Short Spastic Poems
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CONTORTION CAUTION
Antic
Tantric
Frantic
Spastic
I warned you that antic tantric sex
Could turn you to frantic spastic wrecks
here to hereafter you and me
shout from the rooftops tea more tea
our kettles will hum
that head banging drum
and beat a spastic symphony.
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!
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
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
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.
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
Form:
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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
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!”
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.
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
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