Short Prod Poems

This morning
as I awake
cattle prod
right in the
sacroiliac.
Moooo....

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acting believers
are kept waiting for God's prod
to make leap of faith...

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~ Overheard ~
 
Do you not find it odd
  that cattle and husbands we prod...

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mother may i steps -
a slow steady release of
compassion and prod

5/14/2023...

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Charles Francois Gounod
gave the music world a prod
With clarity&urgency
Opera became his usp...

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Their profession clawed
News week with opinions prod
Painting teachers flawed

By Robb A. Kopp...

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My body I leave
to medical science
to prod and dissect 
to look at and inspect 

let's see 
if they can 
make more of me
than I ever could....

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A virgin out searching for God
Discovered that God was a fraud!
How can peace endure
Or girls remain pure
When males come equipped with a prod?...

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Always learned great lessons from God,
After He would have to pester and prod;
Position set;
Attention get;
He knows best way to make me mod.

Jim Horn...

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Lord Brexit nodded off in his chair
And, of course, Parliament did not care
When May gave him a prod
He exclaimed, "Oh my God!
Is it true we are already there?"...

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When athletics have no consequence,
The long jump and high jump make no sense,
You can still leap ten feet,
Even hurdle a street,
If you lean on an electric fence....

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Charging to the front,
my words stay behind,
an anchor in the drifting sand

To live past today,
to prod and remind
—what time unrequited demands

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)...

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Under the knife with  a poke and a prod
That tube's stuck in where, say what, oh my God
Pain throbs to the nth degree
Everytime Willie goes pee
Putting something in there should be outlawed...

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heartless 

small and mean
dissecting a heart

peer into it closely
unfurl its soft red petals

poke and prod
with promises, then betrayals

it will last just long enough.
until you are bored....

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An amazing image just popped into view
Was wrapped in the arms of Penelope Cruz
Feverishely kissed my bod
Nowhere she didn't prod
So the animal magnetism I possess is true


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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Trump Rode Pony While Being Phony

While riding pony Trump was a phony fraud;
Would watch women when clothes they shod;
He forgot about belated;
Much trouble generated;
Found bad things when in his past did prod.

Jim Horn...

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Well here he comes again
Just when I thought I had
The poke and prod behind me
You're aching me up so
And all I really know is here you come again
And Oh I go---

Sung to the tune of Dolly Parton's hit
Here he comes again....

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Limerick: A hundred years ago, nay, fifty

A hundred years ago, nay, fifty
Who dared prod the female anatomy
Now men ride rough shod
On toll-free wide road
Ere steam-roller dries tar in a jiffy!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015...

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There's a push in my pen 
   a coax in my keyboard
A prod 'cross my fingers
   a poke 'top my brain

Each sentence hides muscles
   nudging stanzas to bustle 
One poem's done, here comes the next
   press down on the keys, produce the text...

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Long shot prospect
named “Reject Hoss”
bedecked with sweat.

He fell to last
‘till he passed gas
so fast, he flew!

He ran with ease.
At Jockey’s  prod,
he squeezed in front!

Forty to one,
odds he won was
pure fun for Hoss.
 



Inspired by Dr. Ram's Than- Bauk contest.
written 8/6/11...

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aura seeped'n seals
trained by breech
entrenched in smirk
leering limbs lurch
saucy smirk spank
face into trance

lusty lips weave
hoisted hankering hymns
rustling robust rhythm

jumpy jazz jolts
per punctured pores
sappy song sawn

admirer nursing gores
felon face prod.
    '20:02:07:19:23...

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When the weight becomes too difficult to pull
I find I am relieved of the rope.
Things get quieter
But the questions are still crushing.
Lingering and lurid
They prod and peel 
The protective plastic on my mind.
I fall into myself.
An interesting place
And I know the play there.
But not so much here
On this odd earth....

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Pale shimmers break
to quake the morn
while night forsakes
all hidden scorn
that snakes away
when light adorns.

Horus blazes
an arc again
lofting praises
that spark Amen
symmetrically
to whet my pen.

Advancing waves
won't stave my dance
since braves made slaves
by chance advance
with godly calm
to prod romance....

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I’m a cold and heartless prick
According to those with a pointed stick
They poke and prod and wonder why
I act like that then try to hide
I am truly sweet and nice
Some times that is my vice
For I will not reach for their stick
or knock it away with a gentle flick
That would only hurt their feelings
And I hate to see others reeling...

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Three snails are together,
On the barren sidewalk.
One is oozing a blackish goo,
Unmoving, seemingly injured.
The other two nudge and prod it,
Trying to get it to move.
But, it will not,
It cannot.
Still the other two try,
To help the wounded snail.
If creatures such as these,
Can seemingly show concern for each other,
Why can’t we?...

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