Short Smacks Poems
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Cat
Stares at
The floor then
Smacks at the air
Jump, sprint poofy tail
Repeats process
Clearly she
Is so
Bored!
Lovers huddle close.
Rain smacks the dusty pavement.
Commuters bustle,
Seeking refuge in doorways.
Diesel fumes, cigarette smoke,
Intoxicate the bus queue.
Silence surrounds
The menace abounds
Hear the thundering sound
Of Satan flying round & round
Until Jesus smacks him down
Down into the underground.
Form:
Healing
needs time
it is said~
already healed
smacks of
strangeness~
yet no time
proclaims
perfection
without process~
separation spins
tales~~
Lovers start it off by having fun.
It's not them who deal with what's begun.
First, the doctor smacks you and you cry.
Even worse things happen. Then you die.
Even after decades...
It comes boomeranging back in big blue waves
Smacks me square in the heart,
Barking blackness into the brain...
She really isn't coming back!
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world it was
with her in it.
Odd character that smacks God’s right hand.
Miserable wretches - the media
Is underhanded.
Spits in the wind; truth is
Suspect…fallacious videos, omissions
Itinerant…on the cutting floor.
Obama speaks —
No one hears his piece.
9/30/2021
Why even try to explain, its insane
when I take a sneak peak at my life,
I often feel cloned and unreal.
Reality smacks and I'm under attack
I dream and I dream like a dope,
savoring slices of make-believe pie.
Crashing waves
white capped guilt
Stone like will
crushed to silt
Parry clouds
this driving rain
Heartbreak city
shows no pity
Looks of hope
a slippery slope
Changing lanes
while dodging pain
Reality smacks in your face
desperation to keep pace.
EyE KISS
Just a hint your scent
Sets of your essence
Thoroughly bliss
Embrace I enclose
for sweet salivated lips
I ingest your aroma
Emmmm!! smacks!
I kiss ??
5/23/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Chang Chung Chungling smacks the bartender,
Merrily in a midnight bender;
But in the drinking spree
In a certain degree
He ends up being a big spender.
A joker by right playful,
In his multifarious role,
Stalks the image with random,
True ambiguous collections.
Deep rooted teeth cheesy in smile,
Pirate eye calculating,
Smacks of military might;
In jesters tender delight.
Plays the blind card to his joy?
Misses no one with this ploy.
On a winter day the cold wind flies
It's a long time till spring in May
But watch how fast it'll go by
On a winter day
The inside invites you to stay
A gentle wind seems to shift and sigh
The biting chill leads the way
Air smacks my face making me cry
Yet I linger as I lay
I'll never know why
On a winter day
As the thunder smacks throughout the night
the little boy still sleeps.
The lightning cracks and shakes the house
but the snores still seem to come.
Rain smashes down on the roof of the house
but the boy just won't awake.
Because he's dreaming of a long lost mother
who died on a day quite like today.
Wednesday afternoon
Blue fruits from the trial
Smacks and hacks for sure
Learning do from failure
Learn from yesterday,live today,hope for tomorrow
water rejoices
gurgles splashes meanders –
freedom at its source
parched soil drinks essence
smacks lips soaks up swells fortune –
intimate delight
drought drowns in rock pools
recites sun baked final wish –
happy with fusion
20th April 2021
Spring Haiku Chain Contest
Sponsor M. L. Kiser
fire enjoys the Christmas smells
popping and kicking in a delighted way
mesmerized children come closer, loving her
she feels this admiration but once a year,
smacks her lips and a stream of sparks travel up the fireplace
it's magic! one of the little ones says;
she gets so excited, she feels like burning down the house.
Not just a pastime,
a game that builds character
and lifetime friendships.
That tiny white ball;
invigorating swing, smacks...
backward sailing spree.
A lonely mitt sits;
bat has conquered once again;
cheers, back pats and hugs.
At age eighty-three
a glorious reunion
baseball memories.
rain falls rain falls down
the girl walks in rain
inside she fills, fills and drowns
and she isn't going anywhere
tears fill tears fill eyes
the girl tries to hold on
she tries tries not to cry
and she is holding it in
he smack, he smacks her
the girl remains in silence
she's just, just a girl
and she can't cry tonight
A lot comes down..To what we value.'
Money..? Money and its power.?
I'll give here not much preamble.'
jacinta allan where lies her heart.' In
Love of money.' I'd reckon? the whole and
Not a part.' So there she is rooted..? And very
Evil.? What are the facts.? Maybe? she'll
Be put right.? When life pays her back with some (really hard smacks.!)
thorough tsunami
hundreds dead and missing too
vacation homes lost
unexpected quake
her fault line grins for miles
separates families
popping forest fire
her blackened devastation
gloating with loud smacks
houses blown away
tornado reigns as winner
huge devastation
flooding creeps up fast
the family remains asleep
found dead in river
It wasn’t until they dug it up,
and gluggy clay stuck to the road-machine,
that you understood it was thin like icing.
Until we walked the dog daily,
you never stood on it mindlessly staring
at patterns of pink-yellow tree-bark peeling.
Concrete-veneer smacks our feet,
then it’s just dirt and rock, down, down,
all the way to the centre of the earth.
A spoonful of chocolate
stirred into coffee
produces a brew
so delightful, so addicting . . .
Coffee, straight;
smacks flat, bitter.
Its only advantage lies
in the heat sliding downward,
warming heart, stomach, bones.
Coffee, with;
hits smooth as velvet,
rich, comforting,
marking my day
with positive sway,
settled contentment.
cfa © 9/30/2014
Revised 10/1/14
Tony Ls DREAMS
great confusion of a poem,
of the tortoise and the gnome,
and i love the rabid flow,
and now i'm going home,
with introspection blown,
my derilection. LOVE IT MATE
Russell...
Ah the booze will get you down,
hangover bouncing round,
till your skull it rattles with the thunder,
your head smacks the ground,
the world goes round an round,
and that's why i'm here in the sweetest down under:)
So much strength
to begin a breath
Escaping torment
in a unfit death
Inside screams,
scream your name
Yet you continue
to play this game
You search for answers
You ask around
But realty smacks you in the face
Because there's no answers to be found
So you sit in denial
Hiding what's inside
Till everything becomes
What has lied
You cant overcome
What is to be
A caged bird
Fearing to be free
Form: