Long Stumpy Poems

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXIX -  Bang! Bang! Who Shot Me Down like an Un-licensed Dog !

IF ever I had a country, a country certainly 
not subject to the whistle of a...

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Gregor the slowest
Felt nothing but fear
To prove he was worthy
He must kill a deer
A great giant bat
Was chasing him far
He ran and he ran
Towards that tiny North star

The deer weighed a lot
Tied to his small...

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The little pygmy named Pixie Poggly was quirky queenly quaintly and quickly, but rarely ever really did much can't you see.

Until one day, a raunchy rascal quaintly and shrewdly, Skinny and slippery that he was,...

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After the storm, my brother
(all gangly knees and elbows)
bore the brunt of its ferocious aftermath.

Every day after school
I watched his wiry biceps bulge a little
as his handsaw scritched against the tree
which had fallen diagonally across...

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Unkempt, bedraggled,
Pushing her life before her
In a tatty shopping trolley,
Covered in a dirty duvet.
She moves around the town,
Slowly, 
Head down,
Hugging the walls and side alleys,
Trying to be inconspicuous.

One day with curious concern, I approach.
"Hello, how...

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In village Taraigh
smoky limbs - gaunt grey
arms akimbo
twirl an' sweep from stumpy stacks,
peep faces from chimneys
to dark night falling
whilst 'draggled' owl cedes to instincts
navigation near done, over
from-by this old beast dying

was time
when ancients told
an owl's...

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Limerick crochetés: Portrait of a Dead Brit Nazi, Lord of the Lollypoppians
                   Part One
Once an uppity man...

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There was a tree where I grew up
  That I spent many happy hours on.
  The swinging tire, the branches high
  Ever filled my happiness cup.


  The tree grew, as did...

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THE HAPPY HOLIDAY CHOCOLATE MONSTER
 

Her name was Maureen o Leary,
she could not get out of the house, 
Her feeder was a man called Timmy,
He was as quiet as a mouse,
She had been bedridden for...

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Honeymoon— Flanking The River Banks

Let’s marry this summer, there…
The valleys across that easterly jungle,
Lives the gentle breeze the famous rivers flow;
And on the canes’ table, dinner in candle light
 Underneath the lofty pine and fir,
In...

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When I was nine the Little Remco Red Spinning Wheel was out.
Every Saturday morning it was shown to be the best toy since Barbie.
My mother secretly ordered it for Christmas; my heart gave a shout.
I...

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trotting across my back field
there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s misty friend is climbing 
through the cold, prickly wires

Delicately drenched, 
as wet as 
a dog’s kiss,
there’s a-storm brewing-in
it’s casual pal is breezing-
bothering the wicker trees.

his smile- 
brightens...

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Outside a butcher shop in London Town
I met an old girlfriend and she made me frown
‘I remember boyfriends,’ she liked to acknowledge
‘By naming them all after all kinds of sausage.’

The first time she made a...

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Sausage donkey cabbage tart,
Railway pine cone bullfrog fart.
Sponge cake fairy toilet duck,
Sheep banana lampshade truck.
Table country sailboat twit,
Birdie signpost moose tree Brit.
Christmas turnip football  farce
All these words came from my arse.

Fireplace garden table hole,
Lizard...

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"What we've got here is a very serious language barrier, not mine!
Let me introduce myself, I'm Tricky, a Doberman Pinscher and a thoroughbred.
My Dad Mick, clever, thinks he can talk to his pets, whatever!
He has...

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One tiny finger poking through the hole in her
     happy kitten mitten
touching window frosting chill
    delicate fragile fingertip
aching for the warmth
       ...

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Upon the land,

   where growing life grows

   (quite unstoppable)

Such conviction to bloom 

   for the cool waters

   and seek the sun's solace....

In the sprouting neath the frozen...

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The yellow and black caterpillar
concertina’s around my wrist.
Around and around my wrist it trundles
on those stumpy limb nubbins
neither veering left or right.

It’s a creature unaware of distance
and so must constantly search
for nearness.
Wherever its fuzzy head...

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Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks,
you trying to give me a heart attack.

For that much money, truth be told,
that dog of yours had better crap gold.

Then dad hemmed and hawed,
grumbled and guffawed,

Wiped his lips...

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Getting to know him isn’t easy
He’s got a corse soul 
Perhaps he’s taken one too many dog bites 
Perhaps life threw him a curve ball too soon. 

But when he speaks
Everyone values his opinion
He’s got...

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Memorial Day Is Here Again

I saw a wounded soldier’s baby
Smooth his stumpy leg, and
I know he cried tears inside his heart,
For his babe, but as babes will do,
She smiled acceptingly and hugged him round his...

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I could be strolling on a river bank,
or sitting in a managed park.
I could be walking on a saltbush plain,
or where soil is parched and stark.
I could be climbing Perry sand hills;
be shaded by a...

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Ginger cat decides to marry.
His *****cat lives in the yard.
Tri-color coat she wears wary,
On her lips – a beautiful pomade.
A manicure, eye-lashes, a hat …
Ginger loved all that in his  *****cat.
It was her birthday...

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‘I rant until i tattle.’
An old man said to me.
With boulders brass in battle
For Country, Queen and sea.

Lest not aghast a fattie,
Good heavens or abode.
We cannot simper- EVER!
For mighty frog or toad.

My clumbus, brood and...

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Nicknames
          by Bob Moore 2019

I wonder when the nickname,
became a part of who we are
and that nickname, will stay with you
though you travel near and far

So...

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