Short Axe Poems
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How wonderful is the sandalwood
that even when it succumbs
perfumes the axe that cuts it down!
a plump turkey
leads the rafter to the barn - -
an axe swings
For Andrea’s (and Susan’s) Not So Happy Holidays contest
autumn in full swing
Christmas being overswung
a big retail axe
gashing pocketbooks early
will pause on the thirty first
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And killed the man from the income tax
When she saw what she had done,
She went off to kill another one
Form:
in mind thoughts are waste
heartbeats at hummingbird pace
axe raised her crime ~ raped
By
David Kavanagh
The straight forward attitude mine
Bestows me a killer quotient fine
Wherever I traverse and traject
Let there be all peace project(ed)..!
There was once a woodchopper
One day he came a cropper
While swinging his axe with glee
Pinned himself to a tree
I have just told a whopper
Madness etched on his face
Tin Man cut short the chase
And with the axe he proudly flaunted
Claimed the heart he always wanted
Donald Trump promised a Flat Tax
But cuts are more "Hi!" chat than axe
As sly as a fox
The Trumps loot Fort Knox
With lies quite shy of the facts
After taxes, our money's all spent.
We can't save for our own retirement.
I've got a big axe
to grind! Income tax
isn't paid by our own president!
What should I do?
Crazy mad man
What is going on
Hyper Bass
Ming – Busy
What should I do?
Do not taunt me
Or flaunt me
I’m ready
Blood-thirsty
I was born in the Land of the Free
But nothing at all is free to me
I exist to pay tax
Or my neck gets the axe
Good government costs money, you see?
I once was a cat in a band
played the axe with only one hand
my daddy cheered on
when I was a blonde
now I chase young bucks in the sand
hehe
light lamb frolicking
the pasture is her playground
smiles from her fans
farmer does his chores
chop chop chop says his loud axe
day in the country
The forgotten ramblings of an old acorn,
Will never become anything.
A mighty and tall tree,
Will not yield to the axe below.
But it still falls.
there was a woodsman called jacks
who swung the worlds sharpest axe
one or two chops thats all
giant fir trees would fall
that's the fun fallen fir facts
There once was a mad barber named Max
Instead of scissors, he wielded an axe
He chopped off your hair
And shaved your head bare
Then he rubbed on depilatory wax
Alfred the Great
Said, " Peace without axe I will bring with baptism and ring
And beyond all ken
Dunk enemy king and wed Saxons with great Danes to create Englishmen."
A young spalpeen named Max,
Had hair growing like steroided flax,
He sat in the salon chair
The barber looking on in despair,
Saying, "Wait here, I'll just get my axe."
Eddie Johnson's neck, severed by the axe
On account of a few ethical cracks
Found in his off-duty car
Asleep outside of a bar
For a couple beers ~ politically whacked
Animalbalism
Fully sentient loving mother
And her adoring young
Frolic in the barn
Sudden glint from farmer's axe
Fried pig flesh and body parts
Served for dinner tonight
Painful cracked heel
Wolf nipping at the entrance
Axe waiting to fall.
(January 11, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Drag me away with
hooded lids
to the dark of you.
Give axe to gates
protecting cheerless
spirit under siege.
Swallow me in haste
lest I discover
we cannot.
73 Exhumed Creative Engineers Tear Chubby Soliferrum and biscotti
93 Diseased Stewardesses Smack Bemused Ballista and tea cake
83 Gorged Piano Teachers Teach Damp Axe and éclair
The green glider fell off the porch today
Broken into huge pieces
Destroyed by a large axe
Tragic accident I guess said mother
We kids snickered little bit
Knowing she wanted red