Short Spastic Poems

Small
flying
whizzing  by
fast and spastic
wee....

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white  and spastic waves
poems written by the sea...
 sand reads smiling thus...

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here to hereafter you me

shout from rooftops tea more tea

the kettles will hum

our head throbbing drum

and beat spastic symphony.
...

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CONTORTION CAUTION

Antic
         Tantric
Frantic
          Spastic
I warned you that antic tantric sex
Could turn you to frantic spastic wrecks...

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A Glandular Strangler We Should Deter

Greeted general area that is glandular,
When he started becoming a strangler;
Grotesque glands;
Spastic hands,
Who we should be sure to try to deter.

Jim Horn...

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A plant in a pot so fantastic

I watered for months like a spastic

'till the day that I found

to its pot it was bound -

that plant had been molded from plastic!





... CayCay
September 3, 2019...

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I am a spastic dancer
exuberant with giant moves, arms and legs flailing
mirth and joy spin through my pores as I tamp and stamp
I am the utmost party animal 
My grandchildren love it
Their mothers hide behind prissy cloth napkins
Pretending I did not birth them...

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Logs burn 
and flames blaze,
licking at the wind,
spastic and crazed.

Sparks jump
and smoke trails,
clogging lungs 
upon inhales.

Campers laugh
and begin to croak
some silly song
about the forest folk.

Trees sway 
from roots to branches,
hovering quietly
as the fire dances....

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fiddling with my
violin i can also
fiddle with my
viola in an
almost spastic
stance with head and

chin in an almost
accident rubbernecking
the accident which
has not not
only yet to

begin but will
happen
forgetting to
rosen my bow
now knowing

what the
screeching
of tires sounds
like played in
B flat major...

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I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and spastic colon 
are now apparently
 my boss....

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I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and spastic colon 
are now apparently
 my boss....

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Mr Bombastic 
So sycophantic 
Spins discs of plastic
He’s so sarcastic -
Thinks he’s fantastic! 

He’s on a health kick
Eat prunes in aspic....
His guts turn spastic
Diarrhoea quite drastic!

02/10/20

Simple  silly scribbles after eating prunes for breakfast  whilst listening to an 'in your face dj' on internet radio! ...

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DOWN 1to the sixth power
December 5, 2016
Rabid dog
Rancid clog
Drain dry masochism
Deaf, dumb and blind.
Amorphic inhuman
Gyrating jaws
Pulsate through a foaming drool
Hair, hate and breath
Teeth and tongue.

Spastic fits
Agitated clits
Humorless and crass
Hail our goddess: the demon spawn.
Surrender to the witch
Reprise from the fraud.
Coming and going,
What was once here, is now dead and gone....

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Inviting cheerful nod
son’s action songs praise* God

his gestures of delight
smite grievous spastic blight

midst joyous quirkiness
he shouts love’s preciousness…

My special child’s glad heart
keeps me in peace-rampart.

*Luke 19:37 … Rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works…

March 14, 2020
6th place, "Alexandrine - Modified" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 3/25/2020....

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sensitivity is killing humour, 
actually that's wrong, 
humour is linked to intelligence, 
so if they fail to sea the funny sense 
their probably dense, 
which is easily confused with taking a fence.... 
see what i did there intents 
fantastic suspence holds up tents
spastic pens roll ink-tensive ends

the lack of sense is the sense
it's a matter of intelligence
sexist is intelli-gent
or is it In-tena-lady 
Trans-elligence 
humour not evident...

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A poet was making such clatter.
His friend ran to see what's the matter.
“I must clean all,” said he 
“or my poems can't be
in Antiseptic Pentameter.”

His friend laughed at all of the chatter.
The other didn't grasp the matter.
“Eat Italian,” said he
“so your poems will be
in Antipasto Pentameter.”

“My problem with gluten's the matter
and why I must make so much clatter.
I'm allergic you see.
I'd get shakes and would be
writing in Spastic Pentameter!”...

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I traveled eons
on pom poms
like a cool breeze through palm fronds
sharp and sticky
galactic automatic
mind spastic
thoughts reverberate elastic.
aye, aye,
ayahuasca milk shakes
makes coiled snakes
elevate toward
my Kether (???) earthquake
Malkuth (?????) lacks Truth (???)
and Jah's (????) gold tooth
BITING!
delivers serum antidote
to your venom wound,
Mr. Holy Pope Christos,
The Logos is a no go holy ghost
drunk on the blood
and choking on the host....

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A LATE QUARTET

Sitting
Looking out
Nothing comes
Nothing goes

Twiggy windows
A weeping pine
Earth    Moon
Mahler comes to mind

Sentimental lion
Spastic in sleep
A fractured three-quarter time
Dancing    heavy feet

White hands
Stroking
Each vein
Blue-racing

Half-in
Half-out
A pot holder
Dangles in space

Little items
Like soldiers
Blend
Crush

Don Quixotic
Rushing at
Nowhere
So slowly

Time was
Was time
The two
Come together

Sitting
Looking out
Nothing comes
Nothing goes...

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they lurk in corners, safe and dark
until they decide to growl and bark
then point an ugly old crooked finger
spittle drooling on the chin, they linger

arguing any point for arguments sake
no sense do they ever seem to make
they pretend to be a master know-it-all
a braying donkey left too long in its stall

always insisting to have the last word
looking like fools, they are quite absurd
these egotistic imbeciles act quite spastic
the pretenders who are all made of plastic...

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