Short Warped Poems
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From a rotund sun-hued idol spill commands both warped and wild
And armies rise from echoes of a tantrum thrown by a child
"a stitch in time"
is but a second gone
never to return
sewn in the mind, warped by time
threads return to yesterday
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
And there she broke her water
She laid down
Upon the ground
And bore them both a daughter
In my chemically imbalanced mind,
All I can do is detest.
Wandering my dismal world of the blind,
Anxious of what’ll transpire next.
Not entered in the contest. Just my warped mind in overdrive!!!
You think she is fierce?
Imagine what it must be
That made her jump in!
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John.
Struggles to slide his trousers on;
seems causation hasn’t dawned.
Put down the dumplings, my son John.
Peter, Peter
pumpkin eater
tried to lick the
blender beater.
Why he did it,
I can’t tell, for
he’s not speaking
very well.
Middle age woman from Tallahassee
believed she was something very classy.
Finger rings
Brooches, things
But time had warped her hourglass chassy
Inspired by Gregory.R.Bardens blog this morning
warped minds and hatred
the massacre of thousands ~
hells fires awaits them
Portraits from my past
Call from my doorstep
Shall I ignore it?
Eyes of past veterans
Peer blindly from warped boards
I can no longer enter that room
the source of all evil is twisting good ~ by any means mankind could
said god to satan who agreed ~ even my evil’s warped to seem good
By
David Kavanagh
The hours of insanity amaze me,
They tantalize my mind, taunting me,
Vibrant and violent is my mind,
Warped and no longer prominent,
My soul aches for a better day.
There was a bishop whose sermons were boring
Seven hours long made members begin snoring.
The bishop took offense
But he had no defense.
Busted bladders had warped all the flooring.
So you think
My job is beneath me
Only business matters
In your warped minds
Educating little ones
Is where my heart is
Leave me alone...You don't know me
If you did
Your opinions would not be voiced
Form:
My
life
benign
so boring
nothing special now
I search in vain for excitement
I am trapped in a frustrating circle of the chase
I feverishly hunt my prey but my treasure always ends up being warped some how
Of a foaminess hung
Rose-round, odorous
Or what, ivy-musty, a sturdy
Held up ruin pose as
No grander is one led
Nor quite as gracious
Up paths, though rough, to doors, though warped
Than neath one's bricked mass.
The drum roll
beats out control
in a game
of warped reframe.
On a coiling balustrade
plays meister masquerade
to craft the will
at bellowed drill.
Docile rule
disarms to fool.
With artful ruse
the vapid lose.
Crumbling colonnades, ivy laced,
fronting fractured windows, ghost faced,
where once a family was housed.
Warped in time like a web,
forgotten picture of the dead
who here used to love, laugh, and live.
March 5, 2022
High on life
I was high on life
Not walking on water
But soaring above the clouds
Free from the rain
Immune to the darkness
Now I settle in the depths
Gazing up at the warped sunshine
Turbulent waters
Was this where I was before?
Looking back
speed is warped
looking forward
it slows
Each memory
a racehorse
that goes
and it goes
Intuition
the truant
in what it
will bring
When time
is reversed
and the Jester
— is King
(The New Room: June, 2025)
this nutcracker is twisted, warped, there is something wrong
he does not know he’s not supposed to kick up in this throng
his feet are supposed to be stationary, his ways are not right.
This dancing, twirling and kicking give the others a fright.
As much to this haze of summer
To a many headed wooer
For young budding, more fair
Lost her, this youth; of nine.
As far strayed, in my warped thinking
As distant, the 'field, too playing'
One, mists of time, back through
Of me, loses the view.
"Dancing in the rain is how we turn heartache into art."- unknown
whine, buzz, warped air
wet blanket heat
rumbling, skies tear
thundering, clouds meet
Dance in the rain without'a care
You twisted
All I said
Exaggerated
And warped my words
I trusted you
Didn’t think
You capable
Stabbed me in the back
Why would you
I trusted you
Let my guards down
Believed in you
I trusted you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
ECHO
I hear an echo,
A sound so close
And yet so far.
It comes from
Everywhere and yet
It is nowhere.
Maybe I’m imagining
It in my warped
And twisted head.
Maybe I cease to be
And I become just
A sound, one so remote
I’m a million miles away.