Long Cringed Poems
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She stood there and slooshed on the grass at her feet
She’d have to move forward before she dared eat
She walked a few paces to discover that
Some other cow had left a foul splat
Wherever she looked there was piddle or poo
And that was the moment she knew what to do
She looked at the grass which was drying and brown
She might well have cringed but a cow cannot frown
She went to the river to drink some clean water
Across it, the farmer, his wife and his daughter
Live in a house with a lush green lawn
The greenest she’d seen since the day she was born
But why should she settle for this frazzled field
When over the river, a bounteous yield
Well she had to go where she had to go
And then in the water was hit by the flow
She struggled against it, her progress was slow
But she battled on to where green grass does grow
Why should the farmer keep it to himself
When cows were the subject of all of his wealth
The river was raging, the current was strong
She aimed for the lawn so she didn't go wrong
And finally clambered the opposite side
Astounded she’d managed a river so wide
She pushed herself out and up onto the bank
And looked back across to where the grass stank
She’ll savour this green grass for all it is worth
She took her first mouthful...
Yuk...
Astroturf!
It’s strange to have a memory
That no one else can share.
I asked my brother but he was
Too young, though he was there.
My bedroom lamp, with two glass globes
Was missing one and so
I placed my doll’s straw hat right where
That globe was meant to go.
Of course, it rested on the bulb
And soon began to smell
As smoke began to fill the air
And I began to yell.
My mother ran into the room
And fixed things as I cringed.
I never saw that lamp again;
The hat was slightly singed.
I wonder, were my mom alive,
If hearing this would spark
A recollection of that day
Which left, on me, a mark.
In an Old West Town of no repute
Came a rider on a horse as if in hot pursuit.
Into the saloon he ran and shouted aloud
"BIG RED'S COMIN' "...which brought down a shroud.
Out the doors and windows they were flying
Even some sturdy men were seen leaving crying.
So now there was dead silence to be heard
With only a small man behind the bar, shivering and scared.
The huge figure came riding on the back of a Buffalo
No saddle needed, for this gunfighting pro.
A thick stubble covered most of his face
And the oversized sombrero keeping the sun in its place.
Double bandoliers crisscrossed his chest
Which was so swollen, you could not see his vest.
Two big revolvers hung at his hips
While the scowl spelled doom as he pursed his lips.
The big spurs clanged "KA-CHING", "KA-CHING" as he crossed the wood
Then stopped abruptly as before the saloon doors he stood.
With one fell swoop they came unhinged
As he came through and the barkeep cringed.
"Gimme a Whiskey" he said to the guy
Who was afraid to move, let alone try.
The big man reached across the bar and grabbed his throat
Bouncing him off the walls and ceiling as if he were a coat.
He threw him back behind the bar to his dismay
And repeated himself, "I said Gimme a Whiskey"!
With shaking hands the barkeep put a bottle up
Watching and cowering like a poor little pup.
Grabbing the bottle with little more than a frown
He broke it open on the bar and "GULP", "GULP", "GULP", the contents went down.
A big slurp could be heard as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt
Quiet at last, and no one really got hurt.
In his frail little voice you could hear the barkeep say
"DDOOO YYYOOOU WWAANT ANNNOTTHERR?"
The Big Man answered, "Nah, I Gotta Go...I Heard 'BIG RED'S' Comin' This Way"!
Unrequited
The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my breath
I slipped again, I stripped
you tripped in the end
Even if you stay in your lane
But you’re driving insane
so much distance between two cars
its impossible to hear
Muffled by the wind, carried away the fear
I tried to speak, but the sound
Never carried over
It rises an ache in my throat
nerves are calmed, noise is stifled
legs are stiffened, feet planted
hands firmly gripped
elbows abutted
in a world prone to forget
my memory stays etched
in your fractured mind
my taste stayed on the lips
of the one I've left behind
a fleeting moment
Betrayed by lust unveiled the trust
between the blinks of my eye
You remain a distant memory
The pain has abated
the speed is indeed fleeting
Forgotten with the past
in the throes between two fires
the faded lines, the dying embers
Looms over like the sun
So I say, you cannot stay
Isn’t that off-putting?
A broken soul
With a spirit so agile
My body so fragile,
with just one touch,
you peel my layers
like the sprouting weeds
between the pavement
the truth wants to be known
My touch so brief,
and yet it lingered
Overstayed its welcome
And in the horizon
It stretched, it lagged on
And with your imagination
My skin rubbed raw,
My voice cracked, I cringed
I become unhinged
My heart will always be disquieted
Your love forever unrequited
Written with sorrowful memories of the war taking
place inside the one I loved ~ through his perspective
I spent time with a friend in a low place
but that friendly face become a blur
when the frown of Jesus stared back at me
from the bottom of an empty bottle
With head in tremblilng hands, I groaned
realizing my life was upside down
and that 'friend,' my wife, had left me all alone
Remembering that phone conversation
when I said, "You left me. I can't hold you any more."
I cringed when she replied,"You left me each time
you raised a bottle to your lips."
I couldn't argue with her. She was right.
I take the blame for this weakness I despise
Hate knowing I put the tears in her eyes.
It's not easy to always be misunderstood
but no one knows the dept of my darkness
So don't preach to me about what I've done wrong
I know the words. I used to sing that song.
