Short Couch Poems
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Lulled by the electronic funk
A willing participant
Hypnotized onlooker
In a hazed stupor
Television
Time eater
Droning
Rest
spots four-legged friend
tilts head and starts to whimper ~
pooch watching TV
Date written: 12/24/2021
Donald Trump never had any doubt
He could hear Melania shout:
"Oh for goodness' sake
How long does it take
For a couch potato to sprout?"
Needle on Our Couch
Sat on sharp needle on our couch,
And did feel obligated to say ouch;
Many cheers;
Moore beers;
Are accusing me of being a grouch.
Jim Horn
I worry about a deep scratch,
That is on the glass, not the hatch.
On couch, keep a clutch -
Your blow’s a bit much,
When farts, with a stain, do dispatch.
A beautiful couch, dusted entirely; five gentle hearts insist. Just kids, learning, moving, now
overturning pillows-- quite riot, so teriffic--undaunting: Victory will expand young's zodiac.
Just a little bit rustic, torn up and old
bet you can imagine the stories I've told
come take you a seat
You're in for a treat
I'm still soft and comfy, but a little bit bold
TV creates a vegetable on the couch
Unhealthy produce with a big-bellied pouch
Yet echo words of a prophetic 60's Sage
-- The Medium IS the Message --
Applies all the more to 2020's screen page
Limerick! Schimerick! What's this nonsense about
I'm an educated man which you knew, no doubt
Get up off of your knees
Come give me a squeeze
I'll teach you 'bout stuff over here on the couch
He started sleeping
On the couch
Years ago,
The main room
Where the couch is
Is where London
Wanted to be,
And he wanted
To be with her,
Even though
London is gone,
He’s not ready
To go back
To his bed.
Ladies marry the man of their dreams in a church
Eventually... she ends up married to a couch that burps
Happens the world over
From Brisbane to Dover
He could be an axe murderer so things could be worse
Cat hanging off couch.
I, sitting here and do slouch.
Stomach, a fat pouch.
4/17/2021
Rhymed Senryu
Ladies marry the man of their dreams in a church
Eventually... she ends up married to a couch that burps
Happens the world over
From Brisbane to Dover
He could be an axe murderer so things could be worse
Ladies marry the man of their dreams in a church
Eventually... she end up married to a couch that burps
Happens the world over
From Brisbane to Dover
Could've been an axe murderer and things would've been worse
Limerick! Schimerick! What's this nonsense about
I'm an educated man which you knew, no doubt
Get up off of your knees
Come give me a squeeze
I'll teach you 'bout stuff over here on the couch
© Jack Ellison 2015
…Here,
as one
with
the air
i am a
stray blade
of couch grass
dancing
in the
wind..
As
Life is,
so am I
TODAY..
remote control guns...
press finger...change channels...
death of the story...
post modern eras...
fracture the camp fires of oldt...
ten seconds per channel...
modern aggressions...
wedded to electronics...
ten seconds a watch...
some one told me this piece of him:
that his mind fills every day with
images of his body,
ripped and destroyed,
on freeways,
in fires-
without emotion or reverie.
flying off cliffs
with no head and
bleeding genitals-
a daily silent film.
Another night alone
Emotions begin to flow
Should I stay here
Should i go for a drink
The couch envelops me with its soft warmth
The outside beckons with its mystery
Potential of meeting new people
New stories, new faces
This will be another night alone
On cozy couch sits a cat called Bandit
Muses on the next plunder to commit
Black hood on the face right in place
Resting the legs to escape chase
Fiddles with a black sack, tries to bind it.
October 22, 2017.
Form : Limerick. Syllable count ;: 10 10 8 8 10
Dear Lordy, what have you done
this loony spouse given me…
he rants and TV- clicks all night
much like a freakish banshee!
Obsessed with horror movies
remote control is life's drug:
This model needs rebooting,
It's time for urgent de-bug.
11/11/2017
Written for Kevin Shaw's Surreal and Daft
What happens to old couches
We're not allowed to sit on
After the plastic is removed
And the flowered pillows are gone
The carpet was well used
From sitting on the floor
As a kid I would wonder
What are couches for
The living room now empty
I look inside and stare
How did it get it's name
If no one lives in there
To date the snorthog
has only been seen
late at night in the bedroom
disturbing me and my dreams
first he hogs the bedclothes
then snorts up a storm
while I lie awake
counting sheep
trying to keep warm
but before I become
a grumbly old grouch
there is yet one solution
have him sleep on the couch
Under the couch
(I can see, if I crouch)
Is a puzzle's green square.
(How'd it ever get there?)
There's a paperback book
And I'm sure, if I look,
There'll be more than just dust;
(Pegs and Legos, I trust.)
When a toddler's around
There is sure to be found
Lots of stuff 'neath the couch;
(And to this, I can vouch!)
C r a z y Cate just had a
C-section. Crabby, she
couldn’t control her moods.
Catatonic one night,
careless me stole her cloaks!
Can’t I be cutely flawed?
Couch became my man cave.
*Not for contest, just for fun*
Date Written: August 25, 2016