Short Hunches Poems

Do you test your hunches?
Do
Love
Lord...

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Got a hunch bet a bunch
                           Lose your hunch  bunch
                               is gone!...

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~March sprays his icy musk 
robin hunches in her feather hut...
but fireflies will soon greet us
with pulsing emerald moons at dusk...
just not soon enough~...

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i know you have 
a heavy heart
it sinks into the pit 
of your stomach 

it weighs you 
down, hunches
you over while 
you heave for 
breath

i know your heart is heavy
but it doesn’t have to be...

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Rolling the punches
Using my hunches
Duck and dive
Trying to survive
Bombardment of blows
Bloodies my nose
Waiting for the bell
10 seconds from hell
Hit the mat
No more combat
There goes the bell
Saved from hell...

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She misses the time before she was a mother,
the life she once had now hidden, under cover.
Before pasta and paint, and plastic packed lunches
replaced lie ins and coffees, and trusting her own hunches.
She yearns for washed hair and fresh eyes without lines,
but knows, deep down, it’s for him her heart pines....

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Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate
they were tracking you.

Trespassing the epochs
you want to go back in stone age
to retrace the steps
of a homeless sapience.

In the brown desert of high hunches
you were treading haltingly
hounded by rivals,
utterly unethical.

You drew a circle
without a center,
readying for a guillotine.


SATISH VERMA...

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Bones crack muscle strains
within this frail body
Teeth ache eyes dim
a yellow film covers them

Arms sleek smooth now pitted
hair begins to cover them
They seem weighted useless
to this human frame

Legs lengthen oh the pain
Back hunches stretches
to beyond belief

In an angry, frothing, shivering
flash of time passing from one
world to another, I could see
the full moon rising...

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Look!
Watch the rain ranting
As trees tip-toeing
Pattering foot fooling in flood
Children chasing wind
As darkness drags near
Upon my bed i lay,
Peeping through my notepad as April pry into my nostril
Is April again, my peak period
At April, my pen flow ceaselessly, although atimes my hunches are trapped by some hood rats
Now that the rains are here, i shall paint the universe with my pen

awoh awoh...

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Unless you're a true celebrity
or one with real notoriety,

        what you think folks think or say
        of you in public or in secrecy

shouldn't bother you in any way
though your hunches persist;

        for all you know they don't even
        have an inkling that you exist;

and when you're down, don't blame
the world for ganging up on you;

        don't kid yourself with such conceit
        that's so inane and so askew!...

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You're throwing one set of punches
Barely acting on your hunches.
You can't be lucky with left hooks.
They'll, sure, connect them: Boxer Crooks:
Perhaps, then, stop to at you grin
Like Spinks had at Homes for  a win...

The point: stop launching lame attacks
Or you watch out as your skull cracks:
In Boxing, the Dreamer Joseph
Should questions ask starting with 'if ...?'
The Ring Business: Dangerous sport;
Killers rarely appeared in court......

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My thoughts are mine, I cherish them
Unruly as they are
They freely keep me company
I keep my mind ajar
Too much are these sensations
These hunches, these ideas
Much wilder than the tempests
That heave the mighty seas
My thoughts come in like thunder
They blast in with quick pace
My mind is forced to take it in
And gives up all her space
And there she is, poor mind of mine
The torture is severe
But this time too she will endure
Until the air is clear.

Wendy Nipas...

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