Swang Poems | Examples

I swang

I swang.I swang from his heart thread to my last heart thread.
I swang unto his last heartbeats than I fallen, from his strings.

That were holding me up like a string puppet.
I sawng into the middle of a cold hearted man.
Into the middle of a trouble lost soul man heart's.
I sawng up,up,up, and away from mann kind.
Than swang down into a  lost self loved man.
That has no name to think of,or to be trouble by, dreaming about this man.
I swang unto a note of the fiddler of itself just, fiddling away.
Than swang back into the ukulele player who played my, song.
A song for my lovers but a different type of beats, for my enemies.
I swang to thee  of the hopeless loved  ones who, plead the love to there special ones.
I swang from here, to there,to far,to near by hopes.

Swang

Listen to the cadence of the Elders
of  freshly felled trees
Torn asunder, branchless
breaks for cover

The village playground
was deserted
No Moon yet
just a swing
swang by a ghost of a child

Evenings our dull forms appear
We thirst
for the white waters
sweet like our childhood

To Jesus Gang We Sang

belong to Jesus gang
you could tell by way we sang
with a Southern twang
down whole church He brang
with Him danced and swang
around with liked to hang
gave me a mustang
heard bells when they rang

learning how to add
after my math had been bad
became a new fad

was another drone
causing us to moan and groan
should leave us alone

Trial of the Chicago 7 Draft

Tears in a revolution 
Tear gas from the institution 

The judge doesn't know their names
But the whole world was watching

A panther put with the bunch
Bound and gagged, with no lunch

A political trail they said was never done
They dressed as pigs, having fun

A biased look on democracy 
Speak your peace, though peacefully 

The billy bats swang 
And heads were cracked

Revolution is in the air
Every movement tracked.

So here we are
What have we learnt?

Adjourn the trail
Let the panther free

Racism is still alive in humanity...

Shameless Suzy

Shameless Suzy was swinging so high
she went almost straight up to the sky.
Right nearby her there stood
a new guy from the hood.
Up her skirt he was trying to spy.

Shameless Suzy surely was daring,
for she laughed and swang on not caring
when the guy called, "Hee hee,
for your undies I see."
No knickers was she even wearing!

March 1, 2021
for Tania Kitchin's Two Limericks - Let's Have Some Fun! Poetry Contest

Jumping Rope

Joining with my girlfriends on the playground,
Up and down in circles, we’d swing a rope.
My friends took turns. The rope swang round and round.
Playing is the school child’s ray of hope
In those recess times that we kids enjoyed so much.
No one got left out. Double ropes meant Double Dutch!
Glad were we taking turns swinging till our time to jump.

Round and round our ropes kept swinging till the school bell rang.
One by one we back into our classes ran.
Picturing those times now with my gal pal gang,
Even now I’d love to be right there once again!

Dec. 10, 2020
for Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Mar 12)' Poetry Contest

Dear Old Swing

Dear old swing, hanging from our back yard tree.
Well I remember those long summer days
as memories of childhood now flood me.
For hours I swang! It was more than a phase.

Well I remember those long summer days.
Alone, feeling free, with daydreams flowing,
for hours I swang! It was more than a phase.
How high I could climb once I got going!

Alone, feeling free, with daydreams flowing!
Thinking of back then – I sit with a sigh.
How high I could climb once I got going.
Let me once again fly up to the sky!

Thinking of back then – I sit with a sigh
as memories of childhood now flood me.
Let me once again fly up to the sky -
Dear old swing, hanging from our back yard tree.


June 26, 2020
for Eve Roper's "Feelings of Nostalgia" Poetry Contest
Submitted 8/25/2022 for Joseph May's the 'Pantoum - Old or New' Poetry Contest

Stand

Summer wearing a coat
Wearing across
 coast to coast
Humble never boast
Double shot on a toast
Eat a slow cooked roast
Lil things what show
Beware a care
Wolfs howls affection
They in pairs
Attached to attention
Hungry for a ration
Fk im real you acting
 and fake cast flexing

Leading a pack
Only fk with real from way back
Always up cant relax
Wrist froze with the Rolex
Purp poured screwed
On my Texas swang. 
Money never rest
No bed, no stress
 on my best with a chain
Gold finesse
Fit with game flex
My mind only pain
Smile on my face
When she gives brain
Nike checks

Why Suzie Laughed

“Your undies I see,” joked Wong Ling
as his girlfriend swang high on a swing.
Suzie laughed and she laughed,
saying, “You are so daft,
‘cause down there I’m not wearing a thing!”

