Short Bashed Poems
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King Omsorg marched at the front of his column
His intention to kill fellow Danes
He met his first man, bashed him over the head,
But his column had ran away
Form:
The Butt of Life!
True faithful righteous
May find their butts bashed against
Thoughtless sharp lampoons.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Cory was frequently, brutishly bashed
For being a computer nerd unsurpassed.
He dwelt on .org and .com
And of being geek too long.
Hence his grave was suitably marked .crashed.
an angry woman
bashed another woman’s face—
cell-block
© December 7, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: BLOCK~ BLOCK~ BLOCK Sponsored by:
Destroyer ~ Poet
When is it okay to kiss ladies in the street
Blame it on Alzheimer's, still get bashed in the teeth
They should have pity
On this old hippy
During the sixties, it was okay to touch teats
When is it okay to kiss ladies in the street
Blame it on Alzheimer's, still get bashed in the teeth
They should have pity
On this old hippy
During the sixties, it was okay to touch teats
Thrust a sword into my gut;
Save me from this mindless rut!
Armor, shield- an open field
(To guide my hands with luck)
One by one 'til all are killed;
Beaten, Bashed, Bested- Struck!
*Play on "Gladiator"
poetic trilling
faded pink cardinals swoop
red squirrel turns tail
deer knocks down feeder
mushy birdseed on the ground
bashed feeder lies limp
holiday singing
winter brings ice frost and snow
jay watches and waits
Jail Bird
Clyde Gooch
Liked hooch
Got smashed
Wife bashed
Clyde bluffed
Cops cuffed
In jail
No bail
Plea made
Fine paid
Judge says
Ten days
Wife smirked
Clyde irked
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
In the movies, the Bad Guys always get their just desserts
But no whipped cream with a cherry on top, they really got hurt
Got their heads bashed in
For their naughty sins
After coffee and donuts, their guilt was confirmed
My choice my partner should be fair and smart.
My hope my partner never hesitate to play a part,
My wish my partner feel palpitation of my heart,
I mind when relationship breaks and cooperation bashed,
My wish my partner treat me fare to pull my cart.
She does not know
That I hide my strength from her
I don’t want to push her away.
My leather heart so stretched and streaked
Bent, bashed and broken
On the sharp tongue and teeth of others
Has grown strong and hard
Impenetrable
But to those I will inside
Vegetables Spectacles
farmers
market
goosen
loosen
runnin
funnin
garden
pardon
tardy
party
crazy
lazy
bashed
cashed
callen
fallen
filling
spilling
founded
grounded
3/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Who the heck you think you are?
You bashed my car, yet strut with flair—
Like a proud star,
Too smug to care.
Your brain's back door was left ajar;
Your wisdom vanished in thin air.
Puffed with pride that won't go far—
At best, you'll earn a mocking stare.
My once great life
Has turned into a mound of ash.
My once great life
Was battered by the hurtful strife
Resulting from your acts so rash.
As crushed as is a cup of hash,
My once great life.
Theme: Ash
one of three first places
Contest: Alphabets of Rondelet
He built a tower,
he stacked it high -
but couldn't climb it,
which made him cry.
She made a lorry,
but lost a wheel,
then bashed her brother -
oh, hear him squeal.
'I'm banning Lego,'
their Mummy said.
'I tripped and stumbled -
and banged my head.
Now go to bed!'
"Shine my boots, wench!" Larry said
"Fetch my wine and cheese and bread!
Tidy up my murphy bed!
Feed the hog and Mr. Ed!
Corn mash for Rhode Island Red!
Why look so gobsmacked by dread?
Did you not say I thee wed?"
"Oh, I said it, until dead"
I confessed, then bashed his head.
CHILDHOOD GAMES
bouncing a ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope
hop skotch chalked in the dry
nearby swings swung high
five-stones on a roll
tin-can tommy in fading light
pooh stick streams
homespun childhood - a delight
So low gathered these puffy hues
Like unbuttoned coat of the king
Ready to astonish all
Bashed the cheeks of mountains there
And the roofs of poor and rich
Amid the downpour, a kid
Like a lonely star came out
To nurse his crazy fancies
And gossiping with splashes there
But his mother wailing hard
Must not go
Windy evening
Screeching
As owls
In deepest blue
What succumbs
To my faint
Shadows following
Stalking my bones
A deeper disease
Kind falls
Bashed against rock
Of lovely dreams
Just keep going
Pulling the strings
Out living hopes
Of twenty years
Cruel reality
Must not go
The Things I'm Not
Aren't The Things I want
I don't want to be tall
I don't want to be pretty or cute
I don't want to be admired
I don't want to be envied
I don't want to be bashed for what I am
I am short,
And I am beautiful,
And I am intelligent
I am kind, and funny too.
So No,
I Do Not Need Those Things.
It's sad when a man's claim to fame
Is having more than just one dame
Like birds of a feather
They all got together
Saying he left after he came
Leigh Anne bashed the man most of all
She said he only had one ball
Sometimes it turned beet red
That's when he'd wet her bed
So, she kicked his A S S down the hall
There once was a fellow called Dwight,
Who thought a water bed was right,
But his house caught on fire,
And the outcome was dire,
When he was poached to death that night. *
For Natalie's Fun Death contest
* Based on an old joke, like the man who tried to hang himself with a piece of elastic and bashed his brains out on the ceiling, LOL
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizzare
Tough guys
Streetwise
Much brew
Fists flew
Thrown chairs
Pulled hairs
Black eyes
Loud cries
One bloke
Nose broke
Heads bashed
Teeth trashed
Knives slashed
Pecs gashed
Cops came
To tame
Powwow
Peace now
All's well
That's swell
Great fight
Last night
Do poets always walk in the rain?
This poet once did
When she was but a kid.
The bathwater of summer drops
Cascading from suburban chimney tops,
Puddles on pavement
Begging for splashing,
A robin’s egg in the grass
All fractured and bashed-in.
The simple wonders
Of childhood
Are not so long gone.
Be mindful, you children
Don’t fail to hold on.