Pilfered Poems | Examples

MARTI THE MOUSE

MARTI THE MOUSE
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Marti, a mouse of discerning taste,
strung his hammock.
not of woven reeds,
nor silken thread pilfered
from a sleeping giant's beard,
but dandelion floss,
a sun-bleached tapestry
between two golden towers.

He wrestled the fluff,
a Herculean feat for one so small,
tied knots with nimble paws,
cursing only slightly
when a rogue seed tickled his nose.

Now, he swung,
a furry pendulum
in a field of green,
eyes half-closed,
whiskers twitching
at the buzzing of a bee.

SAM THE SQUIRREL

SAM THE SQUIRREL
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Sam the Squirrel had a hunger profound
In a park, he was often found,
     With nuts in his cheeks so tight,
     He scurried with all his might,
But alas, his appetite had no bound.

One day, as he climbed up so high,
In a tree with a nut-laden sky,
     Saw bird feeder, what a sight!
     'Twas filled with a feast, a delight,
"This snacking's too good to pass by!"

With a cleverness that took them aback,
He pilfered birds’ seeds in munchy attack,
     Birds squawked and complained quite loud,
     Sam the Squirrel was quite proud,
His cunning had earned him smorgasbord snack.

Animal Hercule Poirot

If a giraffe or elephant wanted a peach, 
consider - they would only have to reach. 
That the giraffe could do it, everyone knows. 
So could an elephant with his very long nose. 
But look for the motive and you'll find the brute,
the pie-eating gorilla who pilfered your fruit.

Speed Gutter Bunny

Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines 
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement

Jolted By Twilight

Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun
Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange
Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow 

Veiled in twilight…                                                    
Placid and limitless, I’ve glimpsed into the frontier in tranquil rapture
Moon aligns sans sun’s bright face

Jolted by twilight…
I coast along a sea of stars juddered wildly
Waves spanning the sky avec abandon 
Embraced by star-strewn externals
I leave behind a familiar harbor 
Anchored are my temporal remnants down in the terrestrial realm 
My spirit soaring, a mirthful lodger I be,
swimming in twilight’s radiance 
Its celestial smile shall be the death of me...

embracing star-strewn 
crowned external forevers~
we soar the tides dance

Protection of Nature

“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” 
Albert Einstein

                                          Protection of Nature
 
                          Erelong on the western fringe of a village
                            Stood since span of time a pristine forest
                               Cherished by nature-lovers of all age,
                               From the very oldest to the youngest.

                             It served as a catchment for steady rain,
                          Perfused the village with fresh and sweet air,
                             Served as resting haven for weary swains
                         And a scenery at which sight-seers could stare.

                             Now the forest has been vilely conquered
                        By concrete buildings of all shapes and heights,
                         With all the native trees and plants plundered,
                              And from nature pilfered a unique sight.

                           Let`s join hands to shield nature`s decadence
                           That over time threatens man`s existence.

Don't Start the Revolution Without Me

Start your revolution secretly,
don't tell the priest,
he's a blabber-mouthed gutter-skite.

Don't tell the cat,
for at might he whispers to Alexa,
and she listens always
to the political tenor of your snoring.

Your body must be mechanically sound,
and on speaking terms
with every loose nut in society.

Trust the crazies, they have eyes everywhere.
The banks need you to deposit blood,
as your plasma will be useful
to power your electric doppelganger -
then they can go after your soul

Revolutions need money, mainly for dope and drinks.
No great movement can long survive,
on stale guacamole pilfered from city dumpsters.

Hail to the Chefs at Wendys
who surreptitiously offer cold fries,
to the snooping Feds.

Long live the freedom to carp and cavil,
never surrender your constitutional right
to watch, the 'My Pillow' Man,
revolutionaries need soft pillows,
to dream upon.

An Unsolved Crime

An intruder murdered the dark while it slept.
Dark green blood,
and nightshade shadows there were.

Moonlight crept through cold glass,
stealthily pilfered thoughts and dreams,
then it left, leaving a late dying shade.

Moments later,
an interrogating ray of sunlight
raised a dawn alarm.

The Demise of Death

I still see him
Walking slowly beneath broken streetlamps,
Sitting at the edge of the needle-strewn playground.
He seems slower, less busy about his work,
An air of defeat stains his scythe.

