Short Butting Poems
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push and shove
shove and push
keep your mitts
off o' my tush
so what we're packed
like sardines in a tin
don't you know
there's no butting in
Horsefly bites galore.
Covered in weals with red spots,
All under my skin.
Scratching the itch was no cure,
Nor was head-butting the door.
9 / 6 / 2021.
Spirit wind
Feeling on my face
Butting in, smearing
My jowls relentless
Your muffled voice
A conglomerate
I prefer the still
Silent air and the
Sharp smack of heels
On the pavement
Form:
Our furious passions, like wild rams,
in a fight within our hearts, engage
To a head-butting confrontation,
Trying, one another to upstage!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 April 2021
PASSIONS LIKE THE RAMS
Like the rams,
Our passions each other up size,
Before
In endless fight, within our hearts, they
Engage
To a head-butting confrontation,
Trying
One-another to
Upstage!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 MAY 2013
Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
cigarette smoke in the john
Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
giggling at boys with a 'hard-on'
This was the kind of mischief we made ~
before handguns replaced baseball card trades
Trump Bringing In the Shears
Sure seems like and what it all appears,
Trump had been bringing in the sheers;
Kept cutting;
Head butting;
Our fears were everything disappears.
Jim Horn
While we will worry and everyone wreaths,
Caught Trump again stealing all the sheaves.
keeps butting her head against the same mirror
it cracks and breaks finally
so she finds another one as close to it as possible
Same scenario,
Same scripts
Same arguments.
This mirror leaves too
Why do all the mirrors leave me? She asks.
The cat has no answers. Just glad to get all the attention now.
He had earned a black belt in tae kwon do
Breaking slabs of concrete with his big toe
And butting planks with his head
Had left him nearly brain dead
Glazed eyes resulted from many a blow
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 7 in Linda-Marie's "Let's Limerick" Contest - October 2010
The story began
As stories do,
With time
Still in once.
Tale progresses
Spindle un-spun
Ball on the left
Butting toes
Fleece on the right
Tangled fingers
In the middle
A life
You.
Tale finished
Spindle un-spun
Ball on the left
Butting toes
Fleece on the right
Tangled fingers
In the middle
A death
You.
Come on now
let 'em fight
if your butting in
I won't bite
Listen Doc
you got the right
But Big R.E.D
has got the might
I think you know
who will will this fight
I don't think that
get though the night
without being slammed
by my own hands
we can be allies
or we can be enemies
just remember who will be on stop:
'cause in the end
It'll be Big R.E.D
Butting heads, locking horns
the difficult child of three
if anyone was causing grief
It was always going to be me,
a stubborn chip
from a stubborn old block
never at ease we two
so I left and made a life for myself
far from the one you knew,
you pushed too hard to tie me down
I went and you felt betrayed,
you never saw my need to go
I could never see why you stayed
naming baby
never easy
difficult to choose one name
many others want to help
butting in when not needed
suggesting names you would never use
Daisy Lily Tulip Julep?
Muffin Scone Apple Banana Cornbread?
Mike Milton, Mannie, Maximillion?
A name is finally agreed upon
But it does not seem to fit this baby.
You leave the hospital with a name you thought of six minutes ago.
Butting heads, locking horns
the difficult child of three
if any one was causing grief
It was always going to be me,
the stubborn chip
and that stubborn old block
never at ease we two
so I left and made a life for myself
far from the one you knew,
you pushed too hard
to tie me down
I went and you felt betrayed
you never saw my need to go
I could never see why you stayed
i am a mouse
small and sleek
big-eyed and curious
i always sneak
arund the corners
watching everyone's moves
until i have my chance
to come out of my nest
i hide
under your sinks
and in the shallow corners of your house
listening to the conversation,
but never butting in---
Unless you have a cat!
then i scurry for my life!
what animal would you be contest
karen croft
we've gotten together and been apart
but now were together again.
were a faimly once more,
joined together in one house.
hopefully the arguments,
the worry
the concern,
all that will stop because were all together.
hopefully we will all grow closer.
we will become more of a family.
hopefully the butting of heads wont come about.
all theses things i hope. but just one i want.
i want my family together.
My Little Miss does not do 'aloof'
One kitty dash as I sit, and poof!
Lap kneading, too greedy
Head butting, so needy
I declare love, but she demands proof-
No Sunday sleep-ins will she allow
Every 6 a.m. is time for chow!
Pawing, purring alarm
Furry butt on my arm
No snooze button shuts off her meow-
4/21/20
For Janice Canerdy's "Limerick" contest
The syllable count was confirmed on howmanysyllables.com
On looking through the window
A humorous sight I'd seen,
A quartet of lively ewes
Were playing Tag on the green.
Leaping over twisted logs,
Around the rocks they skipped,
Sweeping round the bendy field.
Down and up they dipped.
Butting heads and locking horns,
Bumping each other in the side -
( I think if I was one of them
I'd be terrified! )
At times it looked violent.
But it's their way of having fun.
What a joy to watch these adult sheep
Baa and play and run!
Yes, I can see,
I was becoming my father
like the return of sanity,
a lone voice
in Armageddon,
when you feel the guilt.
You say the evil
was crawling everywhere
beyond the eyes and ears.
The trees, the houses, the wombs,
the art, the perfection
crumbling in thick fog.
May be nothing was left for harvesting
in life. Small seeds saved in your
butting pocket, blood smeared,
will bring the rains one day –
and I will meet my counterpart
in the battlefield.
SATISH VERMA
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