Short Smirked Poems
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Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.
Slick little Billy Willy
Smirked at Silly Hilly
Thinking they’d have fun
When the school days done
Playing house at Auntie Milly’s
My thoughts had been drowned.
smirked as I laid on the floor
seal was in her purse.
Written: July 13, 2021
This summer two nudists got wed:
no clothing was worn, not a thread,
no Mendelssohn played -
(I smirked, I'm afraid)
'The organ is out,' Vicar'd said...
Clairvoyant cat stared at the tarot spread
He had not expected this, but here it was
His owner did not understand the tarot
He smirked, keeping the bad news to himself
Would not be lady like
I smirked
Would be unmannerly
I snorted
Milk came out my nose
I farted my way across the floor into the living room
where my potential date was instantly horrified
Joseph Biden thought he'd call Donald Trump
Trump picked up and roared, "How ya do-in,' Chump?" --
President Joe was outraged
He had Stormy Daniels paged --
Smirked, "This'll help you get over the hump."
Janey Jane ran around with Rocky Rock
Ohh was he handsome, the girls did they flock
Swiftly, Jane’s hair she did cut
Kay ran, laughing off her butt
Jane then smirked, as Kay fell from the dock
Jail Bird
Clyde Gooch
Liked hooch
Got smashed
Wife bashed
Clyde bluffed
Cops cuffed
In jail
No bail
Plea made
Fine paid
Judge says
Ten days
Wife smirked
Clyde irked
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
It’s cold
It snowed
I shivered
I shoveled
A Solstice sun
Silently smirked
Iridescent icicles
Licked their lips
A crunch of crusted snow
Battled the scritch of shovels
Headless snowmen
Wandered in wonder
I shoveled
I shivered
It snowed
It’s cold
I am scared of vengeance.
From those who smirked at my innocence.
I am curious about redemption.
Which I hope will cure my temptation.
To unravel that cage.
That carries souls that feel rage.
And we will upend.
Those guardians of which our sanity depends.
Tres Chic
She thought she was tres chic.
He...utterly debonair.
They walked about the planet.
Consumed in ego air!
They smirked at lesser beings
So cultured, they!
Humility an unknown virtue.
Their family kept at bay!
November 25, 2019
* there is no category for arrogance
I failed
I failed
I failed
I took that pic and strummed like there’s no tomorrow
I failed
I spectacularly failed
I fell forward again only to fail to no avail
I continued to fail
I failed so badly life just smirked at me and spit
I didn’t notice
I was too busy failing
I forgot to quit
Before visiting Dublin town,
I got out the guidebooks
Staring at the crooks and valleys
Studied the terrain, figured out the contour lines
What are you doing? The other travelers asked.
Figuring out where the pot of gold is, of course.
They smirked at my ignorance, not realizing how close I was to come.
In the Pocket
For years Nana begged for a holiday
But pop's only passion was Faraday
He failed to do the math
Created a psychopath
She smirked, "Give my regards to Hemingway."
(Pocket: Some surfers call this the energy zone and it can be identified as the steepest point in the wave.)
FALLING IN LOVE
drew a crosshatch smile on albino —
ghostly, it smirked deliciously.
its orange flesh and seeds rent.
a lover’s pie baking —
sensual weapon.
birthstones become
the pumpkin’s
opal
eyes.
8/22/2019
Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
That child,
looking like flowered rose,
had a rose in hand,
he smirked,
he smelled,
he shook,
and the crook,
finally wrung,
it all,
to smithreens,
with petals,
and sepals,
all strewn,
and flowery powder,
all smeared,
in his gory hands,
did he like the flower,
or the destruction more,
his story narrated all,
in the flowery gore.
Beside him, tremulous and dazed
he smirked and said
you are voluptuous
in that dark retreat of silence
beside you,
passion poured from lips into mine
the agony of a foolish heart.
a flame in his eyes
A sin in his arms
O Neel! How could I know what I did?
the red wine lushing in the glass
his breath hot and fiery
I sinned in his arms...!
Very early on a Monday morning
Just before the morning salute
With pillow between the thighs
And head with blank wonders
Dreamt of her in miles
The unknown colour of light
That would shine joy to this heart...
The cock crowed as I stumble upon life again
I smirked and wondered why not dream of success
Then I remember the end game is happiness.
where did baby ghost get that witch’s broom?
We were all amazed said the moss that bloomed
the baby ghost smirked at his lovely win
She was taking a whizz, he told to his friend
They told him to immediately take it back
But he did not listen, and fell into a crack
For the broom bucked him off good and hard
Returning to its owner, a witch of the old Guard
The lamb cried
The egg fried
The man worked
A woman smirked
The leaf fell
The merchant will sell
The lady cooked
The trembling girl shook
The bird.squawked
A woman walked
A dog barked
A car parked
A tired shopper
A long skirt is proper
The wind whistled
The bell indicated dismissal
The sun shone in the midst of winter
A boy cried because of a splinter
The chickadees need a little Christmas mirth
Stated an empathetic kind elf named McGirth
He decorated a tiny tree for them.
They accepted it and sang a Christmas carol hymn.
How do you know it was a carol? His brother said.
He speaks chickadee, smirked his cousin Fred.
He speaks kindness, stated his mother, Buttercup.
His heart is in the right place, he brings everyone up.
Eyes are spinning, my vertigo's bored
Sent to a doctor I can't afford
Slapped me twice in the head
Shook it like dice and said
"Boy, you've got loose gravel in your gourd"
Then jerked it sideways, brought me to tears
Smirked, poured quick dry cement down my ears
"Never tried this before"
"Pay your bill at the door"
"That should hold you for a couple years"
THE WORLD: A RING
Oh, thou world is a ring
And you oh fate, a boxer
I only a contender
With my milky teeth
Thou smirked at my ignorance
But now with bread grown
Thou two have given me thou hard’st blows
My fans now fed up
They draw postcards of my waterloo
However, I have fallen
From a blow like Tyson’s
Melting like gold refined
I shall not fail to rise
At least rise to fail
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
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Note: of harassed ambiguity.