Short Indiscreet Poems
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Do not forget to brush your teeth
For a rotten future you will meet
I forgot myself
And sourly dealt
With a pain so indiscreet
A randy old codger called Pete
His actions were quite indiscreet
His passionate whirl
With a sexy girl
Brought the patter of tiny feet!
01~24~17
Sue decided to send Jim a tweet
She used words that were quite indiscreet
Calling him a fat turd -
(Using another word)
Their romance has taken a back seat!
12~23~16
Once Pat was approached at the corner street
By Johnny, with his offer, indiscreet.
She pulled out her poet's wit
With sharp metaphoric grit,
And blew his macho off into dead meat.
March 30, 2023
Oh Donald dear, how did you get so far
hooked your line to some passing star?
The words you speak seem all repeats
not a way to truly make the change indiscreet
only misogynistic parody and unfounded repertoire.
My web’s a lonely place to be
For no one likes to visit me
No one who comes here wants to stay
Yet neither will they go away
I really can’t imagine why
A friend (for life) will pass me by
Unless, of course, it’s indiscreet
That everyone I meet … I eat
A woman danced up and down my street,
she moved so wildly to her own beat,
while she was whirling around,
my heart did begin to pound...
her crazy dancing turned indiscreet!
10/03/2015
For "So I thought of this line" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
Some Secret Service Agents indiscreet
Savored the charms of ladies of the street
They angered Obama
Now they must face momma
This is when they will really feel the heat
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
A book,
it's a splendid
friend...
no doubt it is ...
Read a book
is to be talking
with something recent,
is to live a case,
is to be alive ...
A book
it's a discreet
or indiscreet
window...
It's to unlock
a door to
another
universe...
Read a book,
have a confidant
fellow...!
What is it about you!
Why can’t you shut your mouth?
What is it about you?
Why can’t you let it out!
What it is about you
Can’t you speak?
What it is about you?
Are you so indiscreet?
That you have to shout!
Bleat!
Pout!
In your excess
Recess
Digress
Abscess?
Indigestible progress!
What is it about you?
Can’t you sleep?
Form:
I went out to trick or treat
wearing fake bloodstained hands and feet
Soon I began to get prickly heat
So I jettisoned them in the street
The finder went as white as a sheet
Then dropped dead with no heartbeat
Now I’m feeling like dead meat
How could I be so indiscreet!
Boo Monorhyme Contest
Sponsored by Alexis Y
09-10-17
The beauty on the beach was indiscreet
Some would say that she was a tasty treat
Her teeny weeny
Peep through bikini
Made all the girls cry as they couldn’t compete.
As for the guys, beady eyes opened wide
The beauty then took them all by surprise
Her balloons went pop
Then her thong dropped off
The beauty had nothing to hide but pride.
I hear those eyes
calling me
quaking lips touch to kiss
trembling flesh is again refreshed
you kindle fire
arouse the pyre
abandon lines
two entwine
indiscreet
expectation
horizons crossed
delivered relief emancipation
my dear
the vista’s clear
two as twins entangle
but fruit rots
sweetness dies
falling from
fermenting vine
I adorest thee my darling,
So much more than I can say.
If I but had Will Shakespeare’s pen
All my love I couldst relay.
Thou art the beating of my heart,
The sunshine of my day.
And if it couldst but win thy hand,
Fierce dragons I wouldst slay.
Thou hast taken all my senses,
Love hast made me indiscreet.
If thou wouldst be my Valentine,
My pure joy would be replete.
1/24/13
Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet
A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way
To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today;
And indiscreet along the street she gives her pride away
To any guy who’s passing by with cash and time to pay.
In concert halls, beyond the sprawls 'round shabby cabarets,
unjaded thoughts of Camelot imbue divine ballets.
Given facts
and reasoned truth…
Can't marry each other
without changing their suit
Some things our intellect
tries to explain
Can you turn off a light
that turns back on again
The reasoning sands
and factual concrete
From thin ice to thick,
what’s now indiscreet
Decisions and choices
are still made the same
But to rent or to own
—real estate of this game
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
I despair when I’ve stepped in dog poo
Excrement on the sole of my shoe
It would be indiscreet
If I crapped in the street
I wish doggies would use a pooch loo!
I mowed the grass but now feel forlorn
I see cat poo all over my lawn
My neighbour’s pussy
Is so darn fussy ...
It's just my lawn that he treats with scorn!
Here’s my whine now pass the Cheese Contest
Sponsored by Phillip Garcia
08~01~16
My mind is still on your Grecian isle yet lost
Through time to another place where I exist
As Sappho sings her songs to me once more
And time unites worlds.
I dream as you lie beside me of rivers
Winding gently down your sloping hills, curving
Around the whispered breeze as you breathe, inhaling
Senses from my heart.
Awaken Aphrodite with discreet kisses
Placed in indiscreet places as sunlight calls
Revealing the night of cardinal pleasure
And whispers hello!
Living isolated in the shadow of defeat,
piece by piece I place the pieces,
giving up mates then weed I had to beat,
released from deceit so nothing reaches,
driven ungraciously weak in my retreat,
teased by grief from fallacious impeaches,
drifting at pace injudiciously indiscreet,
displeasing unabated fatuous speeches
* i was going to call this my struggle, but then i remembered Hitler wrote something called "mein Kampf" which when translated becomes "my struggle". lol
I didn’t want to make a great fuss
When Fred sat beside me on the bus
A great stink did appear -
T’was expelled from his rear
I went green and started to cuss
I thought it would be indiscreet
If I upped and went to swap seat
He kept passing out gas
From his windy fat ass ...
(It’s lucky he can’t smell MY feet!)
No idea of his real name.. but this really happened to me on the bus yesterday
... I don't have smelly feet
17th August 2016
As a hurting song is being sung,
At a white polo shirt is flung
What can have been a cow’s dung
And on same it foully clung
And on a nearby face hung;
All a hurried indiscreet challenge
By one refusing to change,
As though it is beyond his range,
The idea pointblank strange
Or one’s denial of a sweet orange!
At last, the fastest arrangement for a detergent,
Lest victim should arrange his brother sergeant…
“Once again, the quick-to-burst temper
Proving it can with a lot tamper.