Short Foul Poems
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dog and I sit in the lair
we ate chili, foul odor in the air
both of us gamey, but we don’t care
this cave is foul, just ask the bear
The man tried to catch a foul ball
But his body was too tall
The ball hit his ribs
Then hit his small Dibbs
Which bounces him into a wall
There once was a star quarterback
at the bottom of a stack on his back
He thought real fast
and let out a blast
Then the defense cut him some slack
Ever have real dogged days?
Sometimes I'm happy to wake up grumpy.
I decide to stay grumpy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Foul mouthed he was,foul mouthed he was called,
A beast with words,an obsession he wards,
South is his tone,without a fear to his baritone,
A grave his tongue digs,for him he'll only sink.
Hypocrisy
is like a thin
layer of scum
on the surface
of an expensive
perfume.
Its foul stench
cancels out
the celestial fragrance,
like that of corpses
that your nightmares
exhume.
Beware the ol' Grinch, for it’s a cinch
Into your Christmas, he’ll throw a wrench
He loves to belittle
With poo-poo and piddle
Wherever he goes he leaves a stench.
written December 16, 2021
My dream, my desire
is one with a naughty theme...
four women and me
engaged in some sweaty fun -
dribbling, scoring.......basketball.
For "Tanka me a Dream" contest sponsored by Michael J. Falotico.
by George Aul
Naughty, naughty, quite naughty I can be
Lose all inhibitions, I let my wind blow free
From top end or bottom
Smells often quite rotten
Hasten to tell you, I'm a foul air stinker parolee
© Jack Ellison 2015
many a time
within this
relationship game
the emotional foul line
was crossed
many an instance
of stepping
outside the
accepted boundary
of what is expected
breaking the unspoken
rules that had been set in stone
long ago
Follow the line
Straight to hell
Bleached in sin
Corruption compelled
Follow the lies
Evil abides
The sin extends
The light subsides
Follow the sin
The six roads south
Until death comes collecting
While hell marches out
D.R.L.
dark punch
coming back
coming back slowly to speedy
I'm running, running more with the wind
towards the vacuum breaths of future
neither it catches me nor I to the win
all foul, all fair in this world's bin
-November 12, 2018 Chattogram
After three big bowls of chili
I could sense impending doom
When I released the rancid air
I was forced to leave the room
This may have cost me all my friends
And I feel just like a clown
My final epitaph should read
A foul wind had brought him down
backwards spiral staircase
a stairway leading
to an upside down cracked
and abstract place
falling from godly gosh grace
to land in a sea of cyber space
I bathe
wash
cleanse
myself in others toxic waste
hit splash the ripples
of legendary fates
face the legend of selfless faith
Dear Rapist why? Preying on another’s
person’s trust. Rape of one’s self-esteem
Rape of one’s mind, and one’s physical body
and soul. Carnal abuse to conquer, to defeat
to tame?
These ptsd’s often lingers in one’s psyche.
Dear Rapist tell me why? Were you once the
victim of forcible violation.
One can write limericks on a dime
All you need is some rhythm and rhyme
A quick li'l jest
Now that's the best
Just make sure your joke arrives on time!
(preferably not passed the fifth line)
NOTE: I was gonna post this for the Limerick Contest, but I wrote it a day too late ... in any case it was fun nonetheless :)
They can stink up the joint,
Those falsehoods you flaunt
fooling no one but yourself,
There is little point in it,
You stupid bag of sh__,
Time to come clean,
you know what I mean,
clear the air of bull,
maybe then you'll....
know how truth may hurt
but if only of lies you are full
it's far more worse
than the devil's curse
A lively young lady went down
To the sea to bathe all unbound,
She took off her suit,
She knew she looked cute,
Soon folks of all ages stood round.
Soaking wet, she went for her towel,
As she neared her smile turned to scowl,
Her towel was not there
To tie up her hair,
She turned to the crowd and called foul.
July 31, 2019
Like
a
bitter
medicine
use
for
health
recovery.
What
a
bittertaste.
I
have
planted
no
gem
in
destiny,
no
fantasy.
Whatever!
Lust
and
glutony
came
to
my
birthday.
Favour
will
come
to
my
burial.
This
is
crucial
and
needs
urgent
solve.
The
man
who
died
of
hunger
was
buried
in
a
gold
coffin.
Imagine
that......
One day when a brave dashing young drake,
Landed upon a coastal salt lake.
He saw a pretty young duck,
But, he was way out of luck.
For the gorgeous young duck was a fake.
Far too late, he found out his mistake,
As he started to shiver and shake.
When the wildfowler's gun stuck,
That left the drake quite dumbstruck.
He fell prey to a giant sea snake.
8 / 3 / 2019.
I'm good friends with my past
I'm unknown by my peers because I'm constantly in a mask
My good deeds are shadows, my blunders are vast
I've travelling fast!
"Where are you going", I've been asked.
My journey to grey hair & regret
My battle with acceptance & respect
My pain purified with blackmail & neglect
"Hold my hand & try relate... while it's still early
I'm a moment, I'm not constant... I'm on my own journey
I am not applying for Santa's job
It is lies that's coming from Mr Floods gob
But there's drone footage as proof
Terry pushed him off the roof
And a large sack with bricks in he did lob.
Theres a warrant out for Terry Flood
All the kids in the world want his blood
His evil scheming will fail
There's a top cop on his trail
His scheme will crash to earth with a thud.
Written on 29th November 2022
The
vinyl
flew
in
circles,
Revellers'
minds
spinning
into
an
overdose
of
insanity,
Toes
twitchy,
Itching
to
exhaust
body
and
soul,
Flesh
willing,
Spirit
emaciated,
Jockey's
mind
determined
to
sustain
his
intentions,
Whistles
tearing
roof
as
they
endeavoured
To
pierce
the
womb
of
a
pregnant
sky,
Tears
doubled,
Trebled,
A
heavy
pose!
Silence.
Form:
Foul fowl
I was staggering to the mall,
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee,
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”
Don Johnson
i have this affect on women....
Nosy minds in fall of night
Like foul bats envying the light
They're like fool dogs barking till dawn
Finding some dirt in other's lawn
They're all like puppets in a play
They are like some toys made of clay
Stupid idiots who know nothing
Pulling others is their only thing
I still wonder if what's the price
Does risk they take worth the slice
Sleepless nights, they come and go
Up the mountains and down below