"bunion" poems - Hello Poetry

I've borne the heavy load. I've worked all the day. Got two children at the house to feed. Husband's gone away. I've a bunion on my toe, But I've got a corn pad. With a smile upon my face, Swear, it don't hurt so bad. Don't the moonlight look so grand, Shining in the sky! Walking home from second shift, Clean cars are wizzing by. There's a light mist in the air That gives me some relief. In the crock *** waits at home Hash and good corned beef. My fingers gnarl and seize, The handle's hard to grip. I hope the boss don't send me home. The kids have a field trip. When the kids get on the bus To travel out of town, I might take a few days off To lay my tired head down. Don't the moonlight look so grand, Shining in the sky. Walking home from second shift, Clean cars are wizzing by. There's a light mist in the air That gives me some relief. In the crock *** waits at home Hash and good corned beef. I am faithful to the work. I don't call in sick. I'm hardworking as a man. The foreman calls me "chick." I never complain about my back. Lord, He knows, I need this job. I can take the stripes they give. Don't give my raise to Bob. Don't the moonlight look so grand, Shining in the sky. Walking home from second shift, Clean cars are wizzing by. There's a light mist in the air That gives me some relief. In the crock *** waits at home Hash and good corned beef.

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC

cecil-miller

Hash and Good Corned Beef

I've borne the heavy load. I've worked all the day. Got two children at the house to feed. Husband's gone away. I've a bunion on my toe, But I've got a corn pad. With a smile upon my face, Swear, it don't hurt so bad. Don't the moonlight look so grand, Shining in the sky! Walking home from second shift, Clean cars are wizzing by. There's a light mist in the air That gives me some relief. In the crock *** waits at home Hash and good corned beef. My fingers gnarl and seize, The handle's hard to grip. I hope the boss don't send me home. The kids have a field trip. When the kids get on the bus To travel out of town, I might take a few days off To lay my tired head down. Don't the moonlight look so grand, Shining in the sky. Walking home from second shift, Clean cars are wizzing by. There's a light mist in the air That gives me some relief. In the crock *** waits at home Hash and good corned beef. I am faithful to the work. I don't call in sick. I'm hardworking as a man. The foreman calls me "chick." I never complain about my back. Lord, He knows, I need this job. I can take the stripes they give. Don't give my raise to Bob. Don't the moonlight look so grand, Shining in the sky. Walking home from second shift, Clean cars are wizzing by. There's a light mist in the air That gives me some relief. In the crock *** waits at home Hash and good corned beef.

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My dictation program has an accent It types out the most unreadable things, When I say something like " my bunion stings", It types back to me about onion rings. There have been embarrassing moments When I was chatting along quite normally. I found myself feeling very thankful That I hadn't been chatting formally. The conversation needn't be special, Nor use any esoteric phrases. But some of the crap this program prints Astounds, stultifies and amazes. It can't be brushed off as an accent thing; My speech is quite non-dialectic. Sometimes it seems that Apple, Inc Wants to render me apoplectic. But, the way it is I have no human beings That I can focus my frustration on When something that company sells at a store Turns me into an unwitting pawn. As it is it's an iPhone and I can't pity it When I hit "send" too fast and seem an idiot. It’s possible I am asking far too much Of the current reach of technology. Even though our phones seem part of us They aren’t really part of our anatomy.

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Dec 2, 2016

Dec 2, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

DICTATION AGGRAVATION

My dictation program has an accent It types out the most unreadable things, When I say something like " my bunion stings", It types back to me about onion rings. There have been embarrassing moments When I was chatting along quite normally. I found myself feeling very thankful That I hadn't been chatting formally. The conversation needn't be special, Nor use any esoteric phrases. But some of the crap this program prints Astounds, stultifies and amazes. It can't be brushed off as an accent thing; My speech is quite non-dialectic. Sometimes it seems that Apple, Inc Wants to render me apoplectic. But, the way it is I have no human beings That I can focus my frustration on When something that company sells at a store Turns me into an unwitting pawn. As it is it's an iPhone and I can't pity it When I hit "send" too fast and seem an idiot. It’s possible I am asking far too much Of the current reach of technology. Even though our phones seem part of us They aren’t really part of our anatomy.

