Short Staggered Poems
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Cynthia
There once was a little fairy
Who staggered down the road feeling merry
Along came a man
With a two metre wang
He bumped into her and popped her cherry
there was a young man named Dennis
who staggered from a pub in Ennis
he thought he boarded a train
but woke up on a plane
and found he was headed to Venice
Limp from the sweat
of a sweltering Summer
we staggered into Fall
fanned by cooling breezes ~
Summer never mattered at all
He staggered from her bedroom zombie like,
And scratched his armpits, belching, breaking wind;
His hair was sticking up, his beard unkempt;
He took a shower, brushed his teeth – and grinned.
The last time you could say I actually trotted
Had diarrhea, jogged to the washroom, wasn't solid
Yelled out in relief
Avoided more grief
Big smile broke out as I staggered and hollered
The Drunkard staggered into a bar
And slurred that he just wrecked his car
He added, "Wha th' hell,
Isle... zit 'ere ...az-spell..."
Then he sang while he banged his guitar!
A distinguish old gent picked up tricks.
On Halloween, he went for a treat.
Laughing outlandishly
He staggered up the street.
Hips swaying g-stringed a drag queen!
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Penned on May 05, 2014.
The day began as normal - breakfast time.
I staggered to the café ready to dine.
And yet, what did I see?
Two giraffes drinking tea!
I knew it! Last night I drank too much wine.
(picture prompt, two giraffes drinking tea
through the window)
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
I bought you
Three bottles of dowry
The Barman is my witness
Then you staggered away
Leaving me on bended knee
You called out Mama and fled
Clutching on the chronicles
On a Sunday midnight
when we roam
What brought you to the bar
I bought you three!
T’was in the dead of night I wandered
drifting lonely as a log.
Down the river I meandered
without a friend, on through the fog.
While I staggered to my bitter end
I thought of you, waiting around the bend.
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025
And Elijah looked down
Upon the earthly ground and
Shouted all the torrent of worry
And surrendering joy left in his soul.
In the morning he awoke to a new light,
And staggered across the wet moss
He had rambled across the day prior
when he was still stuck in the mire.
some day
some time
somewhere
in the state
of Maine
two surveyors
who knew not
that they were
poets because
they were
drunk
and so thunk
in a staggered line
this is yours and this
mine
Canadian
Maine again
was Canadian
now Maine again
a toast: draw the line
Form:
I fought the good fight, yet still I lost
and you stood in brackish silence
with bitter reward in briny eyes
proffering spiny frowns
shoulders crumbled with aging ache
and brow dimpled with sour failure
I staggered dragging the last crumbs
through the madness of a blue funk
Reach for the eternal urged my brain
Beauty’s a battle; kisses, marathons
Butterflies flee their cocoons, wings wet in June
A love song’s a tease, waning with the moon…
Shouts surreal overwhelm eternity
~ staggered by uncertainty
The echo smitten...
From distant shore...
hollowed sand...
limber your crash...
Tip ocean sea bed...
curl your path free...
Withheld echo...
The echo smitten...
Waves staggered like staircases...
Roar through coaster tube...
The echo smitten...
Limber your crash...
Tip ocean sea bed...
Mister Milligan Funk
A Dad and a Deacon
Went on a massive drunk
Relatively speaking
He staggered to and fro
From bar to bar he went
But soon he had to go
With all his money spent
Talk about unlucky
As he was heading home
Passed out in Kentucky
But woke up drunk in Gnome
I staggered blindly to her arms,
Forgot the hurtful past,
And told myself it’s perfect now:
This time it’s sure to last.
It happened time and time again,
I’d loved and lost and cried,
A fool in love: a sacrifice.
My loving, trusting heart had died.
* How I felt a long time ago
For Carol's Let Down contest
Was sent to fetch water
on its back it, carried
more that its weight
reaching on mountain top
just before delivering
it staggered and dropped
that pot of water saying
“I cannot go any further
tired, hungry why bother”
The pot fell, broke into bits
and water poured on slopes
dry land wore drought ever
Bodies raining down
A nations heart ripped open
Savage flames assail
Tomorrows, lost in ashes
The blade of hate has spoken
The stain of 9/11 will be forever in our hearts. It was the day a vicious wound was inflicted on our nation. We staggered, but did not fall. We survived. We are America.
To the right,
to the left,
swagger it was,
I swear by my word,
you did not come to my aid,
lest I had fallen,
you watched,
as I staggered along,
and stumbled on stones,
now it is my turn,
you are looking at me,
to lend you hand,
I will keep both behind,
and watch you go down,
even if you have a frown.
A quiet, tranquil space
Isolated from the human race
Shuttered from life's obsessive chase
Disappearing without a trace
No itinerary; no suitcase
Fleeting time to erase
Solitude, serenity to encase
A staggered, slow pace
Only my thoughts to embrace
All expectations, challenges efface
Billowy dreams my saving grace
the night is young...
and cool as cucumber
together we stared at the future
puncturing the punctuates of life
the night is young...
in her sanctuary i staggered
conjuring and chanting in the bowel of thighs
the night is young...
in the balcony of her kisses
i conquer nations
for the love of , Oyenchi
awoh kingsley awoh
Form:
I could be your clown
if you wanted me to be
tell you a joke on a rainy day
Id do anything for a laugh
Jump up and down
make funny faces
Tell you Nursery rhymes in Spring
Build you a Snowman in Winter
Id even swing on the washing line
I could be your best friend
Life is sad
Its too staggered
like butterflies wings
in air turbulence
it is too grievous