Short Boor Poems

well clothed and fed 
the ill bred boor
is dead within...

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A man was expressing his rage
By writing words down on a page
It was not his day
There was Hell to pay
When Trump locked his kids in a cage...

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There's a man I know, for sure he's a boor
Lives right next to a filth-covered sewer
   Yet he's a Ph.D
   A real genius, you see
COVID-19 holds its nose near manure...

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Leopard narrowed his yellow eyes for the night
His body is stretched across upper branch tight
He snores easily, but is awakened by a small boor
This small tasty mammal rustled across the jungle floor...

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He was obnoxious almost to the point of repulsive
Constant banter escaped his always yapping jowls
He gave you no space or peace, monopolizing all conversation
Many stopped attending family reunions due to this brazen boor...

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Once a School-girl who didn’t like babies

Once a School-girl who didn’t like babies
Thought it’d be better than having scabies
So she engaged a Boor
To bore through the stuck door:
That’s how she got both babies and scabies.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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He composed a poem
That nobody understood
The applause so fulsome
He knew it was good.
It seems they’d rather
Clap clap clap a hand
Than truthfully admit
They don’t  understand.
And so the work of
The  poetic boor
Is admired and hailed
Because it’s obscure....

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Love is so elusive
Hard to tell, easy come
And easy go, blue streak
I am a boor, but I see and hear a lot
You have to answer for your action
After tomorrow you are not single anymore 
It's your business whether
You are happy or not
You can't blame someone else....

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Mavis was a party girl but a boor

   She's not welcome at parties anymore

      She causes people to yawn

         As she babbles on and on

            At twelve miles per with gusts to fifty-four

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved...

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It's a crime that brevity
is ruined by the boor
who wallows in verbosity
'til I can bear no more!

Be brief in your delivery,
is all that I would stress,
essentials are what's needed
not the ramblings of excess.

If you're prone to be loquacious
best avoid my company;
long-winded dissertations
bring the devil out in me!...

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Never act like you know it all, or,
Come on too strong or condescend,
For you’ll be known as a perfect boor
Even if, in your presence, we pretend
Yes, avoid that reputation, my friend.


written March 1, 2022
submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 48" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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It's a crime that brevity
is ruined by the boor
who wallows in verbosity
'til I can bear no more!

Be brief in your delivery,
is all that I would stress,
essentials are what's needed
not the ramblings of excess.

If you're prone to be loquacious
best avoid my company;
long-winded dissertations
bring the devil out in me!...

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It's a crime that brevity
is ruined by the boor
who wallows in verbosity
till I can bear no more!

Be brief in your delivery,
is all that I would stress,
essentials are what's needed
not the ramblings of excess.

If you're prone to be loquacious
best avoid my company;
long-winded dissertations
bring the devil out in me!...

Read More

It's a crime that brevity
is ruined by the boor
who wallows in verbosity
till I can bear no more!

Be brief in your delivery,
is all that I would stress,
essentials are what's needed
not the ramblings of excess.

If you're prone to be loquacious
best avoid my company;
long-winded dissertations
bring the devil out in me!...

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It's a crime that brevity
is ruined by the boor
who wallows in verbosity
till I can bear no more!

Be brief in your delivery,
is all that I would stress,
essentials are what's needed
not the ramblings of excess.

If you're prone to be loquacious
best avoid my company;
long-winded dissertations
bring the devil out in me!...

Read More

It's a crime that brevity
is ruined by the boor
who wallows in verbosity
'til I can bear no more!

Be brief in your delivery,
is all that I would stress,
essentials are what's needed
not the ramblings of excess.

If you're prone to be loquacious
best avoid my company;
long-winded dissertations
bring the devil out in me!...

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The prince of persecution, 
A petty little man,
Petty ponsy polititian,
Who picks on the poor,
And thinks it’s grand?
Blinded by it’s giant ego,
Arrogant, bloody boor, a grinning,
Has corruption opened doors?
The evil side is winning,
“People power” will turf him sure,
If, not as brainless as before,
Haw de haw haw… 
.

Don...

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Elsbeth

sinuous little pad foot
essence of dark design
twilight has released you
out of my back door.

bathe in black,
as it floods paradise
swirls with night sound
just beyond the porch light.

in that field of mustard
your iniquitous enemy
snickers wispyly
safe in an earth ship

sit still as pyramids,
a bastet,
proud familiar, not one gleaming tooth
would touch the boor tonight....

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Perhaps I am a frightful boor,
But your looks were a visceral lure.
I stopped and I stared.
What if I had dared
To ask your name? But I demurred.

I'd have followed you without a thought
By your face I was utterly caught:
Like a fish in a net
My whole world I'd forget,
And misfortune would then be my lot

People say it is bad to be shy.
Maybe not, as your smile was a lie.
Looking back I can see
You are stronger than me.
I'm glad I could not meet your eye...

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