Trouncing Poems | Examples

The 4 Seasons

Soft flurries, at dawn,
      spurred on by wind;
   the blow and drift
of twilight’s whiteout blizzard.

Achoo, here we go;
    how ravenous the roses.
       Red petals tickle schnozes.
          Earth in royal bloom.

Flopping into the pool,
     tummy trouncing off water,
        red, white and blue -
           colors of American hero.
          
          Loving cup of leaves,
       dancing and romancing fools.
    Oaks baring their souls.
Rakes vowing, “I do.”

Yo-yo meditation

In playfulness, we can try this for fun:

Taking the crown chakra as the highest
And the root as the lowest
In as vibrations
We descend
From crown to root
Slowly, pausing at third eye
Ah! Spiritual vision, intuition enabled 
Never mind if unity consciousness is lost
Next, the throat chakra, the ethereal connector 
Hmm, vanity of our communication skills
Let us be spoilt here by the applause
Down to the heart toroidal
Unifying all opposites 
Within its womb 
We’re home
Lower yet we go
Navel, power and fear
We wish to dominate earth
Trouncing opposition by brute force 
Down further, the sacral stirs dark lust
Our primate, feral instincts overpower soul
Cocooned below at the root, in pursuit of wealth

Then the ascent to crown, back the way we came
Renouncing each lower vibration step by step
There is no glue because this is a game 
A yo-yo meditation if you will for fun
Descent and ascent sans judgment 
Because we are not this form
But since we are now here
Let us learn as we burn
Moment by moment 

Enjoy!

Goiter

Little of no Vitamin C
And Scurvy is what you shall see;
The iodine-poor diet: Goiter
And it’d continue to loiter:
A lot of pulsing and bouncing
Like a ball for a team’s trouncing;
On one’s sad neck hanging around,
Auto-immune disorders hound!

Then, somehow, can one it avoid
And have not The Bogus Thyroid: 
Lots of what richly give Iodine 
Safe diet, no Cimetidine...

Goiter not good for camera,
Snapshots skipping it chimera.

Tigger Tyburn

bouncing

trouncing

flouncing

pouncing

Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy

And Along Came a Spider

A spider was climbing my walls,
The size of it truly appalls,
I’m certain it’s a lass,
With a kardashian a ss,
I couldn’t spy male spider balls!

I shouted for my hubby to come,
He gasped  at that huge spiders bum,
But my old Henry hoover,
Just couldn’t remover her,
I’m screaming Help I want my mum!

My p ussy cat eyed up the spider,
She wanted this beastie insider her,
Huge spider is walking,
Cat’s  expert at stalking,
She corners it by my  step strider

As Tiddles is superb at pouncing,
That spider got a severe trouncing,
And now it is dead,
What more can be said,
The death of spider I’m announcing

For Julie thanks for the inspiration.  bb xx

09/02/11/

To These Times

Today
time took time
to think;

Then truth
took thinking time
to task;

Testing teasing themes
that today taught;
trouncing telltale tragedies.

Bravery

Bravery
Is not by fists
Raging swords
Pulsating pistols
It is in the execution
Of one's belief
Without sound knowledge
Of outside relief
It snarls, trouncing
Any intent of vain
Corruption
That begs to be doused
By hammer and sickle
Not the hardware kind
But the force
Of passionate mind
That tells the truth
Preserved eternally
Lacquered in
Virtuous lament.

(9/18/04)

Bouncing

Give a kid a trampoline
And instantly she's bouncing
With joy that far exceeds
Whatever game her jumps are trouncing.

A little music makes the fun,
If possible, much better.
If you've a child who wants to try,
Don't hesitate - just let 'er!

For glee is hard to come by
As we age and fear starts showing
So it's best to seek occasions
That will set most grins to glowing.

In this spirit I am writing,
Which is my way of announcing,
That to make your charges happy,
Find a gym and get them bouncing!

