Hit Poems

On The Wall - A nod to Omar Khayyam 1048-1131

If it is written, so be it,
but who'll admit
to writing what was writ
when the fan is hit?

And, if, having inscribed,
the finger does proceed,
whose digit was it
when the words were decreed?

Yet, carved in stone,
or etched on glass,
who'll confess to pouring such concrete
when it comes to pass?

My next verse, too, was not a great hit

My next verse, too, was not a great hit.
And that ain't even the half of it.
They said, "You call yourself a poet?"
"I never did! I'm not! I know it!"
"With crap like this, you really show it."

Whence this art to hit heart, no dart

Bewitching Beauty,
Whence hast come this unique skill--
Shooting darts at will--
Thy skill O to hit man’s heart
By sheer merit, not with dart!    
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Translation (Tanka) | 28.08.2025 | beauty, heart, arrow
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Here the poet wonders from where

Hit Records

so, i was checking with one of those A-I music making sites to see if they could give me some music notes to replace so many discords in my attempt to make music in your life.
i realize some of my opinions have nothing to do with making music and not forgetting that women are very

Nick Knack Paddy Whack

Paddy was a hit man
for the Irish Mob
hired to be slick
and do a whack job
but he didn't have the knack
or know the trick
without being caught
and put in the nick
behind bars
but not the sort one might think
where a few jars
may be bought and he did so love a drink
more than one too many
was his undoing
the cause

How To Make Him Hit

I know which cup to leave chipped in the sink,
Mouth open begging for rot.
I know which word to spill—
Vinegar, nettle, sour-spit—
To make him blink slow and tight,
The way thunder coils before breaking.

It's a little game I play.

I wear the red dress he hates,
The one that clings like wet birth skin,
And I let my laugh scratch

Hit the Sweet Spot, Sweetie

Ever so sweet
is kernel hub,
the power button,
so neat, tiny and mighty.

But the sweet spot
can sour with
too much power
to savor its glory.

For to score is fragile,
furtive and futile,
when a near miss,
catches the edge.

It's easily bruised,
easily abused,
easily overused,
overdone and missed.

The soft spot sweetie,
requires a gentle touch,
with panache, pizzazz,
flair and feeling.

Switzerland is hit

Devestation by the mountain, a warning now to all.'
Life is fragile.' Who can know.? Or avert when such a disaster
Decides to fall.?

Hit dog will holler

You know why Hippos and Rhinos 
never get heart attacks?
Because they don’t 
stir-fry their veggies in oil,
Nor add salt or sugar 
to their desserts.

You know why monkeys
keep monkeying around?
Because they belong to
a Banana Republic.

You know why corns are so sweet?
Because they are all ears
and hear everything
but do not gossip. Say nothing.

You know why dogs fetch

things that thrill

the
three things 
that t h r i l l
                                   b e a t        

Hit and Outrun

Trailhead latrine,  
cracked mirror—  
three of me grinning wrong.  
A soap shaver's chewed itself down, 
there's a beetle on its back in the basin.
I clean my hands as best I can,  
wipe them on my pants,  
get out,  
back into wilderness,
where I don't have to face them.

How to write a hit

Fingers so sore from learning the chords,
Getting the rhytme without knowing the words. 

It all sounds so good here in my head,
Blood from my fingers turning the fret board red.

But I've got to keep trying, just carry on,
Or the thoughts that inspired me will be lost and all gone.

I've got to decide on the ideal

No More!

Please don't hit me again, please, please no more
Her tiny whisper met with a slammed door
and motor revved, as his car sped away.
But, he would be back by the end of day.

He would tell her that he would change his way.
"Babe, you know I didn't mean it," he'd say
"It's just there are many problems, you

Find Your Best Hit

After so many fall
You will learn more in life
The will to stand is necessary
To know how to strike fitly
In anyway you will know how to survive
Not always days are nights
And sunny strike any day
Ready to win in between dark and light
What is more surprising is your power
To choose to always fight for your right
The right

Just One Hit

Lost inside of a sexy playlist,
made out with a one hit wonder boy;
Vintage crooning with a virgin twist;

Record for an intimate convoy,
the first track behind a one night stand;
I relented and became your toy;

Undercover art of reprimand
amplifies the volume in the air;
He jammed alone never with a band;

Just one hit with emotions laid bare,
hit replay

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