Short We Are Not Amused Poems

waitress serves chicken ~
a diner jokes this tastes fowl
she is not amused  ~~...

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I for one
am not amused by 
your sly smirk

it only
tells me of your deception
wrath of hurt to come...

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After the slaughter,
   the moon was blue-
as if poisoned.

*

I was not amused
   by this celebration.
Could not sleep by hurricane.

*

   The insects.
You cannot become Buddha,
   sitting unmoved.



Satish Verma...

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Once upon a time a huge moon flew between my eyes.
I beheld a starry night, not amused, my demise.

   T’was at the crack of dawn
   On a summer’s lawn.

Like Daliwood, time displaced, as you revealed your disguise.

1/30/2018...

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In court, the accused
is produced and
charged with abuse,
no evidence is adduced, 
the sentence is reduced,
he is not amused
to pay his dues
his name is in the news,
the public giving views
they have no clues
defense counsel does not snooze
no one wants to lose...

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I'm not amused
How you abuse
The TV that you watch
Take the volume up a notch.
How  you surf through each 
channel,
As you watch in your
flannel.
It gets to be old,
Especially in a household.
Enough is wnough,
You think you're tough stuff.
I can't let it go,
Until you're in Soho!...

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Oceans, woods, abused, confused!
Mother nature not amused!
Her bellies aching.
Mistakes we're making!
Time pollution was defused!

There is an old man of the ocean,
To marine life is his devotion.
We have to put right,
Marine waters plight.
Or suffer our own devolution!...

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The only thing
that beats a good crap
is a good orgasm….
Once I had the good fortune
to experience both phenomenon
simultaneously...

My lover was NOT amused
and promptly proceded
to beat the crap out of me
(What little was left)
then told me to beat it
to which I happily obliged…

7/5/2013...

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Looked in a mud puddle and saw a witch.
She laughed at me. The mean ‘ole crone.
I was not happy certainly not amused.
Her eyes were as dark as a cave without light.
She crooked her finger and tried to speak.
I ran as if bowels of hell were waiting.
Hair stood straight up as I heard her witch cackles....

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fell out with my muse
           formed incompatible views 
               became quite a feud
      sparks and flashes would not fuse
       crap poems ~ got egos bruised


POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin 
Syllable counter ps 5/7/5/7/7
Originally posted 2001
25/04/2022...

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I will be the princess of the dynasty
The princess of the corkscrew
The princess of the underwear drawer
There is a lot of laughter

Sybil does not understand the others.
She is not amused or laughing
She gets out her tarot cards and her runes.
Begins plotting the spells that will transmogrify the others...

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In arrogance 
I ascended
the ancient steps
of earthly glory.

Higher and higher
I climbed 
beyond the reach
of my own humanity.

Seeking knowledge
forsaking wisdom
savoring intellect
playing God.

I forgot
pride comes
before the fall
I usurped God's thrown.

God....

            was not amused....

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i would
rather spend
seconds with your

smile
than hours
with your frown

so your
majesty i am
here to please after

the applause
as your court jester
i will juggle my balls and

then shake
my sock covered
bauble but while thinking

what
a fool i am
i should have dressed

while trying
to arrest you as your
slow dancing policeman...

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My first car was a thirty-seven Ford

   It would do all of forty-five when floored

      The horn played Little Bo Peep

         Had straight pipes on the old heap

            Cops not amused as about town I roared

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 1 in Carol Brown's "My First Car" Contest - March 2012...

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Should I be pleased
Or just confused
About the john
Employees used
When I walked in
I thought I’d choke
It smelled so much 
Like cherry coke
That’s what I smelled
At least at first
Then it smelled more 
Like a starburst
Well either one
I’m not amused
I guess I’m 
Pleasantly confused
And dare I ask
What does one quench
That causes one
To leave that stench

Mdailey	1/31/12...

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I am a fancy cat with patterns on my back.
My tail is pretty, I am sharp as a tack.
Better clear away, stand away, Mo and Mack.
Up close you might see my beauty and have a heart attack.

Mo and Mack were not amused in the least.
The conceitedness that comes off of this little beast!
Don’t forget we are your parents, they told fancy cat.
Better speak to us with respect. If not, there’s the mat....

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Moon fiddler guy arrived with a black cat
My name is Sam, he said, but please call me Rat
The moon was not amused, he did not like stuff like this
The cat was annoying, to the moon gave a hiss.

When are you leaving? Inquisitive star asked Rat.
I may stay here forever, what do you think of that?
Crescent moon gave him a toss, and he flew into the air
The cat was right behind him, and the moon did not care...

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kan you rite a poem with spelling misteakss?
I can try, butt it will not be easy of coarse.
To my died hair I take out my thinkers and rakes.
can we do this? I ask my brin. He is my diving force.

Better five up, he says. not amused. we Kan’t do it.
We never make any Mestakes. We are too kool.
But I am not a proginisticator so I try to think thru it.
Forgettting all that junk we learned in skooooooolllll....

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O~ what dread
My muse in bed
Dear me~ that's ink she's bled
Tried sopping it with bread
Her boots been filled with lead
I think she's good as dead

O~ good grief she said
Shaking her head
You've been misled
You plain misread
She left her body there and fled



Submitted on August 4, 2020 for contest FAVOURITE POEM IN RHYME FROM JULY 2019 sponsored by JULIA WARD

Originally posted on July 29, 2019...

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I’m staring at my notebook
Whose pages I’ve perused
To double-check a topic;
My muse is quite bemused.

For lately I’ve been empty
Where always I’ve enthused.
I don’t know why poetic themes
Have slowed and barely oozed.

My confidence is sagging;
My ego’s slightly bruised.
I need a jolt of energy 
To somehow be infused.

But meanwhile as I struggle,
Where once I blithely cruised,
My muse just sits there mocking
And I’m really not amused....

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I'm not amused
It's overload
My brain is fused

At 4am
I miss my friend
Insomnia will never end

The poet's lot: a search for meaning
Unpolished thoughts
Need feathers preening

The cluttered  room
Inside my brain
A Springtime dust, again

But what of heart?
In darkest night -
Does bird of love take flight?

A prayer I claim..
Dear Lord of sleep
Protect my heart and soft soul keep

From calloused outer
Worn, or lost
Inspire once more.. despite the cost...

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