Short Shook Poems
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To learn what love was had to look,
Some weird story up start to cook;
Bottle spin;
Kiss again;
Love fell out when book we shook.
Jim Horn
So sure of her love
She shook me with one flutter
From my cosy groove.
Not a word could I utter,
‘I do’-- was all could stutter.
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Tanka (Senryu + couplet) | 11.08.2025 | love, humour
Elvis Presley high on drugs
with gyrating hips and shrugs
sang many a great song
chubby cheeks, sideburns long
ere guitar strings pulled all plugs.
~08/20/18
~Celebrity limerick contest
by Tania Kitchin
.
King of Rock's
s w v l
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shocked!
Inspired by the "Septimal Fun" Contest
Sponsored by Mr. Brian Strand
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she left me no
recourse
everything thick
wuz
and inch
every
her patina
az
clean'd
bronze
Shook Up When His Hands Had Shock
At Trump's two small hands, we did look;
Were shook up when his hands we shook;
Breath did take;
Mistake make;
Down drain had found us flushing his book.
Only someone with long loose tool,
Would go to a trumped up school;
Head banged,
Then hanged;
Used thin thread dangling from spool.
His head was so light that he could be
hung with thin thread.
Jim Horn
The cat just shook its head
And covered it with sand, then fled
There is a lesson here to teach
Don’t take a feline to the beach.
A dog, of noble breed, just s**t
And slowly walked away from it
For he was sleek and frisbee fast
And knew the tides erased the past .
The owners of this bathroom crew
Claimed there was nothing they could do
For cats are feral, never tame,
And dogs, alas, they have no shame.
John G. Lawless
©5/12/2022
There is an advantage
travelling on a corrugated road
From the bumpiness, a body massage
stimulates every lymphatic node
Many slow miles across narrow corrugated potholed tracks
that's the way we had to travel
All these country roads
with the surface constructed out of gravel
Not so good for family car rapidly worn out
before too many miles, made it hard to sell
Now these roads are smooth and sealed
a different story now to tell
I think back now to the man I was,
Before I met my friend,
How different I was,
Altogether an average Joe.
I now sit here a nervous wreck,
Dishevelled and unshaven,
Virtually a recluse,
Keeping interaction to a minimum.
I wonder what he did to me,
How he took my mind,
Took my world,
And left me with these horrors.
We briefly met one wild autumn evening,
He never shook my hand,
But uttered those words,
“Allow me to share with you a different view of the world.”