Long Squish Poems
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It's hard to live in
A world where
People, en masse
Accept this mandated schedule...
An indoctrinated philosophy
From birth until death
Abiding by beliefs
Of ancient times!
Tell me, where's the upheaval
The unrest for revival
A rebirth of progressive thinking.
I cry inside, biting my lips
So no one can hear my
Inner torment.
We are all unique souls
With our own respective
Blueprints, yet we
Squish and bury our
Distinctive gifts between our
Breast bones, challenging
The beating heart with
So much passion-
To walk the beaten path...
A path already made clear by
Our ancestors boiling
Under the hot sun
Sweating and bleeding
And tortured to death
Fighting for our freedom.
I cry inside, biting my lips
So no one can hear
My inner torment.
We walk this Earth
In open air yet making
No indentation on
Our own stretch where
Our ancestors played their part-
Existing only in the hell of
Powerful mad men
Puffed-up in relay teams
Passing the golden baton through
Nepotism, avarice, and
Mendacity... a self-serving elite
Us, the en masse,
Complicit in their every
Wicked whim, we
Wallow in this
Faux complacency
Of acceptance
As if it's all good
By ticking the
Ballot box.
I cry inside, biting my lips
So no one can hear
My tortured soul.
© 2015 Denise Morgan?
Ninja Spider
Spying a spider on my wall
your not staying there - no never at all
with rolled up paper intent to squish
I tip toe over quietly shoosh shoosh shish
Approaching the spider grew it much bigger
I was ready to strike but spider was quicker
it moved and turned I swear to confront me
making me squeal - felt such a ninny
Did I imagine or was right did I see?
the spider raise up four legs at me
like boxers ready to start a new round
spider poised to knock me to ground
Surprised I step back bewildered and stunned
rubbing eyes blurry, to see two not just the one
Shaking my head and puff out my chest
lets see who is going to win this big test
Paper slams down, the blighter did jump
flying toward me and what felt like a thump
I scream like a sissy my arms thrash away
look down on the floor there it did lay
I raise my foot high ready to stamp
spider fast spinning, powers its amps
eight legs coiled to spring an attack
frantically moving - I'm out of here Jack!
Glanced in the mirror made my head spin
the spider was now on one of my chins
arms wildly thrashing in lunatic style
slapping my face for a short while
Eyes down, eyes up, eyes side to side
little ninja had decided to hide
then suddenly from out of the blue
came down its string web swinging it moves
Ninja with eight legs was kicking at me
hitting my nose brought me down on my knees
I swear I heard it scream eee - aarrr- eee
but then again that might of been me
Web spun round me tighter than Scrooge
spider won with all his ninja moves
ok, you win, you can live here with me
ninja spider and beaten, little old me.
04.09.20
(This is the image of a semi urban city of India)
The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleams over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halt awhile for the traffic signs.
Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes plough their way.
They squish and squeeze through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.
With jarring siren, the Ambulance van,
Speeds past for emergency aid.
The patient inside, in writhing pain,
Lies stressed on every hurdle raced.
Ladies holding children in hands,
And people bent with growing age,
Remain planted at the zebra cross,
Waiting to move to the opposite side.
As the tired people back from work,
Hurry away to reach their homes,
The jovial band in easeful mood,
Treads towards the city parks.
Fortune tellers with their Tarot cards,
Hold their clients in great suspense,
The street hawkers on tiled pavements,
Squat beside their cheap merchandise.
Scores of men who tread on foot,
Grow to Hundreds in a short awhile,
These are folks right from the show,
The Block buster has drawn hoards of men.
When young Dandies in tawdry dress,
Dally round with their ladies love,
Street urchins in tattered clothes,
Go searching in the garbage pile.
While decrepit old beggars lie drowsy,
On the cement benches in wayside shelters,
The affluent Sahibs in plush restaurants,
Feast on their cocktail dinners.
The city thus with its motley crowd,
Paints life in contrast shades,
For Fortune, with her alluring charms,
Favours a few and leaves the rest.
Mellifluous chirps and tweets woke me up.
Heavy sloth still but got out from my suite.
Dew pearls rested on glowing petals, yup!
The tips of wet pasture chuckling my feet.
Soft alluvial soil making a squish
And scent of blooms took me into a trance.
Little plants nodding heads as if to wish.
Rapt spirits turned me a poet by chance.
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
Rhyme Form : a b a b- c d c d
Syllable Count : 10 each line
HS & Rhyme zone
Date: 29-03-2023
'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.'
Be it black ocean space;
Or in the breathing coral seas;
Back into my memories squiding;
To warn me about the sea turtle;
The cetacean coral reef crabbing;
Sharks and piranhas kidnapping;
I heard a tentacled, seagoing inking;
I wrote a story with the octopus pen;
I was a harbour porpoise and you a tuna sandwich;
The brokered bottlenose whale blossoming;
The sphinx moth singeing;
Only this and a sturgeon;
In there stepped a shovel nose 'whale shark';
In there stepped a 'lake trout.';
Dolphins lookout;
To warn me about the bluefin;
The foul flatfish forging;
All my soul within me gorging;
In there stepped a coral sea cucumber;
I have dreamed of the spadefish;
An echo murmured back the word, 'channel catfish!';
The brook trout smiled;
I felt compelled to sniff the squid;
Smells like fish;
It was squish;
Take thy bluegill from out my heart;
Embrace the wish;
Starfish
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
There was a girl, her name was Ann,
She was a crazy soccer fan.
