Short Trouncing Poems

bouncing

trouncing

flouncing

pouncing

Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy
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Today
time took time
to think;

Then truth
took thinking time
to task;

Testing teasing themes
that today taught;
trouncing telltale tragedies....

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Animals
Natural fauna
Camouflaged food chain
Living, trouncing, sustaining, beautiful
Wildlife

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain...

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like locusts
swarming innocent crops	
in their prime
we likewise slaughter
our fields of dreams
as well as moral pride—
idle consciousness
impervious to the nipping
of the shoots 
of chosen buds of youth
trounced 
in the fields of our streets....

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A slice of sea whisked its way up as wave
Spinning  sun's refulgence whithin its  whirl
The trouncing wind lashed it with ruinous rave
To toss and tear on  shores its lustrous swirl
Silhouettes interred in silent sand grave
Reeked of ruddy remnants of comber  brave

Date Jan 24 2017
Contest A Rhyme in 60
10 syllables each in six lines
ABABAA Rhyme scheme...

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Bravery
Is not by fists
Raging swords
Pulsating pistols
It is in the execution
Of one's belief
Without sound knowledge
Of outside relief
It snarls, trouncing
Any intent of vain
Corruption
That begs to be doused
By hammer and sickle
Not the hardware kind
But the force
Of passionate mind
That tells the truth
Preserved eternally
Lacquered in
Virtuous lament.

(9/18/04)...

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Little of no Vitamin C
And Scurvy is what you shall see;
The iodine-poor diet: Goiter
And it’d continue to loiter:
A lot of pulsing and bouncing
Like a ball for a team’s trouncing;
On one’s sad neck hanging around,
Auto-immune disorders hound!

Then, somehow, can one it avoid
And have not The Bogus Thyroid: 
Lots of what richly give Iodine 
Safe diet, no Cimetidine...

Goiter not good for camera,
Snapshots skipping it chimera....

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Soft flurries, at dawn,
      spurred on by wind;
   the blow and drift
of twilight’s whiteout blizzard.

Achoo, here we go;
    how ravenous the roses.
       Red petals tickle schnozes.
          Earth in royal bloom.

Flopping into the pool,
     tummy trouncing off water,
        red, white and blue -
           colors of American hero.
          
          Loving cup of leaves,
       dancing and romancing fools.
    Oaks baring their souls.
Rakes vowing, “I do.”
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