Short Incontinent Poems
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Route 66ish No 19
An incontinent guy from Topeka
Just wanted to be a bit sleeker
For each night he knew
He must run to the loo
If no dribbles he'd yell out “Eureka”!!
SPELLING MATTERS
The girls of the typing pool felt I was important
Now they all know I am just impotent
Bad enough they knew I was incompetent
But I cringe now they know I’m incontinent
1. Winnebago--rolling deluxe port a potty with a kitchen and bed
2. Incontinence--why mostly seniors own winnebagos(see #1)
3. Incontinent animals usually get euthanized
4. We just need to buy senior animals a Winnebago?
I know it’s coming
that urge
the pressure to perform
on queue
a conga line of the incontinent
living the Maxwell House dream
“good to the last drop”.
We wait in shuffling silence
knowing that when the dance is over
we’ll be going home alone.
7/9/2021
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
One has wrinkles, but so does the other
and they both are a whole lot of bother
They can't control when or where they pee
To get around, they crawl on their knees
Yet a helpless baby everyone loves
An incontinent old man nobody does
Perhaps it's because the baby's so cute
even when decked out in his birthday suit
An incontinent man from Thottle
Slept with his hot water bottle
It burst in the night
His wife got a fright
She said next time do use your pottle
05~03~15
Quotation used:- Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, and half-shut afterwards. Benjamin Franklin
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When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed.
I had not come to the
terms of slaughter.
Wanted now, to manage
the anguish incontinent.
Can you find some space in
waiting, for the hangman ?
Footprints and invisible faces.
Somewhere a hope lives in amber.
Trapped light,in wintery dark,
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.
Satish Verma
the dread
Fear, the paralyzing no-face horror that lurks
in the darkness and squeeze your throat
till you fall into a half sleep, kill me if you most
no, it will not, toying with your distress like
a cat from hell
you are a human mouse it
takes delight when you are incontinent on the steps
of salvation, just one step more but too late
the key has fallen out of your feeble hands and
falls like a silver cross down the steps of hell.
Scout was torn.
His body was suffering, he could barely breathe.
He was incontinent.
But he did not want to leave Lisa.
She was sobbing. She did not want him to go.
But the rainbow bridge had opened.
Excited happy dogs and cats were encouraging him.
You will get a new body.
You can be a puppy again!
You can stop suffering.
He stayed with Lisa as long as he could.
Then he had to choose life.
Life is death and death is life.
Who knew?
He used to know, but he had forgotten.
OH!
You punched holes in my system
Now, I am incontinent
I can't hold water for a second
You blame it on indiscipline
You licked my mind
Now , I am permeable
I can't sieve immigrant thoughts
You blame it on gullibility
You dragged my true self
Now, I am a masquerader
I can't meet the world without the mask
You blame it on cowardice
You attack every step of mine
Now, I am calculative
I can't choose expediently
You blame it on Indecision
Oh Society !!!