Short Stashed Poems
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Memories stashed away in crates and chests
Sentimental keepsakes from my voyages and quests
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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.
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!"
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
Winter supply of firewood stashed.
A neat pile stored in the basement
A testament to hard work.
The smell of mushrooms lingers.
We're ready for cold weather.
AP: 2nd place 2026
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!
A squirrel with a penchant for pine
stashed acorns in spots only gremlins could find.
When winter winds blew,
it shrugged, “Not a clue~
I stashed them where the sun don’t shine.”
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!
(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
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
Form:
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"
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
A plane had just crashed
A red flag was flashed
Secrets had been stashed
Sixty-seven died
The government lied
Helicopter too
Too low had they flew
Wonder if they knew
If the plane in flight
Was at the right height
To land there alright
I do have my doubt
The truth will come out
It's a cryin' shame
So, who was the blame
Was it just one name
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With acorns stashed and tail afluff,
he climbed the ramp—enough’s enough!
The coaster loomed, a metal beast,
yet rodents crave adventure’s feast.
The harness snapped (a nervous squeak),
the tracks began their groaning creak.
Up, up, up—then WHOOOSH! he fell,
his tiny paws gripping the carousel.
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With acorns stashed and tail held high,
he hitched a ride down south to try
the beads, the jazz, the gumbo feast~
no nut compared to Mardi Gras at least!
In sequined vest (too tight, perhaps),
he twirled past cops and tourist traps,
stole king cake crumbs with glee so feral~
oh, what scandal! Such a squirrel!
(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"
Wrapped in fluffy fat rust colored blanket, staying cozy warm inside
Peering at fluffy tailed chasing squirrels who have nothing to hide
I open my mystery novel to a favorite chapter that tells quite the tale
My cozy nook a haven for my cat and I, a sanctuary where I sip my ale
Okay, it is coffee, where I meet my heroes, nemesis and literary friends
In well-love books stashed on shelves with flower arrangements at ends
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!