Suction Poems | Examples

Thoughts for the Day

I like to think big thoughts,
but when I tie my brain in knots,
I eat a couple tater tots.  

Who was best?  The Sultan of Swat?
Maybe he was - maybe not.
I'm not sure, but if you ask me, man,
my money's on Ohtani from Japan.

If you think my poems ain't good enough,
consider that I know lots of stuff -
like: there's no fruit more popular than a
orange, an apple, or a banana. 

I think it would be really neat
to have suction cups for feet,
I would not be limited, anymore,
to walking only on the floor.
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall,
I'd stroll the ceiling and the wall.
Everyone would fall in love
with me as I look down from above,
knowing I will never drop
as my feet loudly pop, pop, pop.

Simple Wish

I think it would be really neat
to have suction cups for feet,
I would not be limited, anymore,
to walking only on the floor.
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall,
I'd stroll the ceiling and the wall. 
Everyone would fall in love
with me as I look down from above, 
knowing I will never drop,
as my feet loudly pop, pop, pop.

Better Names for an Octopus

A better name for an octopus?
It's tough to make stuff up.
We could start with a brand-new appellation.
How about a name like "Suction Pup"?!

Or perhaps we could start the debate
with a numerical tag like "Ocean's Eight".

Another name open for discussion
would be a handle like "Squid's Cousin".

Still another, somewhat grandiloquent,
could be the rather pompous "Inknificent".

My Scottish friends, with joy, will weep
if the new label is "Bagpipes of the Deep"!

Or one can almost hear sailors shout "Ahoy!
Is that a rock? No, it's an Ol' Tangly Boy!"

Thankful Squirrels

We have some squirrels that we love to see
which seem to be part of our home.
They run back and forth from our old Oak tree
and feast at the self-service dome;
to find food- there's no need to roam.

The plastic feeder with suction holds fast
to our sunroom window where we
can sit through the day enjoying the cast
of squirrels and birds that are free
to come- joining the eating spree.

We watch their drama almost every day:
each one standing guard for a turn-
at times with the stress of having their way.
 They flee, and this can cause concern;
yet, when the fights end, all return.

The squirrels rank top in chains of command;
the birds all must wait in a line-
except when a Blue Jay flies down to land,
all give up their pleasure to dine-
or pecked as a stern warning sign.

With squirrels, we stand up close, very near.
They watch us while eating their feed-
accept us fondly without showing fear;
seem thankful we honor their need-
and show that we've done a good deed.

Zen mode

the suction force magical
of the guru chakra
draws in the essence of soma
from the whirring third eye
upwards, upwards, through itself
into the crown chakra
that as a seamless whole we be
entwined with universal mind

so be it

Dark Grey Torrent

A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I  hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,  
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore

torment

he hides himself into an empty wrapper
a hollow shell that remained after the storm
where life once resided before the heavy toll
of addiction arrogance destruction hurt and
the combustive mixture of void and destruction
an all-inclusive ticket to stagnant displeasure 
a homeless abode untenanted wreck
futile worthlessness vacant desolation

disconnected and detached he does not half fill
the cover where isolation has taken his place
and shielded nothingness evaporates from his mind
in which melancholy oozes lost hope

a sheathed vacuum with suction pump attached
portrays the only reminder of motion and living

he feels very little but pictures himself
as Dali´s warped melted clock
a time bomb disguised as a land mine
for good expandable measure of meaning

12 November 2023

Vacuuming

mama likes to play 
accidental suction of
 my little dogs tail

Boots

A mass of emerald and ochre leaves,
sway upon the light summer breeze.

Suction of boots to big, wrenched from the muck,
grunting, banging, the metal bucket thunks.

The old farmer in his coveralls stands at the fence,
watching the struggling girl, bucket bangs, eyes wince.

'Ya wanna ta' feed um' he urges her on,
huffing, puffing, nose wrinkled of odors not fond.

A glorious glint of green and blue plumage,
is all that's needed to encourage.

Shrieking cries they emit, she jumps in fright,
screaming, slipping, sliding, then caught in plight.

Stuck in the mud, smelling quite rotten,
are boots too big, long forgotten.