A Song of Brown

I loved you from the very first day
Amidst the noise of dish and tray
And the people that attached to them
For I was caught up in this hymn-

A song written solely of brown
And I began to cherish the sound
'Cause your eyes were as notes of changing tune
As high and as low as an evening moon

Yet, always to commingle free
And provide the sweetest melody
Your skin and hair would then combine
To produce a soft and wavy rhyme

Each verse would touch the heart and soul
Trouncing my heart with its gentle loll-

The birds of song that come in Spring
Envy the song of brown you sing
And I have never felt so fine
Your song is in this heart of mine

The Muttered Cry of Our Kids

Hear the muttered snivel of our kids  
Puked away to gloom, twinge and disease 
Wrecked by creeds
To fulfill an antique mores 
Whose ruin is beyond scientific darn 

See the boulevards and the creeks  
Before sight are male Mal-nourished toddlers 
In rag togs, blistered feet, beseeching alms   
And ingesting the remnants
From the poorest buffet

They toil in tackle capacity 
Inversely allied to their weight
From sun rise to sunset
To earn much less than you

See the boulevards
How they stir; bunched  
On the trot to any kind of dub
To good and to evil  

Death becomes a familiar friend 
At first light and at dark 
From toil, food, water and sleep 
Such a despicable way of live 

But then the espoused antique mores, woes
Regenerated by ills of the society 
To the blanketed vision of the moneyed
To plunge empathy and impious reliance of all

Can this be our way of life?
Trouncing fortunes to antique mores?
Reticence to rascality? 
And nationhood to meanness?

Trouncing Fields of Dreams

like locusts
swarming innocent crops	
in their prime
we likewise slaughter
our fields of dreams
as well as moral pride—
idle consciousness
impervious to the nipping
of the shoots 
of chosen buds of youth
trounced 
in the fields of our streets.

The Wind and the Wave

A slice of sea whisked its way up as wave
Spinning  sun's refulgence whithin its  whirl
The trouncing wind lashed it with ruinous rave
To toss and tear on  shores its lustrous swirl
Silhouettes interred in silent sand grave
Reeked of ruddy remnants of comber  brave

Date Jan 24 2017
Contest A Rhyme in 60
10 syllables each in six lines
ABABAA Rhyme scheme

He Is Trouncing

?He is Trouncing

Wonderful Ben we have been seeing

Wonder how many are actually believing

From one story to another has been bouncing

Yet rest of candidates still is trouncing.

All over news he currently is broadcasted

Truly amazing how long he has lasted

While we sit here completely spellbound

Surprised at what we heard from every sound.

Then there are those who love to be lying

Never telling truth and then always alibiing

To no rules at all applies any adherence

Can't imagine him having a security clearance.

Not only good heaven but also some grief

Ole Ben being our new Commander in Chief

Would never salute and like the other way

Economy ended up in complete, total disarray.

We were having an IG inspection for the first time

when I was the unit administrator. We also had a 

new supply sergeant. The CSM performing the

inspection said that he found the supply room

incomplete, total disarray. This is when I did

decide this is the worst things could ever get.

James Thomas Horn

Retired Veteran and Poet

RiverSea Plantation

Bolivia, NC

Trouncing Mine Heart

.

                 "This is Spring" said I
                  what could go wrong 

                     The sun shining
                   with a soft warmth
                   mine eyne glowing
          my brain trouncing mine heart
                    wheedling me on

                       "Look there
                      in the garden
                  presenting Spring's
                        soft breeze
                     pining affection
                          leaning
                     pointing in my
                         direction

                    her florescence"

The Cross

Skulled hill
                            supports
                            the lifted
                            standard; 
                            skull bent
                            and dark; 
                            naked for
all who travel the high–way to see those exposed: 
the arrogant, the proud; the humble and forgiven; 
the one who forgives the most needs no forgiving. 
                           Red sealed
                           and stained
                            with filthy
                           lacerations; 
                            suspended
                            with spikes
                            on toothed
                            roughhewn
                           dry kindling
                           envisioning
                           the fires of
                           hades itself
                           trouncing on
                           the carnage. 
                           I accept and
                           make it my
                         own.  The Cross.

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