Whacking Poems | Examples

Evolutionary Letter Number Seven

Is  Harris is .a supporter of  fracking ?
If she does  Harris needs a good whacking.

She opposes the death penalty too
For the worst dregs of mankind what say you ?

And Harris states Bidenomics is a .success 
De ipso facto Bidenomics is a mess.

And she supports the Cannabis Justice Act
A silver lined cloud for this Act that’s the fact.

On the other hand Harris  supports Isreal
Treason ,a knife,bloodied .She can go to Hell.

If Harris’s plan is like Bidenomics too
America once again just got screwed.

A Harris economy that is great ?
America prospers and feels first rate.

And she will spend 5 billion on the homeless .
Tartuffe is a wet noodle. This plans a mess..

And Harris abandons homeless pets,not nice
A heart like ice; it is time to pay the price

California is where this dark deed was cast
Upon hearing this news i was aghast

And finally she supports the Green New Deal
And Green infrastructures a superb ideal

How Ye Played Your Trick, O Ego

Many my joys ye robbed, rob still, 
Lifelong ye played on me your trick.

Rather than cure blown bubble’s ill, 
Ye destroyed my self double quick.

When hurt O Imposter evil,
You sulked and made the real me sick.

Your whims needed a curing pill
In the form of a whacking stick.

Truth of atman walks nude at will,  
But you loved gilded lies to lick.

You often talked of sun’s great chill, 
And made my serene nights look bleak.

Tried, tame my mind to climb uphill,
And made it chase your false logic.

But no more, I now know to deal
With you, just wait for my last kick.
______________________________________
Couplets |24.01.2023| mind, mischief

Derry Poem

This place is me, 
one and the same,
collecting bonfire wood,
set our hearts a flame,
growing up tough,
rough with the war still on,
living a long life quickly,
before our childhoods gone,
although it wasn't at all bad,
some may think it bonkers,
but the girls had the playsets,
while the boys played conkers,
those are chestnuts to you,
whacking them was good craic,
glad I have these memories,
oh how they take you back,
as if it was yesterday, 
I do so hold them dear,
if I could be from any place,
I'm glad it was here.

Tantrum

The wind is having a tantrum.
It whines and screams and
Howls around the house,
Tearing at the shingles,
Whacking the roof with branches,
Blowing porch chairs into a corner,
A loose cushion into a puddle
On the next block over.
It throws the recycle bin
Into the raspberry bushes 
So cans and bottles litter the yard.
It sends trash can covers
Skittering across the road
To land against the fence.
It snaps tree limbs like pick-up sticks
And angrily summons the rain
To slash against the windows
With little icy pellets and 
Drive water in under the sill
To form a puddle on the floor.
Probably tomorrow it will clear,
And we’ll all go outside
To clean up the debris.
But the mischievous, childish wind
Will have the last laugh -
Because who can punish the wind
For the mess it made!

Generation Next

Report card read okay, not so good,
But he was not a kind who would brood.
Whacking when the cane came,
He watched a video game,
You must love this young lot’s attitude!
______________________________________
Happenings | 13.01.2020 |
Topic: children, attitude, humour

Poet’s Note: A cartoon inspired this limerick. A young school lad’s report card seemed okay, but far from good enough. But his father was not amused. He took a cane, put the lad on his lap, bottoms’ up and started whacking. The lad was unmoved, nonchalant, and quietly watched a video game all thru the punishment. This is today’s generation next. 

At eighty, I recall my school days. Same situation, my father would not focus on the 90 marks marked against mathematics, but would rather ask: and what happened to these 10 marks? And you dare not utter a word. But then to be fair, this lad also never uttered a word!

A Waiting Poem

A poem whacking at cryptic arched entrance,

Probably, been procrastinating for a long time,

I crave momentous ideas to greet them in,

Exhilarating thoughts to stitch promising lines,

Commence threading words with intellect

To welcome original exquisite composition,

Speculate explore scribble and erase,

So, heading through lots of clutter,

On blank undone stimulating sheet, 

Seek my soul to compose competent piece,

Spend moments and discover a free verse,

Recent visitor delighted my melancholic home,

At the most accidental satisfactory instant,

Now, we gossiping together as readers examine.

Sailing

thoughts sail on blue waves
                                       of deep heart looking for the
                                          support of lighthouse

                                         sailing ship strikes sand 
                                   stays secured from the windward.
                                         a new snag to solve

                                           worries come in way
                                   whacking waves, winds, williwaws
                                          win them with warm smiles

                                                 (Haiku)

                                    STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (10),
                                    any form, any theme Poetry Contest
                                    Sponsored by: Brian Strand 
                                    Date: 15/07/2020

Restrictions

It's been difficult for us all
Being restricted isn't cool
Especially for children
Who would rather be at school

You can do this
But you can't do that
You can't touch or cuddle
Or even pat

The dog looks grumpy
The cat forlorn
Dad's in the garden
Mowing the lawn

Mum's in the kitchen
Baking away
It seems since the pandemic
She's baked every day

The kids are getting bored
With all their indoor games
They have started to call
Each other rude names

