Short Mauls Poems

Pussy cat pussy cat
Your growls and your yowls
Your calls and your mauls
Patting me down
Making me into a nest
Your jaws and your claws
Ouch pussy cat!...

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I had a dog that loved playing in the stalls
What ever he found the little bugger mauls
Until one day
I taught him a new game to play 
Now he is content to just lick me Sidney Halls...

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Christ carries cross
want wakes wisdom
mantis mauls mate
music makes merry
sun sparkles snowman
thinking takes time
fear frames future
ivy interlaces iochroma
caterpillar chews cottonweed
rain reflects rainbow
sin stimulates sickness...

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                          mantis
                          
                           mauls

                           mate





First Place Winner: Joseph May-In Just A Few Words 2/ Contest 1/17/21
Honorable Mention: Line Gauthier-Bite Size Contest No 78...

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Cars One

A coffin for your children
A hearse for your fat missus
A burden on the mother earth
We will not be forgiven

A curse to city dwellers
A blessing for shopping mauls
Noisy,ugly,overvalued
Ridiculously LARGE

More power than 500 horses
Faster than a train
Sophisticated self maintaining
Millstones with a brain....

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I'm here to encourage
I'm here to support
My love's revealed
Forthwith in your court

This bitter anguish
Devours my heart
Thy trepidation
Now rips me apart

Such weight on your shoulders
So much tension and strain
My heart now weeps
And feels your pain

I wish I could transfer
This torment that mauls
But I'm here to absorb
Each tear that falls...

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who, US?
by Michael R. Burch

jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild

... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...

under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same —
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:

“who’s to blame?”...

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It runs low off the moors,
when it gets to this blustering brink,
it shoves and ropes, it punches eyes.

When it sweeps this ledge
it bites like a viper, it's voice
forged in whirlpools of chaos.

My legs tremble in a corkscrew tug of war.
Gust-mobed clouds crush molecules of fear.
Rain hacks and mauls.

This raw wind has me by the throat;
now all the non-rooted must sink or float,
or be delivered down to the deep dale
and a more sheltering sky....

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