Short Scourge Poems
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Since the scourge of coronavirus seems to be increasing,
Now is the time, as St Paul said, to "pray without ceasing!"
HAIKU #115
Pandemic scourge
Waves of disruption;
Pain infects loss
~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 Nov 2020
Singapore
March 12, 2022
The glass ball slips from my grasp
Broken shards scrape the surface
I let the ground taste my tears
The droplets leave behind unmarked graves
Don't make your life all about other person
Leave a chapter for your own life story
Life is too short just to scourge out of reason
Pave instead your right way to glory
My shoulders are alive with dandruff
Been blessed with it since I was a pup
Why me I shout
This frustration I spout
Maybe shove dandruff shampoo up my butt
From the golden lamp a genie emerged
For a thousand years he had been submerged
Said, 'I can give you vast wealth
Or I can give you good health'
But either one by itself is a scourge
Jolly old Happy Jack enjoys all the notoriety
Adds much spice to life and gives it variety
Never once said
I have a level head
A little off kilter but surely no scourge on society
My shoulders are alive with dandruff
Been blessed with it since I was a pup
Why me I shout
This frustration I spout
Maybe shove dandruff shampoo up my butt
© Jack Ellison 2015
Run Off Trump Mouth
Run off big mouth he had the urge
Of America Trump is now new scourge
On his debts did another exclusive
How to women had been abusive
People like Trump we need a purge.
Jim Horn
would implant an occult chip within folks mind to expunge evil scourge
Aug 27, 2020
First Place in the contest:-)
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a scourge across the land of the free
darkness brooding in Mar-a-Lago
and brewing in Chesapeake Bay
fear surrounds the man who
would be our President again
a stench from the one in office 'til then
Demagoguery
Scourge of weakest minds—
Always seeking more of them!
Infectious venom . . .
Pervasive and destructive . . .
Resist this stupidity!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 29, 2017 (Tanka)
My Molly Magpie endears to baked delights
Toiling in the afternoon, proving through the night
Darkness raised the finest flour with courage
Baked alive transformed, the test of scourge
Transfixed all mollified await the finest bite
Great men
stand taller
than the countries
they serve
Honor
and courage
the bureaucrats
scourge
To sacrifice
self
without
question or pause
And champion
the weak
in defense
— of their cause
(Independence Hall: July, 2025)
It's been proven that sex is the leading cause of people
A mind-blowing discovery that might result in sex being illegal
To restrict its activity
Put people in captivity
It's the scourge of mankind and womankind and beagles
My shadow has departed
A dim luminescence has not the power to prevail
So casts my follower to the depths
To wallow in ineffable sorrow
Where heartache mutates to anguish, to scourge, to death
And lucidity has no foothold
And light, no admirer
The lunatic fringe are grabbing the headlines
This murderous bunch are attempting to undermine
These subhumans won't succeed
The world will be freed
Of this scourge affecting the lives, yours and mine
© Jack Ellison 2015
her heart hankering for love
one errant tear drop glistens
a beckoning badge of innocence
to the hungry scourge that waits
her crimson smile quickly devoured
as her rare innocence drowns
in the raging murky waters
of the singles bar scene
.
chlorophyll cancer
constricting aquatic breathe
suffocating life
.
bird of black u-shaped
ruff, blue plume acorn snatcher
tangled oak nest scourge
Date created and posted :19 th January 2021
Contest : A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
NB Ruff as is in collar
Fate by Adejola Joseph
Fate
Circumstances beyond control
The unavoidable scourge of the unknown
The indescribable
The unfathomable
The unpredictable
Fate.
Fate is unknown
Who can tell a child what his mother is cooking for a dinner in the morning?
Fate.
What’s behind the door?
Was I here before?
In faded lives ago?
Store-room full of dust,
Open if I must
The room I used to know.
Who was I back then?
Saint, or scourge of men?
The dust will never tell.
Store-room old with mold
(Attic dim and cold),
Conceals my ghost as well.
Look at you, August,
petending to be
a southern belle
all breezy and full
of mint julep.
Refinement is not your style,
a plague your eighth month sun
driven to scourge pastures,
blind cattle, wilt
bluebells and buttercups.
No southern belle, you.
©Kathryn M. Collins
September 26, 2012
Oh~ Rapier, my holy divine
Please tell me when will you be mine
I can't wait much long, my divine
For the scourge looms if you're not mine
Oh~ Rapier, shining in the night
Please be mine, even for tonight
Let me wield your radiant might
And as dark flees light, scourge will flight
HOPE
I am for you to cope
See beauty and mope
A dream to be awaken not
I will make you green a crop
You can make me actual
Can you be that sensual?
Death will always scourge
Don’t lose me to his grudge
You alone make me pretty
With naught you make me dirty
Make me again sweet
And this destiny you shall meet