Short Nastiest Poems
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Guess what the nastiest bird is
Vultures comes up in every search
No question at all
Their prey they maul
Rip the flesh off their latest serving
If you step on someone's foot, they open their mouth
Just like a garbage can but an oral outburst they arouse
Nastiest ever known
Quite an angry tone
“Watch where you're going you stupid old cow!”
Bunkers Bonkers
(we are our own archie enemy)
The nastiest fiction
has come to fruition
The cautionary tales
have tipped all the scales
The global minority
has declared their authority
The white man is God
and humanity is fraud
For Arthur
How to forget
That apple trees —
Clustering together
Against the nastiest weather,
Trembling with their knees.
Their blossoms falling down
Were curled and soft and gown
In comely shades of blue;
In pallid shapes of two.
Inside it is crying out -
No longer cold and proud,
Still loving you.
Tangled shackles ,
finite spaces.
From life to end,
One hope in the eyes,
To meet infinite ways.
The needs and the breads.....
We only care.
Who constantly stare....
Seeking liberation.
Times facing nastiest sunlights
And the human who frights!.....
Me,you,is we all stand accountable.
Will take a lot grit!
To free the spirit...
The day will come....
The day will come.
leaving here on a midnight run
my energy nervous for no reason
i think about the free breakfast that will probably be the nastiest thing i ever ate
i am walking the floor over the next set of plans
when the next day comes, my eyes are heavier than a working man's graveyard plans
yet and still a drive on inspired by the next anecdote and the next listening ear
arriving there on a midday monorail
A Nasty Germ*
A nasty germ is what I am,
a curse to every man and woman.
I lie in wait with strategy
to bring you down to misery.
I’m at my nastiest on the weekend
when I land you bedridden
with round the clock medication
which you take with detestation.
But take courage, hope’s dawning –
I’m gone by Monday morning.
*(Based on my rendering of Christian Morgenstern’s
poem Der Schnupfen (The Sniffle)
They are perched everywhere just waiting.
If you feed them, they will start defecating.
Some people consider them rats with wings.
Pigeons can do some of the nastiest things.
I went to the car wash to get my car clean.
What a flock did was nothing short of mean.
So today, I wasted a little of my money.
I want to do with my shotgun something that's not funny.
Inspired by another member's poem.
A facility he had not used
But about it already enthused:
A not funny challenging toilet,
Water needing like Pontus Pilate:
Just to climb it effusive pride bruised
And when one was through with it still mused
Twelve litres of water when not late:
What one might be right to tag Plain Fate
The wildest cats would towards its slouch,
The wildest man on it limply crouch;
Not a convenience you'd for it vouch,
Found faults in the nastiest language crouch.
Natalia was in charge of the Gothic Nutcracker Ballet
It was held in the darkest, dankest, nastiest alley way
The mice came out to trot around without their soldier suits
Feral cats pranced around the production, tummies full of toots
The Gothic Nutcracker, how marvelous, a few old ladies said
We love it too, remarked the vampires and others, all undead
This ballet is not attended by just anyone, invitation only you see
You are not invited unless you drink some spider eyeball tea.