Short Cussing Poems
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no need
have a
love seek
do a good deed
stop the cussing
and fussing
do what right
do it day and night
WHY FIGHT
Form:
Catfish wears his straw
hat
sits on the front porch
cussing
He feeds along
the bottom of the creek
gathering what he can
for supper
Sings his song.
When Shakespeare's a mind for a cussing,
There's no indirection or fussing.
It's straight to the point,
A fool to annoint,
A wit-loaded bold blunderbussing.
Stan Keefeet sure loved his old tennis shoes
They did not love him, was not any news
When kicked off
Everyone coughed
With lots of crying and cussing and boos!
Peter went to an Ivy League school
Now he writes on walls in latin so cool
Pete gets an A+
Not causing no fuss
No fuss no cussing just writing jewels
My BP's up, my face is red,
I grind my teeth and stamp my feet
as steam is coming from my head,
my cussing making folks retreat,
I'll pound the punchbag til I'm dead...
Gosh-darn-it! Dog-gone-it! What’s THAT all about?
Somehow it feels better to spit out and shout
Offensive pain-remedies
(A string of obscenities)
Exorcizing demons by cussing them out
Don’t hook up with a ‘girl’ from a chat room
Might have five children and even grandchildren…
Wearing long beard and smoke-filled pajamas
Cussing like sailor and farting like donkey.
Deed beseeches with no passion,
Ruled like a peasant,
By cussing, language was weaken,
Rationality overruled by emotion,
Ignorance detests reason,
These mongrels play chicken.
What a trick!
Hate
Is but a bully picking in a little kid
The horrid odor of garbage and death
Noise of a drill in the street or a drunken man cussing
You may say you hate something but to hate makes you Despicable
Form:
Tragically, I am happy,
not much to moan about.
Contentment can get old real quick.
Mind suggests turning on the TV
to Fox News or even CNN.
Tragedy! Doom everywhere!
Now I am back,
now I am cussing under my breath,
but softly
so my wife don't hear.
“Hot” means “very angry.”
Not just the obvious anger.
The type of thoughts you’re having,
Fighting. Opposing.
Not taking anything from anybody.
Choice of words,
Cussing.
Too hot to
Talk, keep a job, make friends?
Is the diagnosis “Hot?”
Would you know?
My wife is a piece of junk
I think she is just a punk
Shes a freaking munk
She wont fight
But she will bite
Shes so dang disgusting
and she does so much cussing
I hate that weirdo
She always wheres a stupid bow
She thinks shes pretty bold
The funny thing is, shes only 5 years old
Seagulls talking
what's the matter?
fussy squawking
seagulls talking...
Waddle walking
pavement patter-
Seagulls talking
what's the matter?
Birds discussing
“Took my breadcrumb!”
Angry fussing
birds discussing
seagull cussing
“Hey, I want some!”
birds discussing
“Took my breadcrumb!”
Catherine yawned today
made no mention of the prix
she had to pay
Love is a cussing word
She did the best she could
Gonna reinvent the wheel
The swallow always knows
and the doughty willow
fades to grey
And how heaven bestows
whispers to her flock
but we turn ourselves
into vessels of hope
Twisting, Turning
Bleeding, Pussing
Life off Balance
Screaming, Cussing
Life you have a Dark Side
Shadowing your Light
But moments come of Glory
Time will heal the Night
Breathing, Sighing
Floating, Flying
Equal is the Beam
Holding, Striving
Pacing, Arriving
Patience shall show its Gleam.
Form:
The joy ever gone
The love turns to hate
The Painful thoughts of heart break
Return once more
Forgetting who we are
Living our lies
No hope
No trust
Just hate
No equality
Just shame
The fights
The cussing
Back for ever more
Never leaving
Here to stay
Society is cruel
No hope of
Equality
I am the only one with the cracked mirror
I am the only one with the leaking ceiling
I am the only one with windows that won’t close
I am the only one that feels the cussing of glaring eyes
I am the only one that hears the unheard, tearing through my soul
I am the only one with emptiness inside me
Then I met you
If tolerance for violence be a sign of one's prime,
and indecency one can't unsee be viewed without crime.
If lewdness is excused as entertainment for adults
and cussing isn't obscene, just comical insults.
If vulgarity and barbarity be maturity's gauge,
then though I'm over twenty three, I'm well underage.
3-20-2021
In the soak of the rain
Church bells chime
and the lichen covers gravestones
There is not much change in the touch of needle
Silence falls between the leaves
belonging to the netherworld
of coldness cussing down winding roads
like false hope aching to the core
of lose faltering teasing your skin
Lodgements if only we could
(This is a fictional poem)
When you ran over my foot with your tractor-trailor,
I started cussing just like a sailor.
I cried and cried because I'm a wimp.
My foot had to be amputated and now I walk like a chimp.
People point and laugh at me and it cuts like a sword.
You mashed my foot so flat that it looked like an ironing board.
Form:
A middling, one-eyed person,
yet one thinking she's sexy,
seen cussing a too fast car
in Carson City.
A one-eyed, middling person,
yet one thinking she's sexy,
seen cussing a too slow car
in unknown city.
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11/7/2015
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callous crimson crept
etching crisp crest
hanky' surges sworn
plied pulpy pawn
dark dribbles reincarnated
rusty reels cremated
felon flames moan
cussing cupped clone
bruised biddings thrown
loquacious wind wielded
spanked saucy shredded
hewn syllables welded
tuned taunted tiers
of the fire.
'20:04:03:18:54
Note: Of The Fire.
callous crimson crept
etching crisp crest
hanky' surges sworn
plied pulpy pawn
dark dribbles reincarnated
rusty reels cremated
felon flames moan
cussing cupped clone
bruised biddings thrown
loquacious wind wielded
spanked saucy shredded
hewn syllables welded
tuned taunted tiers
of the fire.
'20:04:03:18:54
Note: Of The Fire.
like nocturnal nature
savoring smirking punctures
tainted torrent traced
over ocean's trail
wielded waves wounded
hankering horizon hoisted
like saucy sequoia
cussing dainty destroyer;
lanky wind's lawyer
like felon flames
fiery rage trained
puke whooshing wail
same, salient emotions
fostered fondled fusion.
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