Short Protested Poems

my child eyes had grown dim

seeing life's turmoils grim

upright i protested

with new sight contested

inner vision from Him.
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the chief was coughing
the crowd thought him laughing
he protested in innocence
the crowd saw him mad in presence
and burst out laughing...

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once a young student from gilroy

wished to marry a tomboy

parents protested

had him arrested

forced him to join the bolshoi.
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Lady Godiva protested on a horse.
Sight to see for townspeople of course
Annoyed her hubby
Not a bit chubby
Her protest husband's grounds for divorce....

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My friend is not with me:
Absence of his glottis meal.
Even my intestine protested,
Turning over the food presented.
The spitting cloud,
Did pierce my feelings with its paw.
I tried to fathom what caused
this,then i find out that i'm bored....

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give me your aorta ~ and in exchange i will give you a nice pulse

said the kidney bean to a cabbage heart ~ as it openly convulsed

but the black eyed peas protested violently ~ acting with impulse

of course i needed a leek pretty bad ~ and suddenly felt repulsed...

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flippant great white was turned into a peninsula by Poseidon.
others protested on her behalf, but she was happy about it;
now she would be immortal
people would visit her for centuries.
her relatives faded away, or died one at a time.
she remains Shark Rock, a favorite of children.
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In the phlebotomy room,
there came a woman
And a man
And their lad
Inquiring, queuing

‘My blood, I give to you;
draw and draw freely,
I have no qualms’
The lad started,
Responding, boasting 

‘Yes, you can draw
by every means you choose
save with this needle!’
The lad protested,
Sobbing, struggling...

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there might be a gator at Sunday’s table.
Don’t act surprised, if you are able.
Why does Shelly always cross-species date?
She wants to prove that she does not hate.

Why do we have to be polite to them?
They are her dates, her beaus, her men.
But a gator? I protested.  Grandma, no!
She would not budge, so I did not go....

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Frankly you didn't give a dam
That pretty much summed up
the whole future of the film industry.

People throw their hands  up and say
I do not give a dam  about what children
watch and mold their lives after.

I don't Give a dam when parents 
protested the type of shows that
were placed before the family.

You dont give a dam and you still dont...

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In the 60’s we protested
Out on the quads
With our armbands and banners and signs
‘Til the rage manifested
By police riot squads
Put a damper on all our designs.

We erected no tents
And we went home to sleep
But were sure we could orchestrate change.
Yet these current events
Which on campuses sweep
Seem, to me, very different and strange.
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I love waiting at the doctor’s office.
I was the third one there, so knew I could write some poems.
They called my name first.
I protested. The others were here before me, I told them.

No one listened.
I was the one taken.
I did not get any fodder from the waiting room either.
Some of my best stories come from a waiting room.

Maybe next time....

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Kid protested,
That he had to play,
He had played just enough,
Still he thought more was needed,
Probably he was right,
But he could not get the time in sight,
Jack was not dulling here,
For want of play,
But because of play,
Jack could just about fail,
I numbed his protest,
And made him hold the book,
He took the bitter pill,
And now says,
That he was saved....

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Rebecca Grey Hewitt was born to a Grey
But she married herself to a Hewitt today
All the Greys in the country protested this plot
For the Hewitts were common and they were not
They came to the wedding but sat in a bunch
With eyes closed and noses up-they sniffed at the punch
But Rebecca Grew Hewitt did not seem to see
Her eyes were on a Hewitt however common I may be....

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James did not invite a lot of guests
they had to know him better than the rest
his mother had decorated his apartment nest
in hot pinks and fuchsia, a friendship test

he had protested when he had first seen his lair
I am the expert, his mother said, to be quite fair
she also wanted to give overeager girlfriends a scare
staying over meant that they probably did really care...

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Holidays shape the overspilling
bounds of aromas. Hidden possessions
dismissed away, packed in a wardrobe
banished to an unforgiven loneliness.
A protested chaos snapped
unpleasant whispering,
interruptimg nature's
beauty, hope, and
sweetness of a special
occasion. Alongside belonged
twisting frustration furied by the
enormous danger hesitant to a wave
and smile of polite luxury....

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He is a mean hyena the child said in horror.
His daddy and mommy thought he was joking.
Not realizing there had been a lawsuit.
Mama Hyena had enrolled her son in the human school.

Don’t call him that! His parents protested. It is not nice.
But he is a hyena! The child reiterated, right, but not believed.
They met the hyena themselves that afternoon in the park.
And promptly apologized to their son....

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There I was in Heaven
Playing a game of Ping Pong
When I got a call from God
“I have a job for you going 
Down to earth 
And be born again.”
I protested “last time I was 
On earth
There was a war on 
I was hit
By an arrow in my chest
It was painful.”
“You have to”, he said 
“A newly born needs a soul
Before you know it you will
Be back up here again.”
Gave me a hug he did
I`m still waiting, I forgot 
For God time is meaningless
As he dwells in the abstract...

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Let’s push mushroom man around today Mouse One said.
Mice Two and Three went along with it.
Being followers and wanting to be on the bully’s good side.
The mushroom man protested and fought back.

They struggled with him all morning but could not get him pushed.
How long are your roots? Mouse One demanded.
A tree on the other side of the forest said “They stop at my roots.”
The mice ran over to try and push the tree over.

Moral of the story: Bullies are not very bright....

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To the pond behind my yard
I saw strolling a frog and a toad
They were there on that rainy day to breed
But the two soon began chatting their creed

Said the frog: “You a Bufonidae
You disturb my peace with your croak” 
Protested the toad: “You a rascal Ranidae
You scare me to my death with your squeak”

Friendly chatting now turned to a dispute
They leapt across belittling each other
And there crept the water snake, moving softly
Swallowed the frog, proceeding next to the toad!...

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Three sage faeries crept out of the tall grasses of the Avalon
The air was ripe with dew, it was the beginning of fawn
How many butterflies shall we grace the meadow with today?
They debated this solemnly, it was their assignment in May.

Sixteen monarchs, a dewberry wing, and Luna moths one suggested.
That is way too many for Avalon, the oldest faerie protested.
How many do you think? The youngest one asked with a wink.
They agreed to ten monarchs, a dew wing and one Luna moth – pink....

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Let’s make him the new mascot someone suggested.
He looks dour, down in the dumps, forlorn, some of us protested.
But he fits in with our theme, one of the Eeyore-types said.
He always loves to make trouble; his name is Depressed Ned.

I refuse to vote for the troll, I say, in a mean kind of way.
Several others agree with me, others have absolutely no say.
The dour depressed troll ends up being mascot for the new team.
I decided to drop out of the booster club, even though it was mean....

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