Short Squeamish Poems

Squashing Sasquatch sounds squeamish said Silly Sally... 
When Shelley Sheen said she'd seen Sasquatch squashed 


Tongue Twister Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Joe Sandler 
12/27/2020...

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Excuses

…..And spewing them forth 
The  inveterate loafer
Enjoys himself,  while
The decent one feels squeamish
Even  when he’s justified.

9th Jan 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Susan’s ‘Excuses’...

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LeRoy had never been squeamish, fastidious or fussy,
He always dressed quite casually, his hair sometimes rather mussy.
But that all changed one day
On the 16th of May
When he was bitten by a neighbor’s rabid skunk named Gussy...

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A nameless seed
Life’s riddle
Carelessly planted or tilled and cared
Patience eventually heard
An ugly weed, squeamish leaves
A fragrant flower, a painting
An oak tree, towering, majestic, wise
Like a mirror, patience always reveals a truth...

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Generally regarded with a squeamish
Enigmatic perspective by those who are
Not one and those who are seldom
Insinuate this characteristic themselves
Unless called upon to demonstrate a new
Scintillating discovery shouting, "Eureka, I am a genius."...

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if you are finicky or squeamish at all
do not crawl under that locked bathroom stall.
You never know what you will find on the ugly floor
crusty dried feces and urine, other awful stuff galore
if you are the one who locked it and slid out of the way
know that we custodians kind of despise you today....

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When I let one loose in the elevator... 
The girl right next to me sighed 
So, I said to her " Can't you smell that odor... 
Geez, it smells like something has died" 

Holding a tissue over her nose 
In a squeamish voice, to me...she said  
"If I didn't know any better mister... 
I could've sworn, I thought you were dead"...

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In the past, time of the present,
or nothing of the future,
nothings near,
yet so far away,
In the mirror,
the curve that slides,
home of the gut,
in squeamish eyes,
that bleeds adapted tears,
And then holds the hands,
of sins burning,
in every place,
that sings echo's of illuminating,
roars of nothingness,
to vibrate my eyes....

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The pain is like child birth, it hits sudden and hard
Don't try to endure go and get some help
Fluids help to flush the little prickly pear stone, down the internal pipes.
But it is not a quick and easy flush.
Think skinning your urethras open to urine's burn.
Time heals all wounds, lots of time...


Dedicated to all those who have suffered from kidney stones....

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He said he loved of the Mickey,
as he pointed at my friend's faded T-shirt
The native Cantonese man purred,
and said it was his favorite exotic cuisine
Belly, tail and ears
were a most finger licking thing
An acquired taste,
not recommended for the squeamish
The smiling man with the balding hair,
said he squeals with delight
when he takes the first bite
of his favorite American Disney fare...

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The child was wiser than Mother Goose they say
She understood kissing frogs was not the only way
She gave him a pat and a tiny hug, a compliment too
And he granted her a wish as only a frog can do.

The key was to listen to the voices in her brilliant head.
Be sure to woo him, and sweet talk him, they all said.
Give him some compliments, and he will grant you a wish.
He did just that before he left with a squeamish swish....

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Artistic Integrity
squeamish questions abound
	about the art of love,
impressionistic and commonly given
	to misinterpretations,
but with gall declared;

“my art has hung with grandeur in halls never”
“my art been the conversation of royalty,
	haughtily, but fleeting once”
“my art has been declared in periodicals, 
none”
“my art has nary been spoken of”

on your walls abound
	the integrity and depth
	of an artist’s vision...

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Rapid rhyme,
 who has the time
when steady and deliberate
 is more delicately exhibited.
Giving it a try
 but my fingers are denied
this rehearsed terse 
 is unfamiliar verse
dancing in nerve endings
 poetic form I'm pretending
of exhibitional imposed prose
 reveling mysterious majestic flows,
painting a picture more vivid
 with words less inhibited.
Now I'm stuck
 questioning my luck
at rhyme that makes me squeamish
 tried failure or success, this contest is fiendish....

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The house usually held an old lady with unassuming quiet ways.
The door opened, and things came out teethy, in squeamish grays.
We were scared to approach, there were werewolves and such.
Come closer girlie! Said a Dracula who was almost too much.

I wanted the caramel apple, but I was too scared to move.
The entire throng of door openers began to dance and groove.
There were ghouls and ghosts, goblins, creatures out of sight.
I was terrified into silence on this bleak Halloween night....

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