Short Shafted Poems
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Bobby Aiken was proud to be Scotch.
As a pole-vaulter he was top-notch.
But on one faulty try
he became a soprano guy,
having been poled crack-on in the crotch.
I was hoping for a little bit of tit
She was hoping for a little bit of tat
But when she turned 'round
My balls hit the ground
Because she was a he...with a bat
Downy carpet hill,
Yellowed from the sunlight daze,
Rosy-shafted beams
Drifting off to sea
begin another day,
Waspy tailed whips of clouds
seemingly write
Onto the newly wet earth.
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Hit me like a back-handed slap
when off-guard, unprepared and vulnerable.
I could not see it coming!
Lover's sweet words, once honeyed and kind,
now sharp and cruel as thorns, piercing unrelenting,
hacking into the quick, where you know it hurts.
Leaving me shattered, splattered,
stunned and dumped off-track.
I was taken aback, and shafted
by the attack.
Make mine epithet ( R T I P ) I'll leave it
To my devoted readers to surmise which
Piece is resting the better.? Or deeper.?
Thats if i've made it through; though? Oh
My.' I'm twisting and turning already.)
You know.? I alway hit a dead
End in lifes scene .' Maybe if not in death.? Oh well
What can we do.? You can never get away
From being shafted it seems.? Sweet dreams.)
As a teacher, I do so agree
with all those parents
who support me valiantly
Yes, the school experience should be sunny
a teacher's job, too, is worth more money
And when kids' futures are shafted
as happens more than occasionally
it's especially un-funny to me
Yet teachers are and never have been
renumerated well monetarily
Their true rewards are sought and found educationally
I'm just an old shovel, who loved spooning around
Scooping up and over again, the same old ground
I’ve handled jobs, few others would call profound
Always piling high, and patting down a big mound
Some folks leaned on me, if no seats to be found
Then gave me a shoulder, when homeward bound
When on the scrap heap, I never made one sound
Got shafted damn good... but, I’m on the rebound
Invisible to the eye
he sat
visible to the sky
he sat
the stars opened up
and there was no light
and he felt empty
he felt so empty
Mute to the ear
she sat
slave to her fear
she sat
the stars opened up
and there was no light
and she felt whole again
she felt so whole
Against their will
they met
upon the window-sill
they met
the stars opened up
and there was no light
with each other to lean on
they felt so shafted