Short Gored Poems
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Until something's gored,
It can't be restored.
---- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
A well-groomed matador José
Liked to moisturize with Oil of Olay
His hands lost their grip
The cape it did slip
He was gored as he cried out "¡Olé!"
The posse came a-howling for vengeance
The Senator must now perform penance
His pleas for mercy ignored
His reputation was gored
Beheaded by public opinion's sword
Bored
I was so bored
so I floored
the horrid board
I was so bored
So I called upon the lord
who with drew his sword
And gored me to the ends of the world
I was so bored
I was really bored :(
Here from the womb of a grave rose a carcass
Stabbed subterranean with a feudal dart
Crackled, corroded and combusted on every part
Heart seems to be sizzled and left apart.
All mighty above started crying in the clouds
Tears geared up the grimness and went gloomy
Smiles sacrificed their superiority,
saluted that venerated veteran of aspiring life.
feeble flesh feigned
rusty reels' reign
hoity hankers bled
porous pruning led
furious feast fetched
blind blitzkrieg belched
gaunt gifts gored
punctured pills pored
nocturnal nature bored
taunted trees moaned
callous crest cloned
damping drooling drone
eerie ends etched
callous catastrophe clenched.
'20:04:06:20:38
Note: Of wanky war.
Limerick : Once slick Senorita from Sevilla – 6
Once slick Senorita from Sevilla
Watched proud Toro shamed by faena*
So she lured Picador
Behind her unlocked door
And gored him till he split on his Pica.
• faena : the manœuvres with the cape
the toro is subjected to by the matador
after the maiming of the magnificent beast
by the picador
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
dark dearth dribbled
crunching cloned cripples:
hoisted hay forlorn
perforating pulpy pawn
punctured pills pored
gaunt gifts gored
nocturnal nature tamed
leering lanky lame
kaleidoscopic chaos craved
meagre missiles moaned
munching mufti robe
rusty rhythm poked
yearning yucks yelled
fuming felon flesh.
'20:05:04:20:07
Note: Of numbed nature.
gaunt path gnawed
heaving hampered awe
sassy zeal seeped'n
felon furnace spree
masticated moans yawned
bruised bridge's pawn
airy atmosphere amputated
trailing alakazam taunted
gloom's gored lips
voluptuous asunder vied
punctured pulses plied
raged reels' wiles
fate fostered boundary
smothered silhouettes merry.
'20:05:08:19:29
Note: Of screwed survival.
Pedro, a slick, suave and smooth matador
The pride of his native-state, Ecuador
He'd flash his red cape
The bull would go ape
After each pass, the fans shouted, 'Encore!'
One time Pedro let the bull come too close
The crowd sat in stunned silence, comatose
Pedro may have been gored badly
Yet he still smiled most gladly
'Time for a new gig,' he said ~ 'Adios!'
Where do I begin
Where do I start
This feeling inside me
Slowly tearing me apart
I need a place to go
And there I should stay
To release whats inside me
Helps ease the pain away
I cried for some help
But they just ignored
Some responded with laughter
That left my heart gored
There I stood in silence
As time freezes to stop
Why is this world so cruel
Where I only need a place to crap
An approaching cow with a hump?
Definitely, I shall do a jump!
Together with Safety clump …
But I shan’t into another bump
Nor bash head against a pump
Nor what would me in clinic dump
Nor find me nursing a stump
And off showing a swollen lump …
With a crash into A hump
The least for one instant slump:
Be you Ted, Tony or Trump …
Gored straight by A Hump
You’re worse than a kicked rump.
gaunt green gnawed
gullible groove gored
gutsy grills gulped
glitched gems gulled
graced gifts globbed
gripping glows' gourd
callous clouds cussed
cremating clips cupped
crumbling cruise clubbed
nosy nature nimble
nudging nectar's nipple
nasty nerd nestled
wanky wind wields
rhythm rustling riffs
'20:04:13:16:38
Note: Of gaunt green. Inspired by a picture of nature I took earlier today.
A peacock becomes non-violent
keeping the warheads
in his tail. In bird hour
who wants to blink ?
The chicken runs amok.
Lying motionless was
painful for being slaughtered.
Subversion was more acceptable-
than falling in love. The bare
chest shows a gored scar.
They have started a dance
to entice a herd of pachyderms.
Bleeding ? No. They have
cobbled an army of bedbugs
to start a violent protest
against the moon.
Satish Verma
Torrero sans l’aide de Picador
Such artful courage sans pareil :
Gored in the loins
No need to shout who Bad Guys stand for
Mean lances of the Picador slay
Split Toro groins
Speak not of Bad Guys in the same breath
As of fighting bulls and bull-fighters :
Can courage die
Seek not Bad Guys’ ultimate death
Shakespeare says they ever die blighters :
Let cowards lie
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Flickering flame
A discordant note
of egos that bloat,
so discerned by mind,
holds on us no bind.
Heart’s slight resentment
is discontentment,
noticed as a slip,
as we nearly trip.
This flicker in space
is our soul’s disgrace,
which though now restored,
at that moment gored.
If what is just is,
then bubbling bliss fizz
should be all we feel,
in it’s full appeal.
13-September-2022
The ground gaped garishly, gored with ghastly gouges of glowing, gravelly gobs ...
Finally unfettered from a frigid firmament, flames flung fiery, flaring fingers
ferociously forward ...
The blazing bastions bent on burning the backwood bluffs bare with bitter brutality ...
Unholy hoards of heated horror hailing the heavens with heinous, heckling howls of
hellish hostility.
Shouldn't the right thing be done
No matter whose ox is gored?
Can I take this bull by the horn
And not get mauled?
How will I let this be
And endure the knowledge of it?
Won't I drown in regret's sea
Inprisoned for life by guilt?
*Ogbara nkiti
Okweghi ekwe?
Won't it be a pity
To embrace fear?
Why will I be a coward?
And back down
When men are scared
Of truth's reputation?
*Ogbara nkiti, okweghi ekwe? -Igbo proverb meaning 'Is silence not consent?'
By Elton Camp
Tex had a longhorn he hoped to sell
But it was too dirty to do very well
It’d been lolling in the mud and dust
To get it all cleaned up was a must
So Tex pulled into the car wash bay
He put in coins and began to spray
He washed the critter nose to tail
Got it all ready for the cattle sale
But loading it back onto the truck
He got gored and was out of luck
So here’s the moral to this tale
Wash a cow and it may impale
Like me,
my Poetry is far from perfect
—a verbal oxen gored
Like me,
my words are often frail and broken
—still crying to be heard
In me,
the message has found its student
—to humbly expound
In me,
the truth can accept a birthmark
—for a promise more profound
Unto me,
the burden is left to finish
—my life to pledge headlong
Unto me,
the words now free, unsentenced
—change imperfectly to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Like me,
my Poetry is far from perfect,
—a verbal oxen gored
Like me,
my words are often frail and broken,
—still crying to be heard
In me,
the message has found its student,
—to very humbly expound
In me,
the truth can accept a birthmark,
—for a promise more profound
Unto me,
the burden is left to finish,
—my life to pledge headlong
Unto me,
the words now free—unsentenced,
change imperfectly to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)