Short Harassed Poems
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There once was a chick from up north
who harassed, harangued, and so forth
Reports had been filed
evidence compiled
She is 'net restricted henceforth
I have in store for you
A gun and a few bullets
take them for security
on your way to heaven
as you go through bushes
infested with demons
that harassed you on earth
wear war-mood
Christmas Carols
Whenever you in any shop
they blast out the bloody carols
the business has trivialised
us into harassed shoppers
hating carols, dreading this time
of festivities and joy.
So my private prediction came to pass
A son, a victim of a mind overtaken and harassed
Overwhelmed by fear
The mind is cavalier
Finally broke the spell, made it through the impasse
When all is said and done:
Who is the victim?
Who is the victor?
The harassed
Or
the one who harassed?
The one who bore it all quiet?
Or
The one who quietly retaliated?
Either way,
at times I feel
I am the loser .
Woody Woodpecker happily pecks in his tree-house decent,
mean landlady Meany evicts him, for he doesn’t pay the rent.
So, he plans his antics, stops real estate to sprawl in his forest,
tricks Lance, the harassed lawyer, to gift him a new tree-nest.
“If I claimed you sexually harassed me,
Who do you think they’d actually believe?
You – the convicted felon,
Or me, with my large melons?”
“You…so I might as well take what I please!”
8/15/11
Received 4th place in "Horrible Bosses Limerick" contest
An unpleasent dream
Tearing at my seams
Eyes wide open
The nightmares truely begins
Harassed by images of the past
You try to cling on to some form
of reality
But it fades for to fast
Salvation by way of redemption
But the was a refusal to
that inviation
Form:
Clyde was harassed by a frog in his throat
Chances of finding a cure was remote
But much to ol' Clyde's surprise
Doc said feed it a few flies
Proving to be the perfect antidote
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Harassed,hasselled,harried
temporarily tarried
tormented and troubled.
Yet blessed !
Feeble,forlorn or friend-less
powerless,forsaken and distressed.
Yet blessed !
Beset,burdens to confess
suffering,perhaps oppressed.
Yet blessed !
Despondent and thwarted
in frustration and failure.
Yet blessed !
Our laughter is no longer
Harassed under the strict metered
Of syllabic counts
At a distance
You neither hear a sound
Nor a word
Yet whenever there is
A pandemonium,
Be aware, you’re not in a flea market
But...in the mirthful grin
Of their malicious lips,
Thank goodness, we’re now on our own!
the last remaining vestiges of autumn
bitter clingers
parched and weary
shriveled in dismay
harried and harassed by an ill north wind
launch into oblivion
to join the sea of lifeless carcasses
on the forest floor
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for the Winter Storm Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written on 12/25/22
Citing the cliché, good guys finish last:
folks have little appetite for the truth.
And do-gooders are constantly harassed,
a lesson taught to intolerant youth.
Facing a future anchored in the past,
folks are cruel, arrogant, and uncouth.
Yet, big business, every once in a while,
assigns a moral value to a smile.
I am not easily embarrassed
But one day I was being harassed,
for breast feeding my child on the bus.
The ignoramus caused such a fuss.
I flustered and jumped off in a huff.
On entering a shopping mall,
I noticed the shoppers stall,
while passing myself and baby Paul.
On glancing down I found
a breast, pointing at the ground.
Oops!
03/07/2016
John Q. Squiggles,
at the opera one eve
had a bad case of the wiggles.
He dug and he scratched. No relief in sight.
From the row behind there came giggles
Preparation H was unknown at that time.
And he felt he was being harassed
He jumped to his feet
ripped his pants on the seat
Then he was really em barrassed!
© Mar 06 2010 Charles Henderson
Teary eyes starring upon the night skies
Winter moon at its brightest
Time gone never coming back,
Only memories will pass by.
Alone in thoughts of emotions;
Should have,could have, too late!
Crippling mind harassed by regrets...
Soul whipped by the past.
These are the wounds of life;
Lessons of ignorance,
Listening indeed is a skill,
Life a patient teacher
THE SCAR OF PAIN
The Mixtures of Pain,
The Countable seconds,
Being the utter most irritant,
Mumbling to Share.
At the Time,
Realising the Past,
that had a Bad Faith,
Harassed with pain.
The mind never goes refreshed,
But the voice of others,
Being filled as the scar..
Never knows how to treat it with,
Need to help myself ...
Cause i own my life and my mind.
The Pain of My Neighbour
Day and night I hear noise
I listen
listen
noise from my neighbour's house
a cry
a loud cry
unease
torment
no help is provided
my neighbour is stranded
harassed
abused
beaten
harassed
by a drunk
by a drunk husband
who comes at midnight
angry
furious
unreasonably
sad
is this unsolved situation
unavailable
solution.
Drencho POET Loads.
Suffer not unto me;
Those joyous sins;
That replicate things;
After my very being;
~
I stand posed;
Poison to my loins;
Gratified, marginalized;
~
Purple snake, not royalty;
Nuances, novelty;
Cloaked and harassed;
Back to basic:
Those joyous sins;
After my very being;
Suffer unto me again still;
3/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2026
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
'20:05:01:18:32
Note: of harassed ambiguity.
Miles to Go.
Lord I have miles to go,
To complete the tasks assigned by you,
Life's pathways have ups and downs,
There are many hurdles on the way,
I cannot realize my goals,
I cannot fulfill them cheerfully,
One problem leads to another,
And keeps me continually,
Harassed and troubled,
Let me run my course with even joy,
To defeat the wiles of Satan,
And closely walk with thee to heaven.
dark moon prophecy
tears fall from her lashes
twisting and turning
the moon and the sun both
extinguished to protect their identity
cheap rolls unfurled
ferociously fight the terror
of the night
the harassed drops to his knees
what has he done?
the moon turns very pale
barely breathing
three tombs loom
at first light, like
creeping shadows
as the media
crowds the school
9/3/2018
I found a sphinx in my backyard
And a manatee turned up dead
I raised a flag, all went to one knee
A hissing package fell on my head!
I was harassed by a baby squirrel
My turkey got doubled up tariff
DNA linked me to a cold case crime
Now I have to talk to the sheriff!
A child prodigy gets to stay
I lost at chess, so now I'm gone
My pregnant wife's hooked on opioids
My life is a current news spawn!
Lord I have miles to go,
To complete the tasks,
Assigned by you,
Love's pathways have ups and downs,
There are many hurdles on the way,
I cannot realize my goals,
I cannot fulfill them cheerfully,
One problem leads to another,
And keeps me continually,
Harassed and troubled,
Let me run my course with even joy,
And follow your footsteps closely,
To defeat the wiles of Satan,
And walk with thee to heaven.
With a season such as this
A time when farmers stammer
And nomads mumble and stumble
In this season
None smiles with the heart
Gossipers ashamed and harassed
Of their own utterances
And nature’s wrath mounts mouth ajar
As multitudes stagger in stage of their own blindness
Blaming one another
Blaming gods
And hope soars like eagles
Heavens cold on the earths
And no one to embrace the role sole
And heed create a world
Where living things co exist