Short Ogre Poems
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Ogre
Often he’s a cranky,
Olive-skinned, swamp dwelling,
Obtusely-witted fiend...
Only bathes in mud—eats
Onions, garlic, ...(sniff)... GAS?!!
Ogre’s in the outhouse!!
Oh! My giddy aunt...RUN!
©deborah burch
4.06.2021
Pleiades
Kim Merryman’s Pleiades O Poetry Contest
They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch
For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed
For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping
For that's nature's will
All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are
And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity
~ semblance
.
'bout time
thuh flowerz are bloom'n
and thuh naiads
tired uv toadz
arrrr
come'n out tuh
play
oooh
thuh barrrd'z
nervous
though
excited
His voice like thunder, booming out his threats,
the stamping ogre towered, broad and square;
the trembling, sobbing woman prayed and begged -
I saw no pity in the monster's glare...
and hid. A knight, afraid of fighting fiends!
Ashamed, I rushed at him, without a care.
The giant, nostrils flared, took off at speed,
returning to his castle in the air.
written 25th March for Constance's O words contest
The ogre was irritated with the woman with the locket
She had accidentally run off with his boot in her pocket
He stumbled upon it a few months later in the woods.
It had been created into a darling house, where it stood.
He did not have the heart to take it back, for he was soft.
There were several children inside, one of them was named Coft.
Coft waved at the ogre and yelled out “Thank you for the boot!”
Ogre was glad for the thank you, so he gave a grateful toot.
He likes an egg
without a shell, cracked
by the careless act
of a grocery store clerk.
There's always some jerk
who could make you sick
then read your obit
with a pained expression
as if that session
and consequence grim
had nothing to do
with him.
The Og. loves
spaghetti
is always ready
when you've got
a question
of indigestion.
He loves a meal
of apple peel
(forgive me Giuseppi
of the Pinnochio
story). I do not care
for apple peel,
and though the Og.
is small, he
gobbles it all.