Short Axed Poems

There's no waffle axed 
by someone flaccid.

Volodymyr Knyr
2017...

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R  E  L  A  X




R   ambuncious

E   nergy

L    axed

A   way

X   pectantly



Travis “Cejaeh” Klein...

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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...

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Food,shelter and clothing,
The triplets for human survival,
Trees fed fruits,
Dressed with leaves,
Stand tall over the heads like roofs,
Trees freed men to leave it's fort,
The men axed trees to live in comfort!...

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life’s unstable death’s staid ~ recombobulation comes by getting laid 

clucked a hen to her sterile rooster ~ being axed by the kitchen maid

who was having a fling with the butler ~ he certainly made her grade


By
David Kavanagh...

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To go afar, to see and feel and breathe the places never seen by man
To adventure ones’ self, to test one’s skills, to do what one can
To blaze a trail, and make your personal mark, the axed tree oozing sap
To leave footprints on the virgin ground, to fill in the blanks on the map...

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Somebody pimped my "crib"',
Now they done broke my rib,
I "axed" you to be nice,
Butt all's you got is brain mice,
I'm a gonna shut this town on down,
And move around like no one's clown,
I'm in my "hood",
And it is berry good,
So don't mess with me,
Or my "homies" you'll see....

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June 8, 2015 
five fabulous fun footles



'FOTTIE' RHYME IN TIME  ©

It stands---
Commands
All walls---
A stall

Maned floors---
Plus doors
Large pen---
Closed men

Blank cards---
Locked yards
High stakes---
High takes

Watch out---
About
Alarms--- 
Gendarmes

Lock up---- 
Cards cut
Sentenced---
Plans axed!...

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The deathly beat of our pounding feet
With shackles of life's disaster.
Bubbles of air contain great care
immersed in blurry waters,
Echoed dreams we shall  believe 
In everything and all before us.

Many a night we fear the light
Of Golum the greedy master.
We share aware of trees despair
Axed the roots of laughter.
Defined at source where love restores 
And bleeds happily ever after....

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She seemed blitzed on happiness, weird to us
For she had just lost her husband, old man Gus
A smile split her face in a strange joyful way
He never had a chance, she told us, he never had a say

Doctor put her on antidepressants, her mother would explain
Before she got these pills, she was one huge pain.
Is this better? I asked, not understanding at all.
Oh, yes, she already axed up the dresser down the hall....

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You don’t like my politics, so you are deleting me.
How much more delighted could I possibly be?
I’d try to let you know, but of course, I have been axed.
Which is fine because my Facebook friends are kind of maxed.

You don’t like my religion, so we cannot be friends anymore.
I will miss you all of two seconds it takes to go out that door.
I would care a lot, if I did not care at all.
But this is the way I feel, doll....

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When the world disappoints
When your friends let you down
When the package’s too small
When the aches won’t subside
When the suds seem too dull
When your choice show gets axed

There’s always Bud Light
or bourbon on ice
Perhaps a Mai Tai
Maybe some fine wine
Cup of therapy

You’ll have a pal
in a tumbler
That won’t fail you
Won’t disappoint

Your aide will
pick you up
off the floor

Liquid 
chum and

patch


***For David's Contest...

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She was dressed like a flamingo floozie
Her big boobs and booty ~ what a doozie!
Wearing a shade of pink
She flirted with a wink
I ran away from Wicked Witch, Soozie

Soozie was once a he-man. Way back when
Turned into a Barbie doll... do ya Ken?
Overdid the implants
Axed the bulge in her pants
I heard tell her name used to be Big Ben



*Finding a balance between writing humor and serious poetry. 
I try but will never be as well-rounded as Soozie... Thank Goodness!...

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The longer this remains
The wider, more acute the chasm.
My rendered heart
Split like axed firewood
Becomes a torrid canyon 
Numbed by disgrace 
Scarified, picked clean by despair 
The walls steepen 
Slippery with sweat
Glistening 
Like my eyes
Though I say nothing 
Though I look on, calm
As one who finds himself
Spectator to a tsunami
From some vantage point 
Too high to hear the water's roar
But close enough to see
The relentless torrent's head
Now thrashing at its base...

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