Short Chutzpah Poems
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We recently lost my Grandpa
It took a toll on my Grandma
she took to the bottle
an unstable waddle
tripped on him hiding – such chutzpah!
At the wake of Old Patrick O'Moore
I quite literally hit the dance floor:
but the Guinness was flowing,
my chutzpah was growing,
so I got up and started to soar!
*Chutzpah*
Tom
4/17/2018
No one ever wants to assume any blame,
But not being responsible is a character flaw.
We’ll point at another or even call their name,
And never show remorse for our chutzpah;
He knows he’s got to hide his nuts.
Each man who walks the planet sees
that though we labour, building huts,
we lack the chutzpah, such as these
(let’s say ‘she’)
who just know
how to be:
just so-so:
not like me!
T oday is Duque’s Birthday.
H air is turning grey.
I ncontinence is threatening;
R est homes and decay.
T oday is Duque’s Birthday.
Y a Yas with Ya Yas
E ar hair and some nose hair.
I rrational chutzpah
G out, bunions and arthritis.
H earing aids and blindness.
T oday is Duque’s Birthday
There is a collective revving
of chutzpah and pluck.
The flock takes flight.
One robin jumps late,
takes off alone
behind the bunch.
It struggles to catch up,
then segues in mid-air,
as if to say: ...k it.
The bird lands alone
on a bare branch.
It doesn’t care;
robins are not starlings.
ink-stained shirt pockets
full of old pens that don't write
grandpa taught me right
worn-out wallet bent
to the contours of his hip
sore with a disc slip
gramps is soldier's son
who's mighty scared of the gun
none else makes him run
but thanks to foot spa
restores a lot of chutzpah
shy toes of grandpa
No, you probably won't
make it into the
class of the millionaires
my friends
Through your self expression
Yet I believe you
should (as the late Eddie Birchmore said) step up to
the mike and speak your peace
Everyone may not
like to hear what you
have to say
But have a liitle chutzpah(Yiddish for "nerve")
Walking through streets, I saw
A young boy tattooed, wearing jeans torn in places,
Such chutzpah!
Hair coloured blue,
He was bald in between spaces,
What hue!
He smiled,
Wearing braces
Wild!
Walking through streets, I saw,
He was bald in between spaces,
Wild!
09.25.2020
For Mohan Chutani's "Let's Minichu on Bizarre" contest
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The assumption with gumption
is that its meant for
general consumption.
But like a spice
it should be used sparingly,
for that which spurs us on to dare and dream,
It takes chutzpah, bravery and temerity
to be willing to take on
the necessary risks entailed
with audacity, guts and tenacity.
Its gumption consumption,
without interruption,
that gets the job done.
I’ll bet that you will never see
A follower of rules like me.
While others speed as lights turn red,
I’ll brake and sit and wait instead.
I will not sample grape or gummy;
Only paid food hits my tummy.
Never will I cut a line;
Like all wusses, I’ve no spine.
Chutzpah is a trait I lack;
Nervousness is more my knack.
Rules are made for fools like me,
A modern-day anomaly.
No,you probably won't
make if into the class of the millionares, my friends
Through your self expression
Yet I believe you should(as the late Eddie Birchmore said)
step up to the mike and speak
your poetic messsage
Everyone may not like what you have to say
But have a little chutzpah
and when you're
finished
you can go to Middle Earth or Shangri-La
for a vacation
If it takes a dollop of Dutch courage
to French kiss an English rose
would it make a lily-livered
Indian giver look down his nose
but with Yiddish chutzpah
as a Spanish fly on the wall
and luck o' the Irish
you could Australian crawl
and yet the Chinese fire drill
it's still a safe bet
and a Mexican standoff
are not Russian roulette
but who'd deliberately open the door
for a Portuguese man o' war
If all your basic needs are met,
Your bills are paid, no cause to fret,
Whatever food you want, you’ll get –
It’s then you can be kvetching.
For if you have no place to sleep
And hunger makes you want to weep,
The only thoughts your mind can keep
Might deal with budget stretching.
It takes some chutzpah to complain
When others’ lives are filled with pain,
Yet human nature can’t refrain
From some entitled retching.
There is a collective revving
of chutzpah and pluck.
It's known, it's time,
bird-brains do not ask.
The flock takes flight.
One robin jumps late,
takes off alone.
It has an instinctual drive,
it should have left
with the others.
However, birds don't know -
regret.
It struggles to catch up,
then segues in mid-air,
as if to say:
fork it.
The robin lands alone
on a bare branch.
It doesn’t care anymore.
Robins are not starlings.
12/5/2023
Ridiculous, so, inhumane and grossly unfair!
Does a Trans-sexual think he has special flair?
Invading swimming pools like humongous whales?
Ensuring,that female swimming competitions fail?
These are things,not a poem had the chutzpah to addres
I fnd such topics should neither be hidden nor suppressed!
On a cozy morning, with flying chutzpah, I sat before the door step of poetry knowing behind it there lies an ocean, where Bards and Keats and Shakespeares in disguise, swimming in vivid colors and I knocked the door with a pusillanimous heart, eyeing for their bit of beatitude. But,
my knocks are returned
panacea glimmered far -
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