Short Freakish Poems

I was walking the yellow brick road
When I stumbled upon a fat toad
With feathers for skin
He favored a hen
His face looked like a freakish ode...

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A sharp, harrowing burden
Fashions mirrors of fear
Virgin pages designed 
From white nothingness 
Tattooed by black teeth
Eyes everywhere
Bold, brave, and daring 
To decode the freakish nature
Ascending from duplicity...

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Freakish Fanny fled fine Finland
For far-fetched Formosa fields,
Forsaking fantastic fiords forever
Forfeiting flourishing forests,
Frigid fertile farmland, festivals
Forgetting feared future fighting.

written January 22, 2022...

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Frazzled freakish freckled Flo
Generously gives gifts on the go
Huckster Hugo has eyes for Flo
If they get together, who will know?

Just Jeremy, Jenny, Jimmy and Joe
Kindly crazy kin set up a glow
Lighting the meadow for Hank and Flo
Midnight merriment, a fireworks show...

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Snow in April, such a blessing
   Tender shoots and flowers caressing

With Nature's design, surely messing
   Heavy flakes of white coalescing

I pray this snowfall is merely evanescing
   A kind of freakish 'Easter window dressing'
    ~ else a meteorologist's prank, I'm guessing......

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Feverish flowery flippant freakish fantailed floozy who needed grounding
Flimflammed, flashed, flipped and flinched a fabulous frugal foundling
Fortuitous flexible frazzled French flamingos flash-mobbed a fernlike finch
On Friinge of this freakish failed flopped frenzy, I received a friendly pinch....

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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...

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CAGES

trapped in  
apparent spaces
power
extinguished
bird in a
forgotten
tree

building cages
safety nests
apparent
circumstances
placing bets 
on novel lives  
sunken 
and clean

stuck in barb wire snares
itch itch itch
the language is
obscene
headbound in
freakish Atlantic
sea



© Kim van Breda—8 January 2016...

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Rhyme - Halloween Horror


Full moon, cruel cats with eyes of gold, glow thru the night,

watch witches scat while grim ghosts scold in freakish flight,

while wild-winged bats 'tween trees unfold their scary sight.


Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Three Lines - Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Judged: 11/01/2018
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Shall we travel on a train cross country,
or fly to Paris...

or just fly...

Let us go to South Beach, and use the
wet sand as an abrasive, leaving 
silhouettes only washed away by the 
sea's fury.

Bruise me as you pump passion into 
my veins while I grant total submission
to your freakish fantasies...

erotica...

                our romance...

                                    because I love you....

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She listened to him grovel, 
realizing he deserved no mercy 
she recognized him from another time
the court was watching
so she pretended to be considering his plea
all the time plotting a slow unnatural painful death
for this conniver, fraud, and freakish abuser of women
Glad to be the power of the throne now,
holding herself back from instantly cutting off his head
for she wanted him to have a very slow demise....

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Blank, a penetration
In deep wells: a heart
Stomping with mechanical
Accuracy. Galloping as a horse
Sombre. It echoes and turns
To stare with a wanderlust
Look into the paint pot of
The opaque Atlantic.

Freakish bodily wine blending
Into bleaches. The tulips there
Aching wide-mouthed and
Conquering the sill's motherly embrace.
Somewhere far away they shadow
Continents with their
Illuminated pin-prick eyes.
To be there, above a gairish X....

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Barely above a breathe
My identity dissolves
I am a freakish clown of weak display
Remnants of noble motions ripple flatter and wider along the lake
I am quieting everything, like tamping countless steam pipes
And so if these pipes sang they would sing, what?:

…there would be nothing
A dark translucent knuckle of vagaries
And twisted dreams
Dreamed-out and frosty falsehoods
I feel less love
As this stomping ox
Chained by the neck
Gazing through a moldy window
Shrieking from my patio chair...

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