Short Grubby Poems
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Those who sermonize to demonstrate they hold a loftier moral tone
Are often charlatans; uncovered by a grubby image on smart-phone
Grimy grubby unkempt unscrubby
He pranced around with keen delight
Skipping on cool cobblestones
Throughout the amazingly fun night
Cotton candy, so fluffy and soft
Sugar that floats, sticking on throat
Color that bloats, sailing like boat
My sweet hands, grubby like groft
Why aren't any grey, green goldfinches going to the grubby, greedy goodies
gatherings?
1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Insipid blend of lemon tea
Murky depths unsweetened
In a grubby cup with a dull grey glaze
Cracked rim invisible in the haze
Of an all night cafe on the road.
I saw an alarming grubby grumpy golden Gastly ungodly Grand so alarming gross gray gloomy ghost gathering~
10/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
A handful of dirt
A grubby old pot
Of what, for to show it off
Gives purest witness.
Child-like, is out-smiled
Of a flowerhead.
As sweet that, and as tender.
Fairest graciousness.
Sports has become all about the money
Go where the money is, it's not about loyalty
Sad, it's so unjust
Just eat my dust
The lure of the dollar makes your hands all grubby
Covid has its grubby hands around my chest
Surrendering me weak and lethargic
Not feeling the best
Grubby invasive hands are NOT welcome here
“GET OUT” of this body
Get lost , disappear …..
diabolical Denise denied doing deliberate dastardly deeds
easily evacuated energy and excitement from everyone
forewarning frantic free-wheeling freemasons from
giving grubby grimy greedy Denise a gratuity.
greedy grubby grabby grimy grainy grim reaper
was angry with his wife, a wild woman on Thursday
He decided to break some rules and be a window peeker
We must report that many did not escape his wrath that day.
Gabby wailful goes wane
Gassy wagtail
Gruff white-livered
Grudging walleyed
Grubby wanton
Grouchy warlike
Great weasel
Gross-out wicked
Grizzle whiney
Going in will-o'-the-wisp
Going with his big baby
Dead grass,
smudged windows,
abandoned,
a toy truck
glints a splash of red
in the dry yellow yard.
A rust covered bell
dangles a cotton string,
black from grubby hands.
Silvery ghost child
laughter floats in the still air.
This planet’s golden day
changed by a primate stray
that worked its evil way
and all rules disobey,
driving species away.
What was the golden day
has become grubby grey.
Now I have had my say,
I will without delay
be off and go my way.
On the bleak street
not a blade of grass,
only dust
from the lorries,
the cement mixers.
A year later
I see a bud appearing,
by Autumn
this one golden blade
has grown tall.
The sound of a swishing oat seed
cheers me up
in grubby flatland.
Must you wound me?
Deviled dogs of Satan's lot
holding me upon raging seas
mouths garbled with sinful froth.
And must you pull my cloak?
Grubby nailed hands grasping
clambering upon my limbs.
Must you torment me?
Foul horned beasts sneer
with glee to fell a wall
that shall not fall.
I wanted to cure myself
of you
killing my past,
easily washing my hands
of the blood that flows
from the wounds
filled with idylls.
I burned the past
and threw its ashes
in the wind,
as your complex words.
I wanted to cure myself of you
walking upon time,
and any expectation
I still have—
my hands are grubby.
Bill Mauldin, the innovative creator of GIs Willie and Joe,
Irked Georgie Patton but thankfully Ike told him where to go!
Billy told it like it was for the grubby grunts in the grime and mud.
Georgie couldn't abide Billy's barbs 'cause he was an old fuddydud!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
'Tis well known that President Reagan was very fond of jellybeans.
On the ranch he groomed his faithful hoss and wore some grubby jeans.
During cabinet meetings he had a ritual that was somewhat bizarre!
They made no major decisions 'til he passed around the jellybean jar!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Where the black berates the whites
and barricades are crossed
that colour without
when rain gathers for release
like a slightly grubby fleece
that squelchy grey that matters
the outsider that pines for other hues
the memory it confused
Shadow contorts its form
intense in its opinion
bland has joined the band
The future aint bright
its lazing in the shades
it infuriates me so
kids anxious
to get their grubby hands
on their inheritance
~ their due!
anxious to claim their jackpot
uncouth arrogance and greed
so what if it’s at the expense
of someone else’s lifetime
of labor and sacrifice
the entitlement
the disrespect
mind boggling
it enrages me so
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Shaped like a
polar magnetic field
but more greener
with a stub of a stem
let me see here
your name is
Granny Smith
Crisp and Tangy
4017, Produce of USA
A fine specimen indeed!
I hope the fruit pickers
didn’t put their
greasy, grubby
Beaner hands
all over your
luscious
surface.
The rough world’s bruised you
but not enough to save you.
You die tomorrow at sunup.
Many years ago, there was an envious man
lurking in John Lennon's Garden.
Disillusioned- dirty -confused.
John came out of his mansion and chatted with him for a bit.
Explaining that he was just an ordinary bloke.
Who wrote songs and was nothing special.
John invited him in for a bite to eat.
The man dined with the Lennons and seemed at peace.
"Imagine", treating a grubby waif like a king.
Nighty night-night
my sorry little blighter
It'll be all right
if you can be a fighter
The devil is a-comin'
he'll slug you with his fist
You'll see him swift a-runnin'
to give your neck a twist.
Oh my grubby puppy
you are bright, bright, bright
Take a nippy nappy
or you'll bite, bite, bite
The devil's in the details
The devil wears a hat
He'll sell it to you retail
He'll feed you to the cat.
This Poem Is Trash
Stinky winky yellow spots on rusty tinnies
Mouldy food on smelly plastic
Damp paper and rubber lactic
That the mice think fantastic
Gooey substance iridescent
Cartons glowing so florescent
Furry knobs being unpleasant
Fingers grubby very sticky
Shifting ugly and so tricky
Feeling sick and rather yucky
Uttering words from the bible
Invoking help from St Michael
To sort another weeks recycle
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