I've weathered times when I was cold as ice
Been rained upon beneath darkened skies
Shivered while trying to find my way home
and swore I'd change the way I live my life
Then I surrendered to the thirst, in sacrifice
Drowning in an ocean, lost in waves of doubt
only fortifified in depths beyond the shallows
where I fill a bottle with hundred proof brine
It's the elixir I call 'My besotted self-defense'
I'm fighting a war within riddled thoughts
and it's already cost me the love in her heart
I'm hoping one day I'll find peace of mind
and lay down the shield of my armament
The weapon in a bottle that I can't live without
Laying down, out in the open,
Here, in the stillness of the night,
Looking up to the stars shining bright,
The gentle breeze blowing at the fabric,
That covers the palest parts of my skin,
Taking in the sights of the moon,
And the radiance that surrounds it,
The transparent clouds float on by,
A shadow
Something moved beside me,
Alarming me to this unnerving sensation,
My body prickled like a spider creeping Crawling up my skin,
The beast breathed sending my worst fears,
Afraid it was going to eat me,
My eyes moved to the side to look,
Now I wished I didn’t
I was frozen by the sight of its eyes,
Its eyes glistened with its evil thoughts,
He appeared out of nowhere beside me,
Baring all his teeth,
I saw the beasts pink gums its purely white sharp teeth,
Like fangs on a wolf the drool hang from the side of its mouth,
The drool it bobbled with the movement of its tongue,
Growling and grunting,
That repulsive smell of its was bloodcurdling like a Decomposed corpse in a casket .
In one quick movement, it howl
With my last share,
I Cringed has it started Feasting on my skin.
written for the creep me out contest
by Davina browne 2015
The F-Bomb has been replaced
As the naughtiest word in the english language
By this new extremely naughty four letter word
Yup! You guessed it... SNOW!!!
The notorious S-Bomb!
Parents shudder when their wee one utters it in public
Oh the shame of it all
The parents try so hard to bring their kids up
As upstanding, polite, law abiding little fellows
And then this... they feel like total failures
“I don't give an S-Bomb!” the little guy shouts out at the mall
The parents cringed with embarrassment
Another time he was heard to yell out at McDonald's
“I hate these S-Bombing Chicken McNuggets”
So now you see, punishment is definitely in order
The parents had to lay down the law...
“Go to your S-Bombing room!
You are not allowed to play on your X-Box
For a whole S-Bombing week”!
© Jack Ellison 2014
She was an exotic, erotic beautiful peacock
Flamingly gorgeous feathers could not hide her mystique
We instinctively knew the hidden woman was a firecracker.
Green eyes gave me a come-hither look and I swooned.
He was a bandit; afraid of no bank tellers
Taking money out of the hands of the rich.
Darkly disturbing, hiding his humanness
I cringed when I saw him enter the bank.
She was a giggly snip, left over from the fifties.
Her hard shell had two perfectly cut out circles.
I knew she was uncomfortable; for it was not a good fit.
But I could do nothing to help her; it was the way she was made.
He is lying in a gutter, stepped on and smudged.
Wrinkled, with a turned corner so you can see a bit of blue.
Lots of white; one of his strings has been broken.
Pandemic is over; no need for him anymore.
(Quatrains I wrote with Jack Horne. BTW, Zompire is a word invented by Jack
and both of us like vampire/zombie stories!)
I didn't sleep a wink last night
And tossed and turned in bed;
As morning came I swear I was
Just like the Living Dead.
In fact, when I went out the door,
Into the morning sun,
I cringed! My skin felt like a steak
About to be well done.
A zompire I'd become, you see,
And now when it is day,
I'm sleeping (but I never slept
At night time anyway!)
OUR TANKA
Not able to sleep
I went to the bathroom and
Looked in the mirror. . .
I now have no reflection
The Dawn of the Living Dead
Andrea Dietrich with Jack Horne, written Sept 14, 2013
For Shadow Hamilton's New Contest Team Work Poetry Contest
Kim (one of my BFF) brightened with inspiration, “Oooo! Send him a sexy pic!”
“I’m NOT going to sext a guy out of the BLUE,” I grumbled, indignantly.
Kim turned to her phone, “No, No, of COURSE not.” She said as she texted.
“Come on” she said, as she pulled me off my chair and out the door. We raced over, on foot, to my friend Bili’s house (two houses away). We entered without knocking (as usual) and ran upstairs.
Bili lay on her stomach on her unmade bed, fiddling with her phone, ankles up and crossed but she twisted up to attention when we came in.
“What should we do first?” She said, as if there were a million things to do.
They set upon me and had my regular clothes off in a heartbeat. Like all makeovers, this had a prelapsarian purity - the ritual stripping down to blankness before rebuilding.
They quickly went through about half of Bili’s closet - selecting just the right combination of trashy and classy clothes designed to seduce.
They finally settled on a black slip under an ivory peignoir, stockings with garters and black strappy heels.
Kim twisted my hair up into a loose “Gibson Girl.”
“Hold still,” Bili said, as she grasped my chin and expertly blended red, gold and black glittery eyeshadows followed by lip liner and gloss. “This is just a quickie job,” she reminded me.
I stared at this strange version of myself in the vanity.
Kim frowned and looking around, she spread a pink scarf over the desk light to give the room a rosy glow. They went into studio mode - posing me in various ways from coquettish to bored lounging - suggesting expressions and taking endless pictures with my phone.
Finally, they were satisfied and handed me my phone.
“Shall we go through them?” Bili asked
“Naah,” I said, “I’ll go through ‘em and pick one - or two.”
Later, at home, I looked through them - I looked SO different - and I had to admit - sexy even. But was that ME? I cringed, what if my mom saw these trashy, Kardashian-like photos somewhere?
I never sent them. I thought I’d have to explain it to my girls.
“HA!” They laughed, “We KNEW you’d never use ‘em” Bili said, as Kim shook her head “Nope.”
“It was fun though!” We all agreed.
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NOTE: This is a pre-pandemic story from August 2019. I was 15 - the idea wasn’t to seduce this guy, it was to get his interest so he would ask me out . =]