Short Odorous Poems
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The Sunbeam Moonlight
Evident asks no evidence
Superiorly love
We knew we do-
Odorous!
We feel redolence!
Do not we?
in beautiful lavender field
we had met with love tender
so cool moon waxing
we love lovers' aroma
odorous dance took the place
there once was a skunk named Pepé Le Pew
when he came near, well, everyone knew
Penelope, his chérie
to her, he was smelly
odorous advances met pooh pooh!
Peter a farmer from Scrubby Creek,
Seldom washed his great big feet,
His fed up wife would complain
About the odorous strain
When in summer it reached its peek.
Meltering sweltering is just up ahead
Sweat soaking sheets of our double bed
Underarms are odorous
Some parts are dangerous
Don't light a match it might kill you dead
SPOILING CLEVELAND
While roses belch perfume into the air and
Nightingales’ whistles pierce my ears
I can't savour the clamorous glamour
And odorous charm of the steel mills in Cleveland
Of a foaminess hung
Rose-round, odorous
Or what, ivy-musty, a sturdy
Held up ruin pose as
No grander is one led
Nor quite as gracious
Up paths, though rough, to doors, though warped
Than neath one's bricked mass.
Beethoven's Ode to Lims is heralded in these here parts
Starts with a symphonic chorus of ear shattering big farts
But odorous emissions
Require city permission
Must have legislative approval to exhibit such art
i have eight legs
i am an arachnid
delicate;exoskeletal
you have two legs
you are a mammal
sloppy;squishy
yet it is i
with the stronger backbone
with the precise dexterity
who scuttles
who cowers on the wall
silk trailing
you with a newspaper
print odorous with ink
smashing in my wake
Grasped in the marvel of
Euphoria,
Strewn by the nonchalant mind
Of serene fascination,
Drenched in odorous ecstasy,
A fire ignited by elation,
Flooded under sparkling skies,
Gleaming, flickering
Beneath a cerulean reflection,
A pirouette of eternal
Rapture and perfection…
Reality…as it all fades away…
The shivered ,broken
stream spills over a hued
dreamfulness.
The scarlet woven
carnation is beautified
with a shining diamond.
The enriched rainbow is a redolent,
odorous rose.
The unerring, genuine
chrysanthemum like
a dreamful sun.
The jewellike, gemmed greenery
radiates from a sublime
fervent sunflower.
Odorous Wright’ing
The Poet Who Wasn’t
Tom “Miracle Man” Wright
3/5/2025
Some write to live,
others live to write.
I’ve little to give,
that might delight.
Thoughts that come,
quickly disappear.
But I have some,
which I hold dear.
When finally in ink,
thoughts quickly die.
Sometimes they stink,
that must be why?
Still A Mystery
I have not arrived
No one has returned
Faith and Heaven are choices
More real than abortions
I humbly admit, worm and sinner I am,
My repentance is not once, long ago ...
I have met Him in the Scriptures
And His Spirit of Holiness
That keeps me from Darwinism
Keeps me from Liberalism
Which is mere “feel-goodism”
Like an onion, odorous without core
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
Forsooth and forlorn ferocious I fried,
Before Bibawhack, my baboon bastard's bride.
To teachy thee a truth, Ye took And Ye tried…
On yon odorous oxters [as the ocean tide.]
Guarengriddle Green, elope, elope. Makes watery- eyed.
So send it soft, send it soon, spittle spot, easily spied.
Him and she, Her and He hurtle and hide…
Disenchanted, disabused, deceased I died.
embers of memory- solitude
a rugby inside me trembling
jerking off seeds, heat yolk
furtive cells melt in furnace
a secret pleasure perfumes
a little room an eve garden
my son learned how to erect
shadows still lurk -odorous
I felt soft sea froths salty
mammary pain oozing silk
oysters and lemons, orange
saffron, blue vain of throb
there I lay my child sinks
night chilly never had winks
Miss Maribel Seward had an odorous pet skunk
She developed an allergy to the way it stunk
The antidote was pricy
It was pepper and spicy
But Miss Maribel could not smell it when she was drunk.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written October 31, 2022
Submitted to “A Funny Limerick - Make Me Laugh" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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your sandpaper hands climbing up the bark
peeling layers away revealing a spark
it wears out as quickly as it came
for you can’t have anyone know your true name
painted over and over until brand new
a veil for each one until you bid adieu
under it you are melting, an odorous mistake
only you wish it could be a prank
a lonesome world for those who bid harm
treating each woman like they are a farm
break them down and ravage with an axe
oh that won’t do, there isn’t a pass