Short Shrieked Poems
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The sound of silence shrieked today.
I ran... to not be near it.
The thing I thought was really weird,
I didn't even hear it.
Our Potus went to Kentucky
Alone with his rubber ducky
Where a shocked Mad Mitch
Shrieked, "Son of a witch!
With that condom, you'll be lucky!"
Placido was wearing a thong
When he burst out singing a song
My sister shrieked, "Dong!"
But mum said, "You're wrong!
Beside its not terribly long!"
There once was a backseat critique
Whose comments were constant and shrieked
Though the driver was clean
No tickets pristine
The loudest had wrecks every week
A wild eyed host shrieked, “Buy this pill!”
With a grin that said I no longer feel chill
Then the side effects roared
The host’s words cut like a sword
“Diarrhea so violent it may run up hill!”
Santa Claus was trimming his tree
when his cat shrieked like a banshee
Freaked, Santa fell from the ladder
and groaned, "I emptied my bladder."
12/20/2020
Christmas Chastushka
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
The wind chortled
Just passing through
Teasing the ripples to white tips
Swaying trees twerked in her gusts
Hawks shrieked on a roller coaster down draft
Sunning turtles watched the duck down fly
Dragonflies didn’t
One empty black night,
Two yowls shrieked through the night air;
Three minute cat fight.
One shudders at the dying plea of beasts;
Two injured cats is bad; glad it’s not three!
Written 2-25-19
Messy? A child at home word.
Not this crone's, outside.
Whose own litter, leaf ,log-felled
When least by repelled.
Whilst strewed with shrieked delight, not
Demented fury!
And heard, laughed for us, as sore;
Kicked through; and jumped o'er!
Limerick: Once crazy Coot in spring chased female Coot
Once crazy Coot in spring chased female Coot
She squawked and shrieked and refused the suit:
He dived and swam up close
Then bit her tail and rose:
Jumped, did his bit and didn’t give a hoot !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
A long tailed monkey
black as polished ebony
shrieked in frantic scrabbling
at the grey mouth
of a silver pouch
and danced on braided rope
with the paunchy pig
to hypno strains
on the gilded harp
plucked by geisha girls
hair bouffant and clasped
in shells and iridescent combs.
Pilate:
Pilate, scared, washed his
hands.
A crackdown by Caesar
loomed.
Pharisees threatened.
The Sentence:
Pharisees threatened.
Jesus doomed; scripture
fulfilled.
Crowd shrieked: CRUCIFY!
Barrabas:
Pilate asked which one?
Give us Barabbas, all cried.
Scripture playing out.
A great-big mouse just dashed by me
dressed in a suit and tall striped hat.
I thought I could not be more shocked,
but then here came an angry cat.
While hurtling by in hot pursuit,
he shrieked, “Hat snatcher! Dr. Seuss
made ME that hat. Now give it back.
Why this transpired, I can’t deduce!
Clouds and a moment
When a cloud rolled over lake Michigan
cast an eerie spell of otherness over the lake
the stillness was profound when a bird
shrieked in horror.
When the cloud disappeared up yonder
a ferry crossed the lake's undulating water
reached the shore as a wet handshake
of monotony.
You villain, you fiend
We booed you each Saturday
When you came on the screen.
We shrieked, and we hollered
For Dudley Do-Right to make short work of you
We loved it when justice prevailed
And your just desserts were due.
Snidely Whiplash
You villain, you fiend.
Capturing Polly Purebred.
You were utterly mean!
Oh! Have you heard a stone's grief?
An inward pity shrieked in vain.
It resonate beyond belief,
like a rose's scream under winter’s strain
or crumbling of spirit by parting’s pain.
Echoes of longing for inner peace
the hum of want and wonder why.
A ringing in ear that will never cease
from a shrill of passion's passing sigh;
silent as stones when they cry.
To get it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, screamed and shrieked,
fought and cheated.
It fanned the hysteria of intramural sports
where the losers wailed, the vicotrs
jubilated.
Now rusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion Trophy
once golden,
lost in the rubble of the demolished gym,
a relic of youthful seasons
now forgotten!
She smiled
An ambient temperature smile
At best
A torqued acknowledgement.
The paper shrieked
Eraser burn and frustration
Testing the limits
Of its tortured muse.
Again
Words kissed the atmosphere
Glided on meter
Danced in a rhythmic dream.
Again
She smiled
A tear, a whispered
“I love you”
Embracing her gift
I wondered:
“Would you love me If I wasn’t a poet?”
The ocean rolled with white caps
Rising and falling in scattered
Wind blown sprays,
Waves breaking viciously
Upon shoreline rocks,
Jutting wharves,
Tied up little fisher boats.
Sea gulls overhead, as if angry
At the ferocity of today’s ocean
Whipped up by this autumn gale,
Shrieked in flight
As thunders roared
And
I enjoyed it all.
A W.C.Hull Poem © 2000-2022-017 (A)
beautiful wedding
priest gave a lovely talk
message was “marry someone you are proud of”
Three couples broke up during the reception
Socialized behavior went out the window
Yelling, screaming, throwing of chairs
Rings were thrown
Accusations were shrieked
Guests got more than they paid for
Priest took another sip of red wine
Having no idea that he was the instigator of the mayhem
Go sit in the orange dinosaur! Grandma said sternly.
Yippee! Her grandson shrieked with joy.
She gave him the look but he did not see it.
Her daughter was not fooled one whit.
Some punishment, she said to her mother.
Letting him swing in the orange dinosaur swing.
It’s what I would have let you do, her mother replied.
And you would have figured it out.
She could not argue with that.
...and with apologies to Tony Bennett.
I smelled a fart in San Francisco,
It wafted out across the Bay.
An Oakland breeze just blew it back,
A tourist gasped, "A gas attack!"
A drag queen shrieked, "Oy vey!
That's gross!", and swooned away.
Who cut that fart in San Francisco
The CIA is keen to see.
If they find out it's from North Korea or Iran,
It could be the fart that started World War III.
Mrs. Snuffles' epic sneeze
Blew her ruffles to the knees
While blowing her nose, she tore her hose
Disturbing the neighbor's peace
The neighbor was so displeased
He lost his temper and shrieked,
"Please, Mrs. Snuffles pull up your ruffles
The wheezing and sneezing must cease
The obnoxious kerfuffle is simply abnormal
And you have frightened all of my geese!"
07/05/13 For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny Contest"
Susan Shuster swore she'd send
Simple Scottie scampering.
"Scat, scat, Scott!" she shrilly shrieked,
"And stop that silly simpering."
Simple Scottie scans the sky,
Sunday's sunset shimmering.
"Shame, shame on Sue," Scott softly sighs,
"She'll share some sad remembering."
Form:
Psychosis cuddles with the far-off.
And grumbles.
In my face they shrieked like slop.
And globs of truth.
I’m multiple.
Struggling in this desert.
And then “further” grows.
Crumpled like secret codes.
Psychosis made me walk 10 miles.
It was the nearest gas station.
I’m multiple.
And we grumbled.
Makes me far-off.
The only thing that’s constant.
Is not remembering last Wednesday.
How dashing.