Short Greased Poems
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Iranian oil has long greased
Politics in the Middle East
With Soleimani dead
Trump's new Arms deal has spread
Ensuring the flow of "Deceased"
DreamWorks Animation released
A film with a turkey-leg feast
And Donald Trump laughed,
"Democrats are daft
to believe that's how palms are greased!"
She knew the moment he kissed her
That he could be the "Right" Mister
She needed a wrench
Because he was French
And Marmite greased his tongue-twister
Squeaking Wheels
Miracle Man
8/22/2024
Wheels that squeak loudest,
nearly always get greased first.
That's why folks protest?
There was a fine ram from Green Gable
Who ran on the union label.
But, his skin was fleeced
Cause no pockets he’s greased
And he ended up cooked on the table.
When I turned eighteen I met old Sam
and he looked as gentle as a lamb
but then his family
bore down quite hard on me
greased me, fleeced me took my money! Damn!
For four generations at least,
they’d carried ‘round that ball of yeast.
Tucked there ‘twixt the thighs,
it made their bread rise;
their pans never had to be greased!
Glorious gamer going by Gus generously greased giant gamma goblin
on glamourous gamma rays, galvanizing gamecock’s gallstones in the
Gallery game Gallant Glitzy Goose fuddle.
Does it seem strange?
Men will sell their souls,
for votes.
Twisting their beliefs
into a rumpled heap.
Lubricated lies,
when they are greased,
slither and slide,
like a snake.
monsters groan hair in wrinkled gnaws…
hell chews hope in gnashed cash…
greased volcanoes sire rising screams…
burn of cyanide and bunkers reich…
flags star stud the roar of flames…
He'd grown up a pest and a brat
Evolved into an oily bureaucrat
While bribes greased his palms
Folks back home begged for alms...
Stripped of his bureau ~
All that was left was a rat
They mixed flour sugar eggs seeds and yeast
Sprinkled love and awaited the feast
Consumed by sweet passion
In naked lust fashion
Stuck to the pan which had not been greased
25th April 2020
More elusive than the missing link
than a greased watermelon
than a slimy pig (no longer pink)
‘Peace’ is everyone’s heart desire
But how to put out war’s fire?
Quick like fire
Burning desire
Is a pseudo-sire
Playing a lyre
Breaking a wire
By greased tire
Stepping in mire
Looking at a pyre
It’s all looking dire
Quick like fire
Burning desire
Russell Sivey
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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NOT WORTHY OF READING
SPEAK THE OPINION OF THE
CRITIC.
NOT WORTHY OF READING?
SAID THE WRITER!
ANGERED BY THE CRITISIM
UNWORTHY OF BEING READ
OR LISTENED TOO, SPOKE THE
CRITIC AGAIN!
WHAT CROWD WOULD GATHER
TO HEAR THE RANTINGS OF
A LOONEY-FOOL
INTERPUTING ANOTHER FOOLS
SCRIPT?
I CITE THIS UNWORTHY!
Greased, thoughtful, sad but..
generating beauty from sadness
Saturating the body in the earths finest ales,
Sound waves as variable as the sea,
Breaking at chance intervals of..
unnerving calm.
Almost like cutting through foam,
where pockets of air appear from nowhere,
allowing sounds to reverberate around the gaps provided.
leering lusty labium
felon feasts fear
hoisted hankering shivers
taunting tactic trigger
bounty bullets bleed
gaunt gore greased
alchemist aura punctured
pulsing portrait structured
smiting lousy leisure
fiery gaze tunes
mystic melody pukes
pulpy passion prune
bruised feelings fixed:
saucy smirk whipped.
'20:02:18:13:03
Salubrious antipasto
Trimmed to be vociferous
Left without the tympani
Holding up a symphony
Greased well guaranteed articulate
Inundated synchrony
Molded into ebony
Gone on before the starting gate
Innate
Careening toward a screening
Where is all this the leading?
A gracious over-seeding
All sliding towards a feeding
In generosity I ate
Freshly brewed fog and a fall rain,
the mist could transform to a beast;
Winds might swirl becoming a frog
pulsing so loud inside your throat;
You’ll second guess and feel insane
when elevated fears are greased;
Hit that plot twist with no prologue
left rolling in those tales remote;
Bring that quill back to analog,
tranquilize this poet’s stained note.
A bandoned, abased facing failure
C alculating catastrophic paper
R ecycling thoughts recreate some ideas
O bsolete thinking antique panacea
S agacity scripted by greased lightning pen
T ablespoons filled with some of that cayenne
I dealize the idealogy of wise men
C onsider acrostic power write again
Thanks PD for the challenge
Written: July 14, 2014
I spy the FBI
Losing its direction
Donald Trump has declared
He won't stand inspection!
"The ladies that I groped
(with sincere affection)
Were never Russian moles
Who greased my election!
My Tax records prove
I'm a man of perfection
So focus any search
On leaks from my section!"
FBI Ivanka
Will need no correction
She can search who she wants
Sans POTUS objection!
TYNE - BUILT SHIP 1968
Gigantic steel behemoth
Sitting on the ways greased
And ready to give it birth,
Ten-storey-high street-darkener,
Rusted and immobile -
Once launched in silent swish
And cheered by a thousand voices,
Transformed to marine elegance,
And slimmed by the vastness
Of the endless ocean -
She moves easily in her element,
Dolphin and whale at the same time.
men are referred to as "that Galah over there,"
a grey n pink parrot they aint rare...
or "Drongo Jack" from the city town,
duck the uppercut a coming down.
Greased hair Rockers they were cool,
leather jackets , shielas drooled...
sometimes just a bloke,
sucking on a beer or coke,
altogether cool,
vertical aint no vegativebool....
so there Linda-Marie,
how it was or is,
way south of the border,
Don Johnson
Through monster blood
he drags his mop
a ticking clock
he can not stop
They are tiny
And unseen
He cleans the world
Of far between
A greased up bot
to rid this plane
of broken toys
On a rainbow train
From up above
He sees them fall
he loves one bot
Above them all
He saw her drop
And bled her dry
so he wouldnt have
To hear her cry
With his broom
he swept her clean
And lost his heart
In the far between
It is done. Spelling issues..