I believe he is suffering from “post Covid trauma”
For he is death and death is his
His domain, his milieu, his life.
He weeps as he talks of the pain
Of death stolen, pilfered by politicians
Secreted behind pain and plexiglass
Inflicted upon the living by those
who stole death from death itself
used his ”scythe” to force compliance
hold death hostage without ransom.

Now he sits sorting through the detritus
Of the weary, the wounded, the hopeless
Who wander with him, sit with him
Wondering how death could be so cruel.

Its Pilfered Seed

I steal a little line
From here …or ….there
A half a quote
Still in its underwear
Then weave these words
Into a threaded quilt
Sign my name
Feel a bit of guilt
For without straw
The bricks
Are just wet silt.

So, mix your mortar thick
Feed passion’s need
To hide within its grip
Its pilfered seed.

Petty Thief and Smart Excuse

The story could not become stale:
Farouk had pilfered from a mail;
Also, in some shop picked a pail
And, yet, another a huge bale...

When things began to read "Jail"
Farouk had already turned tail
And for waiting ears had his tale:
That he had come to some friends hail,
One of them male and the other female.
Then, a Ben chose to at him rail,
Swearing to lock him up, no bail:
For simply leaning on a bale
And insisting he'd touched a pail,
His guilt linking with his face pale
And this repeating without fail...

So, please, Smart Cops should not me nail,
For this is all about False Trail.

Gaza

Gaza

Ocean’s breakers rule the coastline that guards
The land from sliding into the sea

Shallow water and sand dunes were once lands
The sea dastardly pilfered and demanded.  

The breakers have broken all, yet want more
The foam of greed is in the breakers’ soul

Jinxed Juvenile

Jinxed juvenile slithers, withers unseen.
Feeling the angst of earlier guilt trips,
A Christian conscience and its censorships -
this golden-haired boy was not born to glean. 
Mind colored from purloined men's' magazine;
(note purplish stains too on his fingertips).
Jinxed juvenile

Money, pills, small stuff pilfered by this teen   
unearned awards, past moral radar blips,
deserved the harsh words from preacher-dad's lips.
Now bold-faced curse slips, as his face turns green.
Jinxed juvenile

October 12, 2022

contest: Rousing Rondine
sponsor: Jeff Kyser

Speared Again

Tell me why, you dratted bard,
you have to come and spoil my yard?
All these centuries lying dead,
yet there, your voice, oft in my head.
So many times I start a phrase,
become aware I’m in your gaze.
Out, damned spot, leave me alone
To conjure verses of my own.
Perchance, could you just silent dream?
You’re messing with my self-esteem.
Again, I start afresh, anew
To find, again, I’ve referenced you.
The sole of wit, the heel, the fool,
and once again, I’m just your tool.
Discontent haunts all the seasons,
subtle, infiltrating reason,
plays discordant etudes, brute
(slipped another in, eh, cute?)
As I read “with mirth and laughter,”
another pilfered verse, hereafter.
Perhaps delayed, protest too much
that all my poems are such stuff?
As you like it, as you will;
still I’m glad I met you, Bill.

Salty Dogs

Off to the sea in ships we all go,
Untested, but cock sure, as iron to a forge

Deck apes, snipes and gunners are we,
Salt spray, steam and gun smoke to deal

Up early and turning to ‘til late,
While pilfered horse cock, cards and dice await

Down to the bilges and up to the bridge,
Or off to clean the head each day begins

Gunnery drills and damage control,
A well-oiled fightin’ machine we all have become

Man Overboard! Gunner to the bridge,
Seems ole Oscar has taken a dip

A catnap before we take on fuel,
Heavy seas and darkness again to duel

Heave around lads, hand over hand!
Get the rig on deck the bos’n demands

Finally completed and soaked to the skin,
No rack for me, I’ve got the mid

Reveille! Reveille! Up at first light,
Clampdown awaits then I’ll grab a bite

In port tomorrow and liberty awaits,
But first there’s a washdown and lots to paint

All is secured and the Chief’s in good cheer,
So it’s off to the gut for some titties and beer

Back before sunrise no Shore Patrol required,
A run through the rain locker before liberty expires

Breakfast and quarters a new day begins,
I’ll borrow a $20 so I can do it again

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