Short Jerked Poems
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radio blaring
new york city cab driver
many near misses
horrified riders
being jerked and terrified
in backseat praying
There once was an old man from Nantucket
Who one day caught his foot in a bucket
He gave shake
But didn't take
For bucket jerked his hip out of socket.
I like this color
looks like flesh when I close my eyes.
has the shapes
and the light has fingertips
my fingers
there are all
among the smoothness
which leaves me without air
and sometimes are so close that
the lips are glued
and you jerked!
The light flickers
the woman waits
the car passes
with a bold sticker
the clock ticks and the closing of the gates
The rain falls
the wind blows
a business man calls
the band played
friends or foes
The song played
The woman worked
The man strolled
His head jerked
Life without you is like love without words
Life without you is like pain and a lot of hurt
Life without you is like being treated like dirt
Life without you is like always being jerked
Life without you is like no life at all
so be in my life and keep me happy
and please don’t let me fall
The ghostly grippe on Zorro's goolies,
as the ghostly footsteps fall,
some old bugger called d'hoolie,
jerked his chain and was not enthralled,
gelded by the facination,
would he get her would he fall,
rising, falling, flaccid, hesitation,
Zorro needs some other's balls....
Don
Your eyes
Your smile
Your words
Have a magic spell
Which I have fallen for you
Your thoughts flooded in my mind
Where I'm out of one's mind
Butterflies jerked their wings in my tummy
Words got hidden
And trembled and uttered
But,
Your not mine
And you no more
Heart crumbled
Brow crinkled
Tears drizzled.
Sundown came fast,
the fat Blue Heeler
lolling under the low picket fence
suddenly jerked his head up
as if someone had turned the lights out.
A startled Magpie scuttled over the hedgerow
maybe thinking it would be lighter on this side,
it wasn't,
eventually we all went to bed,
but the dog was dead by morning.
His ears couldn't hear
His thoughts all a-shmear
His eyes didn't see
Took Ecstasy
Self-control didn’t work
His whole body jerked
He slowly lost hope
Addicted to dope
Let’s make it all legal
Injections by needle
Just DECRIMINALIZE
A solution so wise
You silenced the calling out of children,
across empty lots and down twilight alleyways.
You stole the summers of innocence,
and the friends and lovers of forgotten days.
Long ago, you teased me with your possibilities,
filled me with hope and fantasies.
Then jerked away your promises,
and left me with want and empty dreams.
eyes open
eyes open
tears jerked
edges fallen
from
corners
circle me wagons
turquoise bead bender
swirling swiveling heads
counter me balanced
high-voltage death
sky lit up stars
night fell
fall on
me
own
escaped
borrows love
gutter prom kiss
naked shingles skin
rake me across
the
coals
here we are
eyes open
?
You got to report him miss
You can’ let him disrespect you like that
He is playing himself while you teach
The teacher made the report
A trial was held
The prisoner stated that he had a hole in his pants
And that was all
The teacher went back to teaching
And the prisoner was sent to mow the prison lawn
Where he happily jerked off to nature for the rest of the day
turkeys thoughts about the 25th leary
hurry to the corner
huddle close togther
with minds togther
jerking their brains fiercly
thinking about the fruit and berries
pupils thats already seen the axe
bloodshead
from their closest turkey relitives
and again with brains jerked around to the max
you can hear the cry's of clucking
I think I hear
faint
next year or somthing
clock work
tick tick tick
tic ing tocks
time drops
planetariums
words falling tops
spinning locks
of
hair
grab
pull tug
come here
you
fossil breath
wind blown
storms
summers to keep warm
swarms
of
ornimentals gawking
look looking lookers
hook is broken'ing
whoms on first
look at me go
bye bye bye
buy me
uhmm
nevermind
chalk jerked
clock work
?
Eyes are spinning, my vertigo's bored
Sent to a doctor I can't afford
Slapped me twice in the head
Shook it like dice and said
"Boy, you've got loose gravel in your gourd"
Then jerked it sideways, brought me to tears
Smirked, poured quick dry cement down my ears
"Never tried this before"
"Pay your bill at the door"
"That should hold you for a couple years"
I once had a boss with a twitch -
his head wasn't still for a sec
and jerked to the left all the time
(a wonder it stayed on his neck).
