Short Chucks Poems

Helmet like a bean 

Chucks of purple, yellow and green

Segway on the seen...

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Golf a game of supposed gentlemen
Played in exotic and scenic glen
With a stick and tiny balls
Which either rolls or crawls
Or chuck chucks like a lethargic hen...

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His talks seemingly obsolete

His obstinacy tenacious and noisy

He rebukes, he chides, he reprimands

His acts like a performer's repertoire

His renunciations to be jeered upon

He renounces, he chucks in, he relinquishes

It is the monologue man...

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give me a sign
a scent for i'm
a pelt trapper
by trade and

your trimmed
beaver would
make a fine
hat at that

it wood
for

how many chucks 
would a wood chuck
chuck leaving me all
chocked up believing

i'm all mantle stuffed
but not never getting
enough wood to wood
your chuck...

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Imagine that!
A laconic and diffident High School kid 
Who suddenly has a voice whenever he's used
As target practice. He chucks back grenades 
Lobbed at him by bullies. And waits no time 
Airing his grievances as payback

Bravo, kid, bravo! Rock on, with your bad self!

Date written and posted: 06/18/2019...

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Cold dry airs... 
Crunchy fruits... 
Crazy hair-dos... 
Cramped chicken... 
Coded smiles... 
Calm relaxation... 
Cute smilin faces... 
Chilled fanta... 
Cod-full soups... 
Cats n dogs games... 
Chuffed beancakes... 
Creamy salads... 
Chucks and shoes... 
Coke? Not for me... 
...Xmas smellin' everywhere... Leme be the 
first to wish yu a great Xmas! OiH...

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his voice is on mute
since texting takes away words
conversation rare

cell phone dependence
feeling naked without it
how can you reach me?

romantic dinner
disrupted by cell phone ring
eyes glaze, must answer

in great frustration
she chucks cell phone out window
date night is ruined





Written on 8/22/2015
For Senyru on Cellular Reality Contest...

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Three days of summer rain thunder past, on noisy tracks. You smell it, and feel its sprays, from the safety of Grandma’s screened porch. Crickets and grasshoppers replace el-trains and car horns. Mouth full of bubble gum and canvas Chucks on your feet. All of the essentials are present, except the whisper in your ear, which says “Capture this moment. You’re gonna need it in about forty years.”...

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Squeeze lemon on strange fishy tales.
Pick plasters gingery, while fondling the phone.
Lick long melted lines of Lolita ice-cream.
Sink their teeth into fingers of the hand that feeds them.

Chucks innocent chickens into cock fighting rings.
Knocks over tables and laughs. Ever-so-secretly, 
Wraps a vibrator, in paper, with red, printed kisses
Then posts it to that mad nun in Black Narcissus...

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Actor Enacts
Banner Contracts
Censor Objects
Director Cuts
Editor Chucks
Grammar Pontificates
Hair-dresser Sets
Insurer Ensures
Jotter Notes
Kidnapper Attracts
Lover Sings
Murderer Kills
Narrator Describes
Oscar Signifies
Producer Promotes
Quaver Tones
Recorder Mixes
Singer Rhymes
Theater Plays
Utter Dialogues
Viewer Cries
Writer Thinks
X-Factor Denotes
Yodeller Yells
Zipper Closes

"but the show must go on"...

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Conceived of wool and birthed Siamese
In grand factories by hands unheard.
My socks move into separate drawers
Like orphaned siblings.

Soon
Each of my six pairs are strangers
that move in perfect lockstep
inside loafers in offices, brogues in churches and Chucks in clubs.
Then—

For nights’ sakes, on the floor;
Rolled rainbows of imperfect donuts.
Who thinks of unmatched socks 
while he sucks in his gut to be a body stacked atop another,
to love?...

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STUCK LIKE CHUCK
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck's luck was sucked and fukked up and struck by upchuck?
Upchucked struck, sucked and fukked luck like a stuck up duck with a stuck dumptruck and twenty two bucks,
how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood real good where he should?
I got a fuuck for a duck, a duck for a k, and a twenty dollar bill for a fukked up duck, and I don't give a fukk how much a woodchuck chucks fukk A ducK...

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Babies crying in an orange,
Evening breeze.
Instead of hot dogs I get slobber.
Nudging branches away from the soft and sweet head,
Geraniums droop into view while we climb.
Her elbows folds tight against my body, safe from the forest chill.
Unknown shrieks are heard somewhere deep in the verdant, carpet of trees.
Mila chucks her nook in response, complete, blind confidence in herself.
Ascending to the dirt road troubles ease as we flatten out.
Never had we a care, never had we a worry....

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