Short Bear The Brunt Poems
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Exam blues
Midnight oil was burnt,
Entire syllabus well learnt,
In exam hall I went blank,
Looked around as a prank,
My friends had to bear the brunt!
Written May 26th, 2015
Dedicated to all students taking exams
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Feeling deep regret for our misguided debt
Which gives us pause realizing the hurt we’ll cause
So let's raise our glasses to the lads and lasses
Who will bear the brunt on the battlefront
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October 14, 2019
F F I series 28 leonine
Brian Strand, sponsor
If you Lick the brain of the bear
You will be a poet my dear
So she went with a gun
To the woods of Astran
Could not bear the brunt of the bear
I've picked the scabs until they bleed,
And then wonder why they never heal
Is it just a compulsive need
For pain to be what I mostly feel?
A Masochist- Antagonist!
Perfect Punch-drunk Pragmatist!
The Hypnotist who slits his wrists-
And I shall suffer in the midst
The Agony cuts one half of me
(I'll bear the brunt of all of this...)
Did it ever enter your mind
That I am not responsible
For your inner well-being?
And, I have neither the power
Nor the will to make you happy,
And, I refuse to bear the brunt
Of your nasty, untamed temper,
But, may I say, with due respect
Your choosing to be a guttersnipe
Makes you ugly inside and out.
written August 2, 2021
Stroke Victim
Time is Brain
F.A.S.T. learners gain
Bleeping Busy Bees
Busy Robo- apians
Censoring Homo- sapiens
Turbid Transparency
Dark money donors
Opaque Senate owners
Turtle Hurdles
Baby sea turtles
Face huge hurdles
Take Responsibility
Stay in front
Bear the brunt
Checks and Balances
One man's solution
Trumps the Constitution?
I poured myself into your onyx eyes scene;
wanted you to see my soul, and its story.
Like you, brother whale, I endure life’s tough schemes;
while navigating in seas, sunlit glory.
No medal beams on your marvelous bold breast;
yet, like me, you bear the brunt of human fault.
Your faith and strength get you through the toughest tests;
we kindred souls, persisting, can conquer all.
COPLA ONE: This Bad Guy World
(in all seriousness)
If this world has a true purpose
I’m sure it’s as a training ground
For the villain;
The good guys play hare to disclose
The great skill of the bad guys’ hound
For a good ol’ run;
The good guys of course bear the brunt
Of being stuck under the knee
Of bad guys’ jinn;
While bad guys get the fun to shunt
Good guys up the sooty chimney
Down boot black bin.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2012
Unease can string
A caustic fling
Urgent words cite
A crispy write
Use can amuse
A mad peruse
Do flip a flap
And give a clap
Ask twist to turn
A clever churn
Pretty proud praise
Can now erase
Feel the frost freeze
Squeeze in cold breeze
Come to the front
And bear the brunt
Be willing now
To know somehow
Touch the cryptic
With sense frantic
Round that smart ruse
Comes sad abuse
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
The winds came down hard, smashing through St. Pete and Tampa like they owned the place.
Hurricane Milton, what a bastard.
Storm surge rolled in, drowning streets, homes, lives.
Power's out, stores shuttered.
The air reeks of desperation.
People of color,
as always, bear the brunt—forgotten and left to fend in the debris.
Looters crawl from the cracks, but can you blame them?
The system’s been looting them for years.
This place won’t be the same for a long, long while.
The kittens found my bag of words
And in their furry glee
They tapped them with their tiny paws
And wrote a poem for me
The mouse, a house bound hermit
Used its subtle tail
To add some punctuation
Lest the meter fail
The dog sniffed idly, unimpressed
For he was wary of those three
For he’s the only one it seems
They send outside to pee
So, if you’ve two kittens and a mouse
Hide those words inside a barrel
Or bear the brunt of what they do
For poetically …they’re feral