Short Upset Poems
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The man got really upset
When the dog wore his silhouette
He snatched it off fast
Even his face mask
So, now he’s living with regret
Everything you said,
Was conjuring up the dead.
The countless sleepless nights;
Scenes running through my head,
Haunted by the dead.
We had been upset about the jet;
What happened with deep regret,
For hunt;
Never want;
Roundtrip ticket to heaven cannot get.
Jim Horn
When her gastrointestinal tract
went gurglly and angrily talked back;
lamented my Maria,
"This damn diarrhea
with me flat on my back so lacks tact."
Dog is upset, she can hardly eat.
Been gone all day, I have missed a beat.
My first day back at work
And she has gone berserk.
Her concern is wonderfully sweet
Upset and Trump Won Bet
Again, as usual, Trump will win the bet;
Has caused everyone to become upset;
Will swager;
Also badger;
Get his own way only himself does let.
Jim Horn
it’s so sad when you realise
that the people who purge,
cut, burn, bruise
and starve themselves are the most gentle
because they would rather hurt themselves than the people around them
-unKnown Person
While other birds ran away and hid,
That is not what the dodo did
And, sadly, being ill-equipped to thrive
Designed stupidity could not survive.
Assuming divine intelligence, it's odd;
What did the dodo do to upset God?
Once jailed and bailed
Virtually mental saw scaled
Angry aggressive and hyper
The crotalinae hypnotic striker
Cold blooded terrestrial Sanseki
Whitish echis carinatus sochureki...
Life is a game with snakes on every level..
Limerick: Once an upset farmer in Xin Jia Po
Once an upset farmer in Xin Jia Po*
Built farms upwards in tiers: O! Vertigo!
Produce diminishing
UFOs pilfering
Now he sows wild oats in Infierno!
• Chinese for Singapore
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Upset About Death of Bobby Kennedy
Am listening to Hardball with Chris Matthews
who had written a book about Bobby.
Was a moment we may never forget;
Our society had to pay another debt;
A body died,
And we cried;
Bobby Kennedy is gone and are upset.
Jim Horn
Upset When In Debt
You are always sure to be upset,
When deep in debt and do regret;
Had been sad,
It was so bad;
Dog died and lost my favorite pet.
There are those who bare a grudge,
And at same time people they judge;
Our patience trying,
That caused crying;
Will not give an inch or ever budge.
Jim Horn
With Trump Would Get Upset
With Trump we would always get upset,
And what most we must have to regret;
Meetings skip;
Jumped ship;
Sad that him no one ever did try to vet.
Jim Horn
This is my 6,336th poem. One way of
forming 666. Last day of WW I was 11th month,
11th day, 11th minute and 11th second of 1918.
Too early to be upset
The Sky lies on shoulders still
And Atlas will not regret
to be mighty slave with zeal.
He stands, but the sun is gone
The skyline can’t ever bow
I say to myself “hold on
Nothing is over for now”.
The power of atlas’s real.
The slavery's a Daily Bread
The Sky lies on his shoulders still
And I will not be upset.
Horn Upset Limerick
Remember when I became upset
Read poems at recital did not let
Thought my appearance was vital
Forgot to bring poems with each title
My poems worst someone won the bet.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Renown Poet
Must be Saturday and everyone is
out playing around and not reading
my poems it looks like.
I'm allergic to upset.
Can't figure what it serves.
My temper flares, my pulse rate soars,
And messes with my nerves.
I'm allergic to upset.
Can't see what good it brings.
It ties my stomach up in knots,
And 'round my gills I'm green.
Today I won't get upset.
Won't let in chagrin.
I'll deal with all things as they come,
And strive for peace within.
Poems were written about First
Epistle to Corinthians by Paul.
what we did was drift
all sins through we had to sift
love from God would lift
when with deep regret
sinners are always a threat
making us upset
what God does intend
when life here on earth will end
to heaven ascend
with God we should stay
when sinners always shall stray
He is the only way
when you start to cut the skin around it puffs,
crimson like the sky
horizontal beads of scarlet push through the surface, escaping.
at first it stings and it begins to tingle, but then you begin to feel at ease,
your whole body is in panic mode as the blood starts to drip,
yet your mind is so calm.
cutting is an addiction, it makes me tremble at my knees
-unKnown Person
Do bees feel upset like us,
Or feel anxious when their brain perceives a threat?
Do they feel bored when making honey,
Or feel tired for being too active?
Does silence press upon their wings,
Like fear of not arriving alive?
Do they notice absence gently,
A missing rhythm in the air?
Do they search the dusk for someone,
And find nobody there?
"Do they?"
Is all I ask.
No variation in this dark tomb
Spinning in orbit of loss and the need for needing
Grey spirits begging for my healing
Grey spirits crawling along the ceiling
Madness is my adaptation
Lost in the essence of essential reverence
Lost spinning for a need of your presence
Chased by the haunting past and present
Here I come to loom
No variation in this broken tomb
Here in my room
The mice came running in from Timbuktu and Kalamazoo
The farmer mice from the country fields came in too.
What if we run out of food? What will we do?
We’ll send you to the store said my Auntie Blue.
What if the humans get upset? A little one said.
The grown mice laughed it up until their faces were red.
When they see all of us, they will take to a bed.
And put all the covers and blankets over their head.
Trump Thoroughly Upset
Starting this one from scratch.
Trump is upset and has made us upset;
Seems to fool around and always fret;
Injured in shade,
By a grenade,
Was in offensive he thinks they call Tet.
He even lied about this. What spurs him on
amazes me and I have many bones to pick
with him. Have heard he has Vietnam Vet
on his license plate as of late. Oh, and he
is offensive in many ways these days.
Jim Horn
The echo of the organs pipes, the absence of a breeze,
The warm and dusty air, filling lungs still mired by grief.
With a hundred looks of pity, and an air of sad unease,
I stay staring at the hull-shaped roof, breathe deep, and start to speak.
One set of dry eyes in the room; to which my sorrow does pertain,
“Too soon, too soon, too soon…” I think, but composure must be maintained
Until it can’t be any more.
A star never loses its shine,
You can never ever compare it
to beer and wine.
We love its glow, we also love it,
when its fire.
That's the impact of a pure thing.
We may love less,
but we can never stop loving.
The same is true with God,
same as with the faith.
Sometime we get upset,
but we never forget the
mysteries of God.
Yes, life is mysterious,
we may not understand it,
but we can still enjoy it in every way.
Sunshine child,
Baby boy,
Blue hair,
Bright skin,
Sleeping tight,
A forever resting dream.
Moonlit child,
Grown up man,
Gray hair,
Pale skin,
Waking up,
All a nightmarish fever.
But sunshine child is no more,
Monsters in the closet,
Creeping under beds instantly stopping snores,
The sunshine child quickly becoming the opposite
Sunshine child
No more
No light underneath
Six under
Sunshine child lit by moonlight
Sunshine child broken
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