Short Jeered Poems
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His talks seemingly obsolete
His obstinacy tenacious and noisy
He rebukes, he chides, he reprimands
His acts like a performer's repertoire
His renunciations to be jeered upon
He renounces, he chucks in, he relinquishes
It is the monologue man
They tangle and they twist; wear diamonds on their wrist;
Their security is spying; and they say that you are lying;
You yelled and jeered and hissed; and now you’re on their list;
And with their time they’re biding; till they keep you down and hiding
Got to love that cat she said.
But I didn’t.
I was allergic and now I am sneezing.
Got to adore his face she said.
He sneered at me.
He jeered at me; I was not falling in love.
Got to love the way he pats you down she said.
Making a little nest.
Really?
Donald Trump has one Golden Rule
A Winner must always be cruel
Today he's nice
Like rats or mice
Because, you know, its April Fool!
With his Cabinet of felons
Trump sought Stormy Daniel's melons
The Democrats jeered
But Republicans cheered
And promised not to be "tell-on"s
"Thou a cacodemon" jeered the crowd.
She heard all those voices , clear and loud.
They stormed and cowed her down.
All they wanted was to see her drown.
Tired of all the incessant goad.
She chose to lurk in her abode.
She's now another dancing clown.
With griefs that weigh her down. ??
A fat little lady danced the fox trot,
Her cat was peeping from under the cot.
She fell on her stomach and hurt her chin.
Stepping and sliding on a banana skin.
The kitty just jeered when she saw the fun,
But fat little lady grabbed for her gun,
Making poor little pussy to get on the run.
- Prince Freakasso
(Painter and Poet)
I’ve always been good at making an entrance
never choosing to stay
I’ve always been good at passing through
most often forgetting the day
I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child
as your legions mocked and jeered
And answered those voices calling out of the wild
—embracing everything you fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
I’ve always been good at making an entrance,
never choosing to stay
I’ve always been good at passing through,
most often forgetting the day
I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child,
as your legions mocked and jeered
And answered those voices calling out of the wild
—embracing everything you fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
O' love the heart is a blueprint of sky
Empty and darkness engulf at high
Of love no vastnesses there is
Of tear no drops of the ocean there is
Merely a salty sigh is flying on the lonely jeered sky
On the peak of mind tower just hauling a roar
No arrow, no bow, no Cupid in abjured nature
Every rose has died by its thorns and snare
-October 07, 2018 Chattogram
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Re-Marking June
A Pride fellow with the hockey staff,
Who is jeered by some that made them laugh,
Was to count the whole team's men,
Ere the P.A., (ne'er again),
Said, "Our team's men totals about half."
2022 June 09
*3rd Place*
A funny Limerick - Any Theme
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 June 19
*RZ & HMS: 9,9,7,7,9.
Thunderous clap barracks
A resounding yell…
On the red carpet of fame
Snap! Snap!! Snap!!!
Camera lights and flashes blinks
In illumination of a star…
From a pogue's roar came a stunning speech
Once jeered to fail by unstable frienemies-
Scorned by the die-hard fans and cursed upon
Till failure beget victory, it became known that -
Success has a voice, the voice of failure!
Foolish Sunflower,
young, fresh, yellow
but she was foolish
Bitterly she hated the Sun,
she said;
“I’ll not look at the Sun.
Moon is my best friend
Him I’ll hug, chat with, kiss
The Sun is cruel; he burns
my lipstick and make-ups-
all beauty are gone”, she said
Happy she was in defiance,
And lo! She became stunted
pale, pink and ugly!
Boys laughed and laughed
crowds jeered and cheered!
At odds about the undertakers fees, Mark Twain jeered:
“There is a system of extortion going on here!”
What horrific prices to pay for just a box and hole
When it's not the body we care about, but the soul!
This clerihew is derrived from reading Mark Twains views on burying the dead. His only quotation is the second line. ( Mark Twain and the Carson City Undertaker) - February 1864
Sandra Hudson, 1/18/2012
Called, 'Woman of Shame'
Living life as she knew how
Men secretly desired her,
Women - gossiped; jeered
No one offered true friendship
Not one cared to ask her why.
Stones gathered in hands
The good 'Rabbi' intervened...
He who has no sin, he said,
Please, cast the first stone.
As each one stole away, he turned,
"Go in peace and sin no more".
~*~
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I rather die than just pass
away from boring days to fabled prayers,
I rather live my life today
as if I never cared.
I hope you understand my fears,
shattered for seven years,
in this plain of existence,
I'm jeered.
I feel shards of niceties
prick my skin,
in most unfavored ways,
merely on a whim.
Blood flows,
heart breaks,
mind is born-again.
I know the frame of life sits in the pane,
and the light is bright enough to blind.
Yet on I shine...
shameless as a piece of glass.