Short Grovel Poems
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For what do inits D.T. stand?
It's not what would please Ayn Rand
Her famous novel
Shows those who grovel
Are rather unfit for command
If they asked me I could write a novel
Bout the way you snivel and grovel
How your snot hangs down
On your evening gown
As melodies emanate from your schnozzle
we confidently march along
until something unexpected happens
an event out of our control
then we begin to grovel and beg
wishing and praying for patience
in Gods’ waiting room
Ahab puppy loved him some evil Jezebel
Lassie boy collar eyes wag the fancy tale
He sleep on her good side,
sob say the cuckold bride
Groomed so wail to fetch her bones in hell
Ghastly Grave Gathering
Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Generations greedy
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief
November 2016
Chance favours, chance taunts,
Now is one man’s hour to rise,
But ten men’s dreams it haunts,
Its humor none can surmise.
Heed not the next irony of fate,
Till you and final verdict meet.
I’d sooner wake to destiny late,
Than grovel at Fortune’s feet.
You are vanity
No one can compare to you
Men grovel and sway
Women want to be like you
Sad, the mirror is one way
If it were two way
you might know how you are seen
from the other side
Yours shows not your inner self
that your outer mask does hide
First world culture, Fourth Generation Rights
Travel and you must adjust: to avoid fights
And delays in "customer care," we declare:
"Sorry to bother you; I need my wages." Beware:
The first world mentality: "Do not grovel." We all do -
Some are commonplace, others disguise as culture
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Captain Bee of the Ship McKee had a reputation all over the Seventh Seas
A pirate narcissist, who made people grovel down to their knees
He had cold steely blue eyes, and he was fearsome to the point of absurd.
I was fearful of this pirate, until I realized that Captain Bee is a canary bird.
Is it supposition,
or a disposition?
The object of a fear,
for something one holds dear?
Maybe a past trauma,
or some melodrama?
Some midnight novel,
or a heart-based grovel?
Decisions handed-down,
like a man with a crown!
To label some poor soul,
for whom no bell will toll!
Shake out the trembles that restrain you
Walk upright in a downward glanced world
Shake the hand that refuses you
Smile at the demons that control you
Relive the moments that embarrass you
Grovel in the sand that grates you
Reach out to enemies that flog you
Live
Live
01/16/12
© All Rights Reserved
Apparently, I had annoyed her
I wanted to pretend I did not know how
Wishing I had kept my concerns to myself
I had been lamenting her choices all afternoon
With cousins and relatives, I barely trust
Now I remember why I do not attend reunions
Her eyes gave me a look that could burn rubber
Was it too late to grovel?
I began to try
I
From ever Time had us surrounded
-or how the Law has to be followed?-
Though since once acting were we free
To keep our haze, to not or be.
II
To earthly being nothin’ is mere more
Than everything surmise as novel:
For being nothin’ grimer sore,
Hallowing heaven, yet to grovel .
And what is hard comparing
To answer this ironic faring?
Vaccine game we are not winning
The COVID-19 vaccines
A mess in kansas
I follow all leads
Begging groveling pleading
No roads lead to shots
Hours on the phone
Waiting lists of twelve hundred
I reluctantly give up
God has His own plan
I grovel big one more time
Got vaccine today
Perpetually learn
Let go let God again
Relearn it always
Visions of Usher,
Seven rooms with which flesh dwells
As reddened as a
Retro rocket ship.
Party to end all parting,
Macabre essence
Is all prevailing.
The mayhem of ring-a-rose
Maddened stares. I sit
Alone in green sin
When Death travels amongst us,
All that can be done
Is find the culprit
And grovel to the void face
Of my own doing.
Please tell me now, my dear, my love, what occupies your mind?
Are you truly happy now or is there sadness yet to find?
I do my best to make you smile and hope you’ll feel complete.
So, tell me now, my darling one, as I wait now at your feet.
I will not beg, nor ever grovel, but happily serve you well.
So, are you happy, lovely one? Please tell me now, do tell.
Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.
Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
global fun-disease
Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged
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* Roman goddess of night
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Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey
A most pathetic sight to see
Negotiators grovel at Sinwar’s knee
A speedy way to set hostages free
~ Put Yahya out of his misery
______________________________
Yahya Sinwar is the name of the
architect and mastermind of the Oct.
7, 2023 terror attack on Israel that
abducted about 250 hostages and
murdered over 1,200 people.
Adrift in your eyes
The night is deep
I search raven skies
I cannot speak
What is this embrace
Held to your darkness
I touch your face
I feel the starkness
The powers that be
This mysterious night
Have come unto me
Your rule they indict
I am left to grovel
Desire unyielding
A lecherous hovel
A whim to your wielding
8/4/17
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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.
No more my mother is the only woman I love-
I say it with respect and truth.
No more my sisters first, my wife and kids last
No more kowtowing to my bloodline while you
must grovel for a pittance from me
That was childish,selfish,small minded.
I put you second too many times, I hurt you.
I treated you like you were temporary while
protecting habits that didn't protect me.
I am sorry. I was wrong. I mean every word.
SORRY
(ETCETERA ETCETERA)
In my world a word of genuine emotion,
today in this battlefield for far right,
far left and all those in between,
a word reconstructed,
for those wrong doers caught,
and only when they are,
a buzz word for a last chance grovel,
for a population conditioned to except the insincerity
and false tears that evaporate as quickly,
as one’s memory of their misdemeanour.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
The early people hurt me,
So I'm very bitter...
As I sit upon my stolen jewels;
Than resemble shiny litter!
My anger has me terrorizing'
Countries of various hues.
Complimented by my distinguished
Set of scales of sky-blown blue!
I'm not like the other dragons,
As I don't seek for glory or fame.
I travel very quietly,
With a secret name.
To truly know me, no need to grovel,
Just go to the store and buy my novel!
15-September-2021