Short Snorts Poems
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My darling Bertha, all people agree
Is the ugliest= mutt they ever did see
She squeaks and she snorts
She has whiskers and warts
But she's the most charming of ladies to me
2/27/23
French dog,
Dang hog!
Barks, moans
House, owns!
She whines
Food time!
Snorts loud
Draws crowds.
Long drools
Leaves pools.
Gets mad
Acts bad.
She loves
Best hugs.
shining desolate
a hungry grand lion snorts
because of the net
~
cheery abandoned
a brutish grand lion vents
he escapes said net
2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Cats are lounging, small puppy's gruff
One hen a strutting just doing its stuff
Sunny afternoon, we can’t get enough
Gramps, then snorts some of his snuff
One loud sneeze; the hen’s in the buff
Have you noticed lately, the shorter the shorts
The broader men's smiles and the louder their snorts
Disgusting say what?
Quite hot to trot
Uncontrollable lower regions utter grunts of all sorts
Santa snores
Chin bobbing
Teeth whistling
Elves laughing
At the sight
Rudolf snorts
Awakened
By the noise
In bad mood
Contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Charlieku 3-3-3 contest
Penned 16/12/2018
Have you noticed lately, the shorter the shorts
The broader men's smiles and the louder their snorts
Disgusting say what?
But quite hot to trot
Controlled by their lower regions with grunts of all sorts
He seems to be the pompous sort;
looks down his nose at us and snorts~
"your poems are subpar
and only fit as char" ~
in the judgement of his self-made court!
Postscript: If the shoe don't fit don't try to put it on.
joker quips thought
brings chuckle snorts
titter, giggles
snicker, wiggles
belly shaking
body quaking
roll on the floor
shrieking laughter
Charlie Quadku Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
Dated 5/9/2019
Placed 3rd with thanks
M E O W
Mournful howls snorts cat saying hello.
Encouraging coos obviate please don’t go.
Odd rustlings mask stop this.
Weird howls snort say’s the cat.
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
POETRY IS A WAY OF TELLING IN SHORT.
THE TALLEST OF STORIES TO THE SMALLEST OF SNORTS.
FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABIES!
TO THE EARS OF MEN!
INSPIRING THE AH!OR MAYBE!
IS ONLY FOR WOMEN!?
FROM A SIMPLE REMARK TO A TOME OF DEGREES!
RHYMING IS EASY FOR ONES SUCH AS THESE!
Form:
He whips up a furious
thunderstorm
of seething acid
Looming above
an ocean black,
ominously placid
He snorts out thunderclaps
and hurls down lightnings
deathly white
The god of the oceans,
once again, will show
his turbulent might.
.
Crowds hiss...
lost race!
Horse snorts
a curse!
Kids scream...
field clean!
Swift beats
for thieves!
Death bound...
loud sound!
Red light...
hang tight!
Crash!!! Bang!!!
Bills land!!!
Entered in Donna Golden's Footle fright contest
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
off she wrote
as if a doctor's
script to which
i had to translate
making out
certain words
that i needed
to sound out
loud making
my mouth
contort in
snorts
yet when all was
said and done
the note she
wrote was
simply
poetry
for what
else would
mi Musa
write
for
me
Form:
To date the snorthog
has only been seen
late at night in the bedroom
disturbing me and my dreams
first he hogs the bedclothes
then snorts up a storm
while I lie awake
counting sheep
trying to keep warm
but before I become
a grumbly old grouch
there is yet one solution
have him sleep on the couch
Wet furrows slowly churn,
his plough horse snorts,
a farmer walks,
lost to his morning world.
Clay sticks yellow to the disc,
he kicks at it,
the dawn sky is his citadel.
Harsh days, like summer,
blaze in his memory;
confined to this land,
his earthly flesh has made a pact.
His arms are held like tree boughs.
As cock of the walk and feeling cocky
I cocked a snook or two
derisive snorts more than cheeky
with a cock-a-doodle-doo
at her cock-a-leekie
and when she cocked an eye at me
on the moment's spur
I first cocked my hat
then cocked an eye at her
on a slippery slope downhill slide
absurd it was because
we were now both cockeyed
The shade of a swizzle stick dark and drawing
Fear head will fall in shivers while bowing
Snorts for some warmth fighting dreams till endowing
and save you from hugs where illusions are calming
Drooling aside to wiping the stubble
Awaken; then rising, then resting when humble
Sweet sleeping dreamer a'rest in the rubble
Left until morning when words will mean trouble
Sigh I high, a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes;
she, a charmed worm, wriggles, snorts,
while floating on a fluffy, velvety cloud.
Feb. 17, 2021
Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original poem: “Catharsis: The Love Mantra
Posted on Dec. 2, 2020 for the Catharsis Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
She sits upon the wooden fence.
The day is cold.
Her fists are clenched.
And, I wonder what goes through her mind.
This girl of ten, eleven, nine?
She stares at all that passes by.
She coughs, then snorts and squint her eye.
And looks out all confused,
but with bemuse,
At this ol’ world out there.
She moves along the wooden fence.
Changing scope, her hopes and dreams;
Or, so it seems?
To me.
Or, is this where she wants to be.
I Would Say She Looks Like An Angel,
But She Has Got Her Imperfections.
I Would Say She Floats Like A Butterfly,
But You Can Hear Every Footstep.
I Would Say She's Always Smiling,
But She Has Her Days.
I Would Say Her Eyes Are Always Shining,
But When She's Sad Then They Don't Shine.
I Would Say She Got A Girly Laugh,
But She Snorts In The Middle.
I Would Say She Makes Me Smile At Her Jokes,
But Really She Always Makes Me Smile
She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one
Form:
jinxed souls i combat
each night laboriously~
snorting loud on bed
cognizant i lay
browsing mounds of ceaseless tasks~
drifting in my brain
fire flies breed in cheer
enclosing frame serenely~
rouses my spirit
i soar in night air
enthralling glimpses of stars~
steering halts at dawn
cycles thirsty dreamy thoughts~
as i sail on boat with snorts
10 June 2023
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.