Short Punch Poems
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I took my junker to the body shop
My belly poking out of my tank top
Intake guy looked up from his laptop
Sayin' ~ 'Your car or you, Pop?!'
Life’s punches - roll with ‘em or get bowled over - your choice
Either way, you still have to pick yourself up
Inspired by Brian Strand's Contest
daffodils' gold glow
ingesting sun, a spring ode
pierce winter shutters
Haiku written: February 24, 2021
For Brian Strand July Contest
An ice storm can be really deadly
Drive with care and try not to get edgy
Just glide along
What could go wrong
Death could await and that's not funny
while i wasn't looking
you were hooking
you caught me
and it taught me to be
on my guard
you hit me hard
now i can't munch
because of this fist
of a
SUCKER PUNCH
Form:
He should never have stepped in the ring
Because he had no talent to bring
Even though he battled
His brain just got rattled
And now he can't remember a thing
Smashed
And on the rocks
Shaken and stirred
To a paranoid
Amygdaloid
Control deferred
***
Peppy steaming cider
Prepare with Brach’s red hots
Potent with cinnamon
Pleasing with warm pretzels
Popular with popcorn
Premier holiday treat
Pass me a big mugful!
The beat that composes
Summer’s zealous speech
Employed my bones with jubilees
A quaint taste laced
with pornographic oaths
Of which I abstain from forsaking
As in her caress I descend
*smack* *punch* *kick*
Behind closed doors is what you miss
On the outside, it all seems fine
On the inside, it all declines
But hide or else
You might hear yells
*smack* *punch* *kick
the last one wasn't felt
so i can feel your last touch
man how open is that poem
was i man was i a woman
was i a child
justice never won
sorry never healed a bone
heart broke after slap 1
Going back to see some old friends of mine
Hope I don't start slobbering and spilling my wine
Miss them a big bunch
Will be happy as punch
Hope I don't embarrass myself and say things asinine
Going back to see some old friends of mine
Hope I don't start slobbering and spilling my wine
Miss them a big bunch
Will be happy as punch
Hope I don't embarrass myself and say things asinine
Smith was out to lunch
or maybe it might be brunch
had to practice punch
we should realize
what Smith did was compromise
had not been too wise
Putin with a crew
bad things he will do to you
he had a loose crew
book in a nook
took up my attention to look
hooked on to its
‘small poems with big punch’ ,
soaked I am in Grook.
14-Feb-2016
Contest: Grook
Sponsored by: Silent One
Zero to a hundred
Smoke between the ears
An amygdala doing donuts
Simply changing gears
*punch-drunk: Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy
Punch Buggy: a game consisting of punching a person
when a VW Beetle is seen
Death is at my bedroom door
It doesn’t have to knock
doesn’t have to show its face,
I can feel its presence...
Should I open and embrace eternity,
Or for a few more breaths suffer mortality?
~Contest: Bitesize #55
~Sponsor: Line Gauthier.
All this talk of brothers and sisters!
It’s been a punch up from the beginning!
What religion are you - Oh!
Another punch up!
Where do you come from – Oh!
Another punch up!
How much money is in your pocket - Oh!
A punch up from the beginning till the end of time!
Form:
Schuylkill Punch
The best thing I recall about Philly,
(And you might think it all quite silly,)
Is one could obtain a freezing flavored drink,
Straight from the spigot in the kitchen sink.
We’d have a glass with breakfast, supper and lunch.
We all enjoyed “Schuylkill River Punch.”
Butterfly love messages
Better to fly through romantic passages
Shelter you in tender verse
Pillow passions, warm and gooey
Let yourself be immersed
Time standing still substance
Supercharged feelings filling buckets
So large soul enriching sustenance
So succulent, most excellent
Judy, dear Judy, are you the Punch and Judy, Judy
Did you fight with Punch for a small piece of foodie
D'ya get knocked in the eye
For a piece of cherry pie
I'm sure you could handle yourself, dear Judy Judy
(A dedication to my dear Judy Konos)
© Jack Ellison 2015
Oh, what a tangled web!
A man finds himself
caught in a love triangle.
Poor fella
I wouldn't wanna be him!
The two women with whom
he's madly in love
are giving him
an ultimatum migraine
Which one to choose?
What's his heart to do?
Decisions, decisions...
Date written: 06/12/2020
Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings
Cupid went on a tear
that day he hit the punch.
His shots went here and there.
He sure was out to lunch.
That day he hit the punch
and ventured to the zoo
to where his arrows flew.
His shots went here and there
and hit a hare and sloth
thus twitterpating both.
He sure was out to lunch,
and I would like to know
which cubs are fast or slow.