The guy was a terrible bore
and wasn't the nicest I've met,
but 'footie' was when he was great -
he'd head all the balls in the net.
* based on a real person (but no idea if he really played football)
written 13th October for Nina's Twitch contest
The carpenter at rest recalled
The tools he left within a wall
So by night he paid a call
Too swift extract his treasure
His saw so deftly blasted through
It jerked and nicked his favorite tool
Just bellicose a real fool
At least he missed the jewels
The nurses laughed a lot inside
The carpenter, he nearly cried
The only damage to his pride
The doctor patched his tool
Hurled at the speed of light
Into a black hole
Into the fierce vaccum
Tumbling, twirling, twisting
Falling for a thousand years
With an unchained melody
Until the Reign ends
Then apprehended suddenly
Jerked up at that same speed
By that chain- feet first
With that same unbroken
Primal scream
In fearsome terror
Surrounded by darkness
Dense enough to feel
More horrific than his own
Muscle-shirt man took his cell phone for a walk.
His mutt was just a four-legged afterthought.
Sniffing out voles and angels from the wildflower troughs...
Muscle shirt man jerked him by the neck over and over again.
I was trapped by Muscle shirt man's loud cell phone drone.
And the mutt's giant wiggly bulldog anus.
I slowed down to gain them distance.
They soon disappeared beneath April's green Avalanche.
A cross between insanity and complacency
An ounce of heroism drowned by the tears of depression
The moment has no meaning in the eyes of the audience
Each line is forgotten, even though rehearsal is mandatory
The long haul never seemed so strenuous
Tight roping the strings that jerked the heart
Inconsistent and unrhythmic taps
Disjointed, falling to my knees without answers
My moment of disillusion and confusion
My computer arm is gone
Everytime I use it pain
Agony and despair
I no longer can even
Put my clothes on without
Crying pain agony and despair
I hurt it when my washer
Keep getting unbalanced
When I tried to set it
Straight it fought back
I snatched and jerked
Jerked my arm right out
Cry Cry Crying over
The pain every word
That I write, type pain
Agony and despair...
Pain
Pain
Pain
You get the picture
Form:
I remember walking
Through a dark alley
Eons ago. All I could hear
Was chirping crickets
About halfway, my whole body
Violently jerked by...
Loud, furious barking....
I never saw coming!
Unchained Doberman Pinscher
Behind a fence. Boy, did it..
Scare the living hell out of me!
I did flinch alright...
What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Date written and posted: 05/30/2019
J is for JESUS
J e s u s is for JESUS
J is for jerked around by the ROMANS
E is for everone can go to Heaven now
S is for Someone there will love us.
U is for ewe for ewe are my adorement.
S is now for sustenance for HE is the broken bread that feeds the all of us.
The altered altar made to finish works and bless us with his countenance.
Yes ewe Eye want to see my JESUS yes.
The J stands for Jesus yes.
J is for Jesus.
Sam
Sam McRoon came from Bollon soon,
When he heard bout Galoon de Batey,
He fell in love with her, sure did swoon,
And she loved being called just Matey,
His nose did itch like it as full of pitch,
And he though upon a cure, come lately,
Jerked up the snout, cotton bud no doubt,
The vix burnt a path to his tooth platey,
Itchy ears without a fear,
he plunged the cotton bud in,
vix lifted the wax right outa da ear,
not deef like rin tin tin,
Don Johnson
I stand on the rail of the ferry looking back
through the rain and wind and time.
I imagine the battle between Spitfire and Messerschmitt
at wave top height.
Who will bring their guns to bear first?
In the tight turns the Spitfire is king
but the 109 climbs so much faster.
Only God would know who is the winner
as both planes fall wounded to the sea.
Who will remember the wartime duel 60years ago?
I’m jerked back to reality as rain runs down my neck.