Dec. 30, 2018 for the 'Bawdy Limerick ' Poetry Contest of Tania Kitchin

Need Rehab On Cold Slab and More

Need Rehab on Cold Slab

Could be because I became a crab;
What we really need is some rehab;
For while waited;
Was reactivated;
They found us lying on a cold slab.

Jim Horn

My Goodness and Great Lord

Oh my goodness and great Lord,
So He will welcome you aboard; 
Will invite,
More poems write;
Hearing from does look toward.

Jim Horn


On test started with vibe and verve;
Then results had downward swerve;
Afraid;
Failing grade,
So teacher did grade us on a curve.

Jim Horn

Was a bitter quitter of the liter; 
Had horrible time being a hitter
Saw some trees;
Swang at breeze;
So ended up being a rail splitter.

Saddle Soap and Mini Skirts

get yo Trick way from the Phunk
she already Phunky enuff!
smoke those cigars
don't forget to puff
This Trick is already
phunky enuff!
Aint no pants able to
contain this Phunk
This Trick is Phunky Enuff!
wearing a skirt
you can see the Phunk
she get's mad and
call's you ah chump!

what you made for
the phunk is what made you
swang and sang yo sound
groove wit me baby
don't get so mad
music make you get on down
Tell that trick
she can't contain her Phunk
Cause already Phunky enuff!
Light yo cigars
I'm pregnant Baby
the Woman is Phunky Enuff!

Consumed

Quietly I sat and gazed
As the hissing winds mocked about.
The leaves silently whispered and swayed,
And together swayed with them the trees.
The birds about,flew, sang and perched.
The meadow was beautiful and green,
Painted in all flowers bright: lilies,roses, violets and lavender.

Quietly I sat
Lost to nought but lovely sounds
Of joyous birds and hissing winds.
A soul lost in pleasantries
Of a sight all beautiful and all fair.

For a moment I swang my head,
And closed my eyes.
The birds when silent,
There singing was no more.
The winds now hissed with a cold.
The thin long trees stood without leaves.
The meadow was burnt to ashes.
All that was green,was now black and grey.
Whence came a fire so raged,
In a moment sheer to consume
All that was beautiful.

Life is a beautiful fabric,
Fair but sheer.

Dead Awake

Hexed window swing devil swang, opening for derelicts that look out a black 
and tortured sky’s howling wind, pain so great that the house creaks 
and groans, moving now and then.
Father has a mind to kill himself, yep, he isn’t insane of course, just living among zombies.
I tend this ageless man with Alzheimer’s, wondering where he has gone.
I have patience for a patient who won’t wake up despite being fed stories,
spreading the word of hope that help us cope.
I was bullied by birds that feast as one with no pecking order in gouged out 
eyes belonging to others.
Friends of the night are stranger by the day.
Everyone was fainting away from stench, the land of breath having 
unnatural breathing.
The end we sought has decay of lying about the rotten truth when the living
come by chance far and few between roads of ruin.

The End.

A Tale of a Rohingya

When I saw them burning my paddy field,
I pleaded - DON'T!

When I saw them burning my house,
I pleaded - DON'T!

When they swang my baby into the the blaze;
I begged them - DON't!

Then they gangraped my pregnant wife, 
Suffocating one inside,

I cried - DON'T!

Now they turned to me 
To make me a ghost.

Fran the Orangutang

Fran, the zoo’s favourite orangutang
   Was caught today playing with a boomerang
Later to onlookers she showed her fang 
   As she stuffed her face with banana pie meringue 

As one hand held on to the overhang
   From which she forever swang
With boundless energy Fran sprang
   And joyfully bells rang and rang

That night Fran got into her yellow mustang
   And drove to a karaoke and sang
Her words had the perfect slang
   Although most painful was their twang

As though Fran felt a sudden pang
   She ended with an awesome bang
Said goodnight to all the gang
   Can you believe this whole shebang



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on September 15, 2018 for contest PLAYING WITH WORDS UNDER FIRE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on February 22, 2018

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