Mum is horrified
Dad is amused
That was short-lived
The telly blew a fuse

"Why can't we have the telly on,
It's all gone black."
Mum went very pale and wan
And fell on her back

The baby started screaming
She needed her bottle
Dad took a long look round
To find something to throttle

Mum recovered
From her touch of vapours
Dad started to tidy up
The toys and the papers

The kids resumed their fighting
One accidentally thrust his knee
Smack, Bang, Wallop
Whacking the blank TV

Suddenly another noise
A very different sound
The children, both girls and boys
Got up off the ground

Dad smiled at Mum
She smiled back at Dad with glee
Miracle of Miracles
On came the TV

Bushwhacking

We must bushwhack with faith to sweep out the brain
of all those black thoughts that control our mental pain.
Falter, and the spirit chokes from weeds well overgrown.
Many demons will nestle deep in the thorns of the soul.

Keep bush whacking in faith until there's a clearing.
To allow sun to shine through so you can see clearly.
When the soul is cleansed, you will start to achieve.
A P.H.D in hard work leads to a diploma of greatness.
Keep bushwhacking to keep those doubting demons at bey.
Success was just over the next bluff- it was never far away.

First Time Drinking Leaves Me Sinking

Just one drink and I'd be down
Acting like a foolish clown
Since I've never had a drop
I would stumble, I would plop
Against walls and onto floors
Whacking into hard wood doors
Slurring speech and saying words
That are coming out absurd
Eating and making a mess
BBQ sauce on my dress
Making my friends laugh with glee
At this different side of me
They are glad to be seeing
As I'm getting a warm feeling
Down my leg I can't control
Embarrassed to my very soul
As the group at my friends table
Tells me of their first drunk fable
As we joke and laugh a lot
Ordering another shot
Till we're in our nice warm beds
Safe at home with throbbing heads

Alliteration For Poets

Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,

Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie

Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination

Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy

Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt

To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly

Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.

Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.

Pshaw

“Pshaw!” My grandmother said
as she thumped and bumped about
her crowded kitchen
steam rising, having
heated conversation with herself

Rankled by my grandfather's
latest excuse for not helping
around the house

Thwack!  She smacked
the meat down on the counter
pounding and whacking
dinner into submission
Beyond exasperation
stewing, livid

“Pshaw!” She said again
louder this time, making me jump
sounding like the air-brake
on my Grandfather's big truck
letting off pressure

Little and fiery
fierce and feisty
my Grandfather had no idea
what he was up against
the volatile, volcanic fury
of a woman thwarted

“Land's Sakes, Willard!”
was his final warning
but he let it go past that-
to the point of
“Pshaw!”

Salvation In Rivers of Babylon

In the grip of Rivers of Babylon
Arise to consolidate your fight for faith
And God pain and strain from your comfort zone
Will slay to renew and reinvigorate the breath

Essential to make a way
To the salvation you deserve
As on bended knees you pray everyday
Your God in due season you serve

Reminding the Devil is a liar
Whose maneuvers to lead you astray
Can no longer soar higher
When into your life returns the ray

God shines brighter and brighter
Clearing dark clouds
That for an instant held you tighter
Enveloping you in doubt shrouds

You fight better and better
As faith grows stronger
To break away the sin and temptation fetter
The Devil squeezed a little longer

When you prevaricated
Granting him room to ensnare you
As your faith vacillated
Until your faith resolve in Babylon grew anew

To consolidate your path to salvation
Whacking the Devil
Into submission
Alongside his bags and tags teeming with evil.

Possessed By Evil

Your eyes are as cold as steel
Glaring at me I just feel
Ice forming inside my soul
Now they're turning black as coal
Leaving darkness in my mind
Where is the happy and kind
Guy I fell so much in love with
What happened to turn the switch
Making you the opposite
Turning you distant and blank
I want to go inside and yank
The evil that's inside your soul
Making you once again whole
To the man I really love
The guy I used to dream of
Now it's a nightmare I see
Awake, standing in front of me
I am ready to attack
With a huge and big hard smack
Whacking demons straight back to hell
They left you an empty shell
Of the man you used to be
Honey please come back to me

A Double Whacking

I ordered a hitman to whack a judge and that judge hired the same man to whack me.
The hitman got fifty grand from each of us, that was his fee.
But there was something the hitman didn't figure.
He died of a stroke before he could pull the trigger.
The judge said he was going to get me disbarred and I was wining and dining his girlfriend.
Those were the two reasons why the hitman was going to bring both of our lives to an end.
When the judge and I learned what happened, we made a deal.
We were both extremely relieved because we weren't killed.
Yes, I'm a crooked lawyer but that judge isn't a law abiding citizen either.
When it came to his girl, he agreed not to have me disbarred if I'd leave her.
That hitman weighed 400 pounds, that's why he had the stroke.
If it hadn't been for obesity, the judge and I would've croaked.

(This is a fictional poem)

• Short Whacking Poems
• Famous Whacking Poems
• Best Whacking Poems
• Read Whacking Poems
• Long Whacking Poems
• Whacking Quotes