Short Dump Poems
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beneath wooden fence
clay pot amidst leaves rustle -
feeling abandon
Bewildered by the unknown blind man
Whispering in the presence of the deaf and dump
There is something fishy and evil about you
Fear of animosity is the flag of the evil bearer
If elephants were able to fly
And soar above the clouds on high
We'd just become a clump
When they took a dump
And that we can't deny!
--
Inspired by Jan's limerick
Dump Trump from the Beginning
Knew we should dump Trump from beginning;
A born woman molester who is always sinning;
Worst lost cause,
We came across,
Then out his supporters have started thinning.
Jim Horn
Bone ash hills
The new kills
Surfer fills the fishes gills
Helpless creatures of the septic sea
Is this the way you were meant to be
Chemical foam waves
Petroleum roam beaches
When will we learn the lesson it teaches
Things that are foremost in our mind are usually in front
Doesn't take a university genius or an art major, just a grunt
Just went to grade three
Was enough for me
Learned all there was, even the proper way to dump
My dump truck carries
Lots of dirt
Lots of dirt
Lots of dirt
My dump truck carries
Lots of dirt
He even has a skirt
His skirt is
Around his tail
Around his tail
Around his tail
His skirt is
Around his tail
It leaves a long trial
Ask me what I did today?
Me and the other 2 lads from work
Went to the dump
And we had to go and dump the rubbish
In the organic compost section at the back
Ill be honest with you it smelled really awful
In fact it burned my nostrils stunk like ship
Funny though
Trump went to church to prey today
The Collection Plate passed his way
Quick as an elf
He helped himself
"Only a fool gives cash away!"
So many people sit and grouse
Our POTUS is a lowlife louse
Let Trump emote!
Get out and vote!
"Trump goes potty at The White House!"
In many and many ages hence
Standing on a hill that makes no sense
Archaeologist dig way down
Found way beneath a Royal Crown
Bad odor becoming intense
(This for Limerick Game or whatever passed from C.E.McMillen. I pass the Limerick torch to
Doris Culverhouse lovely daughter).
Trump slipped on the ice as a kid
His mum thought that he'd flipped his lid
Because - with the dawn -
His ethics were gone
His dad blamed the Wizard of Id
A six-times bankrupt is not a fool
Just a crook decidedly cruel
He buys without paying
Thinks chicks are for laying
With free bleach injections for school
I visited the dump today
For reasons unexplainable
I remember doing so
as a child
And seeing in amazement
The treasures that once
meant so much
Now tossed aside as litter
One had to travel up a road
Then down a steep ravine
Hidden far from
the constant reminder
Of what we have become
And the secrets that even our best friends
Have never ever seen
I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!
The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.
A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle still.
The river red thin ribbons
and our love a slag dump spill.
_________________________________
Autumn falls upon our sunshine love,
tears descending from grey clouds above.
Memories of time together fading
leaves from green to red now shading.
Summer’s passion has grown cold
but with first frost new forms unfold.
Harvest moon horizons invite
to new adventures in the night.
And by this letter to dear John
I must confess our love is gone.
I
sit on
lonely throne
contemplating
on the depravity and callousness
corruption of mind and soul so rampant
like a cancer
requiring
quick deep
cuts
I
flick page
to lighter
sports and like stuff
flush down my load , duty done for the day
~ 11 Jul 2016~
Triple Tetracys.
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(This is a fictional poem)
You have the nerve to act like a fool.
You actually took a dump in my pool.
What you did was very unsanitary and mean.
I can't hit you because you're under eighteen.
My girlfriend was the one who found the tird.
That was the loudest scream I've ever heard.
I have something to say and you'd better listen to my words.
If you ever pull this stunt again, you will redigest your tird.
Women, sure, are fighting back:
Don’t rebelling energy lack;
For men’s vicious and hateful whacks,
Their sometimes murderous whacks.
Each time one is made to seem an imp,
Some male body goes down or limp
A confused one begins to sex starve
And can attack with what women have.
You don’t a woman try to jilt
And she sits back to watch you or wilt
A time to patronize men she would dump
Better that than a throat with a lump.
He never talked a word
He never complained a time
He never stopped being fooled
Even when milkman milked him
His lips closed as a dull fool
Milk man brought calves to feed
But the dump bull looked on
And when they brought pincers
He yelled at the milk man
And the whole world heard him
Dump bull is so dull and foolish
He can only talk under danger
When his bull-hood is threatened
No one knows if that is the reason
The dump bull exists on earth
Trump's Trade War with China
Is breaking all our backs
With increasing prices
And increasing tax
Trump wants us to buy
Everything from Trump
So his wealth increases
And we are the chump
Trump enterprises
No longer pay tax
We must pay that shortfall
On our children's backs.
Members of Congress
Seem blind, deaf, and dumb
But love to be counted
'Neath Donald Trump's thumb.
Your grandchildren need
One sensible Act:
Impeach Donald Trump
& repeal Trump's impact.