Short Stashed Poems

magical mystical mountains

calling cleverly close

secrets stashed securely...

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The Big Day began with a flash:
Mount Etna delivered the ash
The Pope said, "Its clear;
Sicilians are dear!"
La Cosa Nostra stashed the cash....

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In Phoenix, a story was told
That Tom Cunningham stashed his gold
Since Tom is a bard
They dug up his yard
Marmite in hand, Tom laughed, "You're cold!"...

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easiest to take a bite off peanut now
rather than wait until they are stashed for winter
chipmunk wife gives husband scolding
he is now working fast enough to suit...

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She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!...

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Homeward bound, I had a one-way ticket,
Pleased; it was stashed safely in my pocket.
          Showed it at the counter,
          “Wrong route”, said the teller.
I should be at home to fly this ticket!...

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(Un)Happy Hour

Bob went to the doc with pain in his rear
Walked with a limp and was "loaded" with fear
doc hemmed and he hawed 
amazed what he saw
Stashed deep in Bob's butt were two pints of beer...

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What the fish
Cannot do with force
It does with stashed funds

Fishy final throw
Of the dice

Fact
The fish is
Running short of water

Facing the funny billboard:
Fishy Fish and Facts 

Every flying bird
- sly and sleek-
Ultimately lands
Somewhere somehow...

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When you and I were one, 
A lifetime of joy cached, 
Us dancing neath the sun
With passion unabashed, 
Fond filaments finespun, 
Golden memories stashed. 



1st February 2023

 For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 60"...

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Soldier stashed a silver locket
Safe inside his jacket pocket
When the war would numb his senses
He’d break down and drop pretenses
Open up the only token
That recalled those thoughts unspoken
Images of infant, young wife
For their freedom, he’d give his life...

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The news brought heartache; her dreams were dashed
In a sensuous, ebony gown, she had waited for her man
Till her soldier met his fate in Afghanistan
Her loss now lives on where nightmares are stashed




* August 7, 2020
“Be Inspired” Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh...

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Our dear son took a nest to his room

And he stashed it away, we assume.

The next morning he woke

To a nightmare- no joke-

Praying mantes on four walls did bloom!


Sandra M. Haight

~9th Place~
Contest: Humorous Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 07/04/2019

True Story -1970...

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What has God in me crushed?
Hunger to have things rushed!
Which words of man God hushed?
Ones that made faces flushed,
Where could God have gains slashed?
In account money stashed!
How has He some men thrashed?
When their speeding cars crashed!

Men whom God never lashed:
Those who had promptly blushed....

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TENACIOUS BONDS
Stashed for years in between pages now yellow
Hordes of dry brown leaves slithered out, mellow

Filling air with balmy scent and familiar rustle
of distant shores, threw immigrant couple in disarray
A call from yonder rooted in lands faraway


 submitting for contest 262 max 6 lines
Date Jan 11 2017...

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We trade words like old coins, 
Rattling them in our piggybanks 
Until they clink past our teeth 
And onto the floor between us. 
Coin for coin, 
They slide in exchange. 
Fair is fair, 
Each is stashed in the others collection. 
And when we leave, 
I know our sums have stayed the same, 
But somehow I always feel richer....

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Why do you still chat 
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?


Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…

I know A Callow:
At theft who’s shallow;
The idea A Brow
Would never allow....

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Before the painters came, I pulled
Each picture from the wall
And stashed them every place I could,
Most anywhere at all.

And now the painting’s finished
So I’m searching high and low
For where I put some things away - 
I honestly don’t know.

Exhaustion’s gotten in the way – 
I’m calling it a night.
Tomorrow when I fish around,
I hope to get a bite....

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(I heard this story from someone and made it into a rhyming etheree, but for all I know, it 
could be an urban legend!)

The family had traveled to the San
Diego Zoo.  About what their son
did, they didn't have a clue!  He'd
stashed in his backpack something
on a whim.  Later, they
found the penguin he'd
hid the whole way
home in the 
bath with
him!  


For Barbara Gorelick's "Tales from the Zoo"...

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Son, your peers are not
Your heroes, don't
Stand aside and watch
Them do good:
Your own mother ululating
At them, while she constantly
Weeps at nothing good you do.

Stare stare at other people's money,
You spend the day asleep;
Stare stare at other people's sweat
While your sweat is hidden stashed.

Now you have your sweat
Stashed in the ground,
When will it ever sprout
And what will you ever reap!
...

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A magic knight coursing on in brilliance

On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,

Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.

So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz

And it predates the warrior in night hunt.

Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance

When periphery is gorged by a mist.

Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere a miss.

Startle angers his shield of sparks in haste;

Shots hotfoot through with explosions, vanish....

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lost in dark depression 
not knowing where to turn
i opened the windows to my soul
to see what i could learn 
i swept up the depression 
scrubbed the sadness and hurt
i put it all in trash bags 
and set them by the curb
i found stashed in a corner
tucked high upon a shelf
a treasure chest of knowledge
that i could love myself
and wherever my future takes me
i know that i will win because 
i opened the windows to my soul
and let the light shine in....

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A magic knight coursing on in brilliance

On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,

Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.

So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz

And it predates the warrior in night hunt.

Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance

When periphery is gorged by a mist.

Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere he cries.

His corpus recoils from cuffs in the breasts;

Wide-flat nose lights down to the ground; he dies....

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The shoes are stashed in cubbies,
The jackets hung on hooks.
The kids are having quite a blast -
At least that's how it looks.

The trampoline is busy
As toddlers bounce and jump
While rubber bumpers ring the gym
So no one gets a bump.

There's music from the speakers,
A breeze from all the fans
And balance beams, all with a part
In Friday morning's plans.

When caring for the grandkids, 
I think of days gone by 
When I would take their father
To the same class at the "Y."...

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