I Choose Something Fun To Kill Me

Many things could kill you.
Car wrecks, fall from a roof, electrocution,
starvation, heart attack, brain cancer, Alzheimer’s.
I shall choose something fun to kill me.
Walking the plank, shoot out at the OK corral,
boomerang rebound, King Kong, a cephalopod attack
I dream of watching a giant squid pull me away
With his enormous suction cups,
his tentacles and giant arms making the victory sign.
It is a memorable death, making a terrific obituary story.

Tornado

Twirling, swirling, whirling
up Up into the sky,
natures vacuum cleaner 
sucking all to fly…
whilst eccentric, zany chasers 
shoot to stun the world,
others hide petrified 
from natures’ fury hurled.
Powerfully rotating and
strengthening her suction,
destroying all that’s in her path
leaving mass destruction.

Elements Meet

East sea capricious invites frolickers
          Lose all resolution fighting her euphoria 
          Entry to her anger ensures exit involuntary 
          Megalithic Pacific mounts with power superior 


          Eruptions, edge gumption propel folk
          Nautilus chortles her lapis lazuli laughter
          Thrill pulled paddlers contest for echo evoke 
          Suction eroding floor swept compulsively faster

 
          Monstrous Nemo swims rhythm erratically 
          Elevates victims in lifted lemonade chamber 
          Elixir tips her fizz in eyes, ears unapologetically 
          Tumult assault sends sand spun fun to ocean chasers

    


                 Aussie beach, nothing beats it! 
                             26th January

Foundation Found

These ideas are seduction for words as said suction is lucrative/
It frees high fees for reduction when he sped to a junction too seductive/
It’s an additive like a sieve to sift that’s imperative to give/
Bliss will relieve anything negative accepted to live/
Clips of passive aggressive will be inactive to a reflective motive/
It’s so graphic how elastic I am to aghast a trick/
Pits grow as it’s tragic burning plastic that lasts to stick/
Strict flow is magic churning illicit to depict/
Slicked so is this static yearning dim wits to inflict/
His flicked ardent flow fits a tactic to reminisce/
Wicked grants from God sticks this blend of coherence/
My rigid cadence will dance in a trance stance/
A dry cascade spill to prance without instruments/
Fly by or retreat to advance and get out of the sin strum pants/
He’s no treat for a trick or no trick to cop a treat stance/
Ease to a complete foundation found to cease and stop evil plans/
The feat was a defeat as the found foundation reprieves slop and defiled demands.
With my foundation found it’s like 5th down/ 
A gift of salvation as a second round/
 I can’t miss now with all filth drown and my foundation found

Happy Dar-Day

A Dar-Dar delivered, a wonderful creature,
Arriving by yak after talks with a preacher.
Wrapped up in a blanket with little instruction,
Some suction required through keenest deduction.

A Dar-Dar’s a brilliantly small woodland sprite
Instilling both fear and great gasps of delight.
But before you know it, they’ve done fully grown,
Magically producing small sprites of their own.

These Dar-Dars are likely to range far and wide;
Reports say in Utah’s where one can be spied.
October is always a time to acquaint;
They’re oft drawn to ponies all covered in paint.

Wherever you find one, it’s always the best;
The dad of a Dar-Dar is a man truly blessed.

Bayonet

Long bayonet, blood channel 
Breaks suction to pull loose
After the thrust and twist so it is
Quickly ready for its next use.
Lovingly polished, honed and whet
Of finest steel, Sheffield made
A thing of beauty 
This thirsty blade.

Seeming to quiver in the hand
As though anticipating his thrill
As he patiently waits for
The chance of his next kill.
Clothed all in black
With blackened face
Standing motionless 
In his chosen place.

The watchers watch, monitor
His dreams, read his despair
The experiment conducted 
With precision and great care.
Probing deeply in his mind
To discover why
He gets such pleasure from
Watching others die.

This tormented man
Creation of warring state
Trained to kill without
Remorse or hate.
Nobody prepared 
To take their blame
For what he did
In their cause and name.

The probes record 
His remembered hell
Tick, quiver, in his brain
As he sleeps in his cell
In his mind ready to thrust
And twist his bayonet blade
Long and shining and sharp,
Stainless Sheffield steel made.

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