Short Scalded Poems

Shielded
Scalded
Polished
Pointed
Her life was like shielded, scalded, tar; 
her love was like, polished, pointed star....

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Since toilet tissue is so hard to find

   He bought a bidet to cleanse his behind

      With the very first flush

         Cletus scalded his tush

            To use again he was not too inclined...

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Skiing on a cup of java 
  the little ant got burned
Limping out to lick his wounds
  he decided to return

Once again the ant was scalded
  yet he seemed quite unconcerned
I guess that ants are just not programmed
  for this lesson to be learned...

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In the coffee shop
A mistimed twist
By the barista
Caused a hissing
Coffee jet to
Ballista towards
My sister and I
Worried it would
Hit her wrist and
Give her a blister,
But fortunately
It missed her.

The manager scolded
The ham-fisted barista,
But since no-one was scalded,
He didn’t dismiss her....

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The porch light flickers with the power
Of a thousand watts of electricity 
Colorful visions swimming in darkness
Across our eyelids we see
Tiny sprites dancing in unison
And we're drawn together
Scalded as we touch
Like flies frozen in place
By the webs their lovers weave
We are moths to the flame...

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Time--it moves like a scalded cat, 
And I--I creep like a snail.
Like a long tailed cat in a lawn mower's path,
I am nearing the end of my tale.

Now, it's said that you're only as old as you feel,
And aging, they say, doesn't hurt,
But, try to believe you're as young as you feel,
When you feel like you're older than dirt....

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I know you are there
At the bottom of the Ocean
At the deepest part of my heart
I know you're there, 
You little fire.

They are scalded but not yet burnt
They're searching for you
To hold, stop and
bury you in the dark
Don't worry I'm here
To keep you alive holding on my tears.
Wait, be patient
The time will come
Time will come for them
To see you as forest fire....

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(This is a fictional poem)

I drank a man's milk when he went to the john.
Now all of my bones are broke and most of my teeth are gone.
He was over seven feet tall and he was a menace.
He poured a piping hot cup of coffee down my pants and scalded my penis.
If you ever consider drinking that man's milk, please don't do it.
I know first hand that you might not live through it....

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Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn.
Woodsmoke and scalded spices flood the air.
The darkened sunlight disclaims treads the lawn.
Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn.
Its frail hand yet brings in a shift of fawn.
A dream, like a toenail, is a brief dare.
Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn.
Woodsmoke and scalded spices flood the air.

Written: February 26, 2023...

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Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.

Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him into the vat;
Later the sorcerer’s body is found
Horribly scalded to death with no sound,
Elf-prints all over his hat....

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Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.

Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him into the vat;
Later the sorcerer’s body is found
Horribly scalded to death with no sound,
Elf-prints all over his hat....

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Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.

Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him into the vat;
Later the sorcerer’s body is found
Horribly scalded to death with no sound,
Elf-prints all over his hat....

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Summer’s footprints are here,
scorching land at noon.
scalded tree leaves fear,
they will fall soon.

Dawn emits autumn hue, 
cloud laces sapphire sky.
Grass dons pearly dew,
rustling golden leaves fly.

On misty panorama screen,
winter makes frozen trace. 
Across snowy landscape scene,
arctic wind slashes space.

Miasma departs cerulean sky,
spring ripples radiant air.
Singing birds merrily fly,  
buds bloom with flair.

...

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Love soared from his lips in Major C
    But grief has set his soft heart free
Despair has furrowed his delicate brow
    So the singer sings of nothing now;
 
Hope scalded his throat in Major F
    But all his hope has froze to death
He takes but the breaths his sobs allow
    And the singer sings of nothing now;
 
He sang in sorrow in C minor
    But now, it seems, the pain’s much finer
The answer is plain as to why and how
    that the singer sings of nothing now....

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