Short Rant Poems
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I loathe sifting the vile cat litter and scrubbing the damn tile
Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’ll shriek and shout for just awhile!!!
It's five, seven, five
You MUST count the syllables
Or it's not Haiku
Having said this thing
I must now apologize
Haiku should be kind
rent rave
more more
about nothing
that will
mater
in the end
is no way
to live
your life
cause in
the end all
that matters
is love
Rickshaw |abia
punish my honey
drink my creamy dream
eat my children between fat-bread
Stulted pedantic canker-bloom
Your bird-plucked eyes
will gas-up and advertise
Realized Trump Went On Rant
Realized when Trump went on a rant,
Because again was told that he can't,
Start a storm,
Even if warm;
Measured mind and only saw a scant.
Jim Horn
I know you
lived too long.
I used to
think I did too.
But, I can't
teach you this.
I'm busy
teaching myself
to be
nothing like you.
Rotten work
, picking scabs.
But no one
can do it but you.
Cormorant
diving deep
on feathers
saturated so
still
your wings spread
your need
to dry enough to fly
as I
from deep
emotion full
saturated so
long
this need
to cry myself dry
before
I too may be
light enough to fly
I want to write what I'm feeling inside as writer blocks denies.
Mix emotions in a bottle got me polar opposite
in limbo.
What a Surprise...
What a Surprise myself is trying ain't showing the truest feelings that lies.
You will not be a Bunny Girl
I simply will not have it
I will not let you work in bars
While dressed up like a rabbit
Men will grab your bottom
And thrust money down your drawers
And some will turn quite violent
If they feel those balls of yours
What would I want to say,
If I could rant today?
Don't waste your time, okay!
No hard feelings, my way,
No need to be dramatic,
Whinging is pathetic,
Sniveling I ignore, my way,
Ain't misbehaving, anyway,
Don't snivel about chicks.
Off buns, other birds exist!
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“Mr. Owl ate my metal worm! What gall!”
“I swear he was at least ten feel tall!”
Nurse! “I saw gypsies run! Ooh!”
“Euston saw I was not Sue.”
Me mad? Am I, madam! shouted Paul.
I been left, abandon
I've been right, seldom
Run away from the correspondence
Hide me from my sinful self
I've been found, forgiven
Freed from my prison
Been brought and sold by my choices
Now I'm listening to heavenly voices
6/23/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I’m keeping my temper, goshdarnit and crud!
But these f-ing a-holes are boiling my blood!!
I’M TALKING TO YOU, YOU [word censored; too graphic]!!!
(I really don’t like normal rush-hour traffic.)
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Written 21 Dec 2018 for the "Let 'er Rip #2" contest sponsored by John Lawless.
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Road rage—
Osama,
Oboma—
JFK,
Blown away—
Thin ties,
Tie dyes—
Ernest Tubb,
Beelzebub!
WMD,
Wannbe—
John McCain
Still a pain—
911,
Twenty-four seven—
JonBennet,
Turned away—
Poetry,
Geometry—
James Dean,
Was a queen—
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Still the rage.
Where the hell is my pencil
It was right here
How could it disappear
It's bright freaking orange
The floor is black
So where is it
It's not on the desk
Does this things have wings
Not under the chair
Or on my chair
Damn
Under the desk...No
I can't believe this s...
I could pull my hair out
Oh... It's behind my ear
Sorry
When is a bribe a compromise?
What do you do when you see red?
Britain no longer belongs to us.
Some things you hate more than others.
Things that get my goat
Rude or bad drivers
Children out of control
Know it all's.
Notch on the bedpost guys
People who try to show one up
and finally old age
That's enough for now.
Sailing ship to port
Tis evening or is it day
With time my brain has wilted fray
I steer the ore
I yell my salt
If I crash, tis not my fault
I repeat the fault I have in mind
Steering the ship to port
Under attack as well
Blue roosters under a spell
Squirting lemon juice
Tis simply not my day
Or so I tell my psychiatrist often.
It should come as no surprise
that devil has evil eyes.
The day after the Thanks is done,
the greed for self gain has begun.
The sale of the year has just a few
of the items that cause tempers to spew.
And while yes it is true
stores have done it different the past year or two.
Friday morning the stores will host
shoppers that demand the most.
You rant and rave...
“There is no God”
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
“Or if he lives
All that he gives
is…
War, famine, and catastrophes…
Death, sickness and atrocities….”
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
“God is dead
GOD IS DEAD”
All you ever do
is….
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
But when you face your grave
Rant and rave
Rand and rave
Changes to….
“God please save!
God please save!"
self-indulging speaks with no understanding a fool in his heart
Why do you act like you own me,
be careful,
confidence is an unequal attitude you know,
it can turn you into a violent creature,
questioning not authority, nor yourself,
yet confronting everyone,
with confident paranoid ranting,
star spangled banter,
rocking the boat at any cost,
adding science fiction to fact,
then subtracting desperate tries to turn cog insecurity,
into a star mask.
foolish rant
Wash my feet before I go to sleep,
Rub my eye before I cry;
Tap my tummy before I spend money,
SCREAM Halleluiah instead of "at a boy".
Cry out "JESUS" when I stub my toe;
Now all of this you didn't want to know;
:) ha! then wha ya readin this fo!
LOL
12/14/17
For Contest: A Late December Premiere Contest:
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
a tyrant soar-ass
press-a-dent dump
now wants to
f--- up canada
and crap his
uselessness
on americas
closest friend
he's just a spoiled child
companies test
applicants practicality
and psycho-logical
minds before hiring
but a circus clown now
has the macro-phone
and as america's leader
continues to introduce
his political dye-area
in one form or another
len
I rave and rant
And love no more
Reason’s been shown the door
The memory of an elephant
Is badly hurt and sore!
Good times I remember not
Cynicism has taken its place
I think it’s a great disgrace
To think halcyon times
Were just a phase!
A tender smile, a loving word
I give a motive now
I don’t believe an ardent vow
It’s just some words you see
Phrased nicely to stop a row!............
SOAKING AGONY
BRUISED SPIRIT
LONGING TO BREATHE FREE
LOST BEAUTY
CAGED ANIMAL
PANTING IN SOLITUDE
PRIMAL ACHING
THIS HOPELESS AFFLICTION
CALLED LOVE
OUR SICKNESS HAUNTS US
NO LONGER
BROKEN TIES
THAT BIND
HEALING OPEN WOUNDS
FROM THIS TERRIBLE AFFLICTION
CALLED LOVE
I HAVE EXHAUSTED MYSELF
IN EFFORT TO WIN YOUR LOVE
AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET
SO MUCH
FOR THIS
HORRIBLE
ING
AFFLICTION
CALLED LOVE.
1996