Short Schmuck Poems
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DIALOGUE
“You’re dead,
They said.”
“I’m not.”
“You ought
To be.”
“Agree,
I ought.”
“Why not?”
“Dumb luck.”
“You schmuck!”
The next time or any time any schmuck calls me or thinks of me as a dirty or filthy jew. To them I say," Hey, only if I can help it!" so there! sorry, depends. (posted on yom kippor).
Poor Percy acted like a schmuck
I guess he was down on his luck
He looked quite a sight
His pants were too tight
He waddled around like a duck
18th May 2016
Rooting for zany and cunning Daffy Duck
wrong place wrong time ~ somewhat of a schmuck
at the wrong end of Elmer Fudd’s gun
not much fun to always be on the run
AP: 3rd place 2025
Poor old Dan was a bit of a schmuck
Ran out of gas in his brand new truck
Now late for his date
Boy, was she irate
No hanky panky was his bad luck
hanky panky- loosely translated as sexual activity
Who knows what lurks in the hearts of man
All seems normal outside but imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming in the streets chomping on canned spam
Who knows what sillies lurk in the hearts of man
All seem normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
Who knows what sillies lurk in the heart of this man
All seems normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
It's befitting to call Trump a 'Lame Duck'
Cares only about himself; what a schmuck!
He won't admit defeat
"I WON," he types in tweet
Shame on him. He ran our country amok!
November 21, 2020 ~ Out on a Lim Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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tinkles in sinklings
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am we to
no us without you
he sayd shut
we says up
together
we make muck
dirty words made schmuck
three letters off luck
old time still twinkles
tattooing
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People have always believed that black cats are bad luck
Whoever started that foolish rumor is an evil schmuck
If one crosses your path there's no need to have any fear
They are merely beautiful creatures to love and bring cheer
Image # 4
10/31/19
Contest: Good luck Halloween Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Headline news lead bleeds
Accidental haiku death
Investigated
Killed by tainted verse
Unidentified victim
Radioactive
Exotic poem
Attracts curious reader
Dripping vitriol
Extreme allergic
Reaction resulted in
Death of some poor schmuck
Industry spokes folks
Encourage illiterates
Stay away from words
A shootout on Main Street at high noon, Buck
Bring your rusty six-shooter -- lots of luck!
You’ll need it, you see,
When up against me
Nobody survives calling me a schmuck!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written May 4, 2022
for "High Noon" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
10-10-5-5-10 syllables
My small way of showing anger for this year's circus of an election process:
I recall when George Bush had to duck
a thrown shoe, or he may have got struck.
What I'd love now to see
is some dog take a pee
on that dump of a Trump. What a schmuck!
for the the Political Ordeal Poetry Contest of CT
Mother tried looking for daughter
Deep on a crescent moon child ran hog wild
cries of sad tears piled at being defiled
She was a young buck when life ran amok,
where mama tried to pluck her back from schmuck.
Gun in hand mama, combed the pimps home land
for demand the return of daughter's hand.
connie pachecho
1/6/17
non contest entry
Though few drive off-road in their truck
Pick-up owners have run amok
Having a tail gate
Their mood will elate
While the cabin carries a schmuck
Author's note: A pass to those folks who use their truck for business on a regular basis. However, a status truck reveals a weak mind and hurts the environment more than a "normal" car. Those are already bad enough.
Competition for the few vetted by the fewer
What's seen subjectively haughty choosing of a loser
Visceral assertion deemed a sycophantic t w a t
Prideful ego lifted veinly all but one have been forgot
Not important but you made it so just take it as it is
You're a whipping boy of some poor schmuck a name upon a list.....
Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest
Who voted for Adolf Hitler? Almost everybody. No matter which party or candidate chosen. It was done with the fascist attitude of the immoral majority. Sometimes in a disguise. Donald Duck is now Donald Schmuck.(in memory of those of my maternal ancestry who perished in Treblinka concentration camp in Nazi Germany occupied Poland during the WW2 era and in honor of Hannah Arendt. Amen.)
As I lay here
Agony clawing
Flowing tears
I am bawling.
Crying over fate
Over my rotten luck
Cursing this last mate
Knowing I'm a schmuck.
Wishing I was better
Wishing I was smart
Yet this pain does fetter
And stays in my heart.
Can I be the same?
No nothing can be
As life is not a game
But this is just me.
Always fighting
Always trying
Always writing
Slowly dying.
one eight-hundred NOTHING
that’s the number that you call
that charge-free line to NO ONE
when you’ve cracked a hip or fall
should you have dire emergencies
and need some schmuck to care
dial six-six-eight, four-four-six-four
it’s for sure … I WON’T be there.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, April 13, 2023
I met a slick hick
from the sticks
who gave me a hickey
beneath the hickory tree.
I faked hiccups
hoping he would flee
but he stood there
like a schmuck
trying to help
me stop the hiccups.
Oh, dear (hic) not again!
Hold your breath (hic)
and count to ten.
Standing on your head
(hic) works, I think.
Hold your nose (hic)
and take a drink.
I was ticked
because I couldn't trick him,
so I kicked him.
The arc of teeth
the rising and falling of words
Transcribing tangled knots
sayings nonsensical
Incisors gnashing
bone scrapes the blade.
Keep searching, keep searching,
they are meant to be found,
to be bound by record.
Between both pens at
the side of the skull
Is the archive of every schmuck
sentenced
To receive the cold descent
Upon the neck’s nape
that feels frigid
Is the greeting of
a friend’s final conversation.
46)Gangsta' Rap- When a wanted felon knocks on your door.
47)Nostalgia- A towel specifically for one's nose.
48)Breakfast Schnook- An idiot who will eat carpet tacks when asked.
49)Scorpion- A bullseye when urinating on a schmuck.
50)Eye-Shot- A dummy so drunk he tries to take a measure of whisky through his
eyeball.
51)Postulate- When the damn mailman finally shows up.
52)Short-Ton- A 4 foot, 3 inch woman who weighs in at 2125 pounds.
I work hard I don’t depend on luck
I am like a lighting I leave a mark
Wherever my spark struck
Always finding ways when I’m stuck
I don’t sit around and buck
That’s the behavior of a schmuck
When a chance presents itself I immediately pluck
Because I can be whatever I want
Tired of people saying I can’t
It’s a must in myself I have to trust
Why should I always be the outcast, considered last
You guys judge to fast
Without knowing the future is vast
Form:
My Lost Love is Fine
her rose petals once pluck
by some other muck
it made me once want to chuck
being run over by her truck
my heart twice moon struck
at the muckers running amok
her audacity rises and suck
for those deflowering schmuck
yet here i now sit in near pond, stuck
escape being her sitting duck
my love for her once awestruck
to a sad effect of her potluck
dear, winds now howls my good luck
connie pachecho
1/03/18