To her all players were the same
Until one team would lose the game.
For losers Annie kept her cheers,
For them she cried her biggest tears.
There was a boy, his name was Sam,
He loved to dip his hands in jam.
He'd stick his fingers in a jar
All the way deep, all the way far.
By the time he licked them all
He didn’t feel like jam at all.
There was a boy, his name was Shawn,
All he did at school was yarn.
He'd give the class a funny look,
Then put his head right on his book,
And thinking very, very deep
Shawn would fall very fast asleep.
There was a boy, his name was Nick,
He knew the world’s most magic trick.
Let’s say you saw him in a store,
And then he’s standing at your door.
He looks the same and you look puzzled -
The trick is that is Nick's twin brother.
There was a boy, his name was Josh,
He loved to squish, he loved to squash.
He went outside right after storm
To squeeze a wriggly jiggly worm.
There was one thing he wouldn’t squish -
That is a jolly jellyfish.
There was a boy, his name was Taylor,
He dreamed to be a fearless sailor.
He dreamed to find a treasure island,
And bring his mom a lot of diamonds.
There was one problem to this dream -
The Taylor-Sailor couldn’t swim.
There was a boy, his name was Steve,
Nothing and no one he believed.
He thought that no one told the truth,
Including mom and TV news.
Not what he saw, not what he heard,
He didn’t trust his own word.
There was a girl, her name was Kate,
She always had been very late.
Late for her school, late for karate,
Even for her birthday party.
There was one thing she liked, she said -
She always made it late to bed.
There was a girl, her name was Mary,
She dreamt to be a magic fairy.
She wished for things that she could do,
She wished for wishes to come true,
She got a wand with sparkly flowers,
One thing was missing - MAGIC POWERS!!
April 19, 2021
Miss Muffet was very tired of fear.
She wanted tuffets under her rear.
She glared at the spider,
the can of Raid beside her:
that icky thing became a white smear.
She stomped the spider into the ground,
screaming, “Die! Die! You wretched old hound!”
Then she held up the Raid,
any others she sprayed.
Indeed, 'twas a good day all around.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
oh no she has failed to see
the one with red eyes of three
teeth all strung out wide
there's nowhere to hide
don't you come running to me
BY TIM SMITH
That old spider just laughed in her face
Said, “Hey Muffet you sprayed the wrong place.
Raid will not make me die
But it could hurt a fly
In the spider world I’m super race!"
BY JAN ALLISON
Miss Muffet just couldn't stop grinning.
She said, “This is just the beginning.
Praying Mantis will do,
and he's right behind you.
Face it, Ugly, I'll just keep winning."
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Miss Muffet cooked a batch of curds and whey
then asked the spider to come out and play
he went straight for her dish
Then I heard a big "SQUISH"
She ended the super race without bug spray
BY LIN LANE
Oh no! This would not be fair
Another spider was there
Spidy web flashed
The raid can crashed
And Mantis didn't have a prayer!
BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
Ho hum, the doldrums:
I twiddle my thumbs
and scratch my bum.
I bumble ‘round,
and when I’m done,
I murmur, mumble, humph and hum.
Ding-dong, the same old song:
I bang my drum
and clang my gong;
I even brought
my bell along.
Tinkle, ting, naw, that’s just wrong.
Tick tock, flip flop
My brain is oozing
gloopy glop.
That metered click:
where is my glock?
Bang! that clock and make it stop!
Pitter pat, what’s that you say?
Rin tin, rain on the roof today!
I’ll squish and splosh and dance and play
and splash those doldrums right away!
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for the Onomatopeia Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 07/02/2022
Waiting for god to take me
You may not agree
But I am desperate to cross the line
Your endless punishment made me resign
My fate secured due to your cruelty
Was destroying my life your duty
Or intentional to strangle
No one could be thankful
For the hell you dealt me
Pin me down and set me free
Begging you to grant me a wish
Make is easy or use your almighty to squish
Anyway is easier than what you chose
I did nothing for you to impose
This horrendous treatment you allowed to happen
Only torture no compassion
Put me out of this pain and misery
Send my name to the pages of history
God please stop playing games with me
Either finish me or set me free
God I have prayed for you and you have no responded
Not a single gesture or hand to be guided
Your presence has not been felt
More like a constant beating with a belt
You have not been kind
I am not blind
God you did this for your entertainment
Each different thing your arrangement
God you have failed me
Nobody could disagree
Are you even real
You don’t listen to my appeal
Or fill my heart with anything
Unless you also want to bury me
If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch
If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer balls
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block
If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show
If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.