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Overwhelming, bitter, unsteady Alcohol burned my nostrils Wisps of the scent crawling Crawling through my sinuses Lodging in my nervous system Obscuring the thoughts Adhering to the brain Your choice affects me. And though it may seem strange, Such a way of delight enters me When you speak my name. We dance with a dance That is not our own Statistical, recycled, frequent Beer bottles chipped, flutes shattered From slamming against the coffee table. You twirl me towards a wine glass. Blood seeps from the shards Staining crimson, the carpet of facade. Acidic from heel to bunion, Daddy no longer dances.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC

renee2g

Daddy's Dance

Overwhelming, bitter, unsteady Alcohol burned my nostrils Wisps of the scent crawling Crawling through my sinuses Lodging in my nervous system Obscuring the thoughts Adhering to the brain Your choice affects me. And though it may seem strange, Such a way of delight enters me When you speak my name. We dance with a dance That is not our own Statistical, recycled, frequent Beer bottles chipped, flutes shattered From slamming against the coffee table. You twirl me towards a wine glass. Blood seeps from the shards Staining crimson, the carpet of facade. Acidic from heel to bunion, Daddy no longer dances.

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I'm off to see Jenny she's keeping well, just worried about her bunion but she's a brave lass. The way she cares for one and all and carries her mascara, with dreams of being a brunette. not forgetting her penchant for wearing worn designer shoes - she insists on taking to Bournemoth despite stubbing her toe nails, to no ones avail.

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Nov 1, 2013

Nov 1, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC

jo-spencer

Jenny's penchant

I'm off to see Jenny she's keeping well, just worried about her bunion but she's a brave lass. The way she cares for one and all and carries her mascara, with dreams of being a brunette. not forgetting her penchant for wearing worn designer shoes - she insists on taking to Bournemoth despite stubbing her toe nails, to no ones avail.

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She gave this Earth everything she had Poured her heart Her validation Her lusting touch She gave the Earth her all Toes touching deep within the soil Bunion roots pulled in the dirt Head tilted up to the skies she gave this Earth everything she had Stole his heart His validation Exchanged for lusting touches She enveloped the tree blanket forest fur around her Let it seep in, till there was no difference in the ocean and her blood Found strength in a dying population found her life Took it all down with her rise This Earth was everything she had This Earth was everything she was

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Nov 17, 2013

Nov 17, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC

kategoldman

Take This Earth

She gave this Earth everything she had Poured her heart Her validation Her lusting touch She gave the Earth her all Toes touching deep within the soil Bunion roots pulled in the dirt Head tilted up to the skies she gave this Earth everything she had Stole his heart His validation Exchanged for lusting touches She enveloped the tree blanket forest fur around her Let it seep in, till there was no difference in the ocean and her blood Found strength in a dying population found her life Took it all down with her rise This Earth was everything she had This Earth was everything she was

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There once was a man who liked to eat grunion he ate them with ketchup and onion he ate them for lunch he ate a whole bunch he ate so many they gave him a bunion There was a lady who liked to eat cheese but when she ate it she started to sneeze she'd sneeze and she'd cough till her hat would fall off and she developed a terrible wheeze There was a young girl who ate cantaloupe while she rode on the back of an antelope she rode along fine and continued to dine till her antelope tripping, slid down a slope There was a boy who liked mango when he ate it he did the fandango he'd throw out the peels then with a click of his heels he would dance a beautiful tango There was a lady who loved carrots but so did her large group of ferrets if her ferrets were there she had to give them a scare to keep them away from her carrots There once was a man who liked to eat soup but when he did it made his ears droop it was hard to recoup with ears covered with goop but he just couldn't give up his soup There was a young lad who liked waffles Though they made him feel really awful he ate them with butter then he would sputter and develop a terrible cough-ful There was a man who loved to eat stew but when he ate it his face would turn blue it was truly a ghastly hue he looked like he had the flu as if he was sick through and through There once was a lady who liked custard she ate it with pickles and mustard a strange combo, she'll grant since she's not even pregnant when she was asked she'd always get flustered

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC

WingedPoet

Gustatory Limericks (for a Children's Book)

There once was a man who liked to eat grunion he ate them with ketchup and onion he ate them for lunch he ate a whole bunch he ate so many they gave him a bunion There was a lady who liked to eat cheese but when she ate it she started to sneeze she'd sneeze and she'd cough till her hat would fall off and she developed a terrible wheeze There was a young girl who ate cantaloupe while she rode on the back of an antelope she rode along fine and continued to dine till her antelope tripping, slid down a slope There was a boy who liked mango when he ate it he did the fandango he'd throw out the peels then with a click of his heels he would dance a beautiful tango There was a lady who loved carrots but so did her large group of ferrets if her ferrets were there she had to give them a scare to keep them away from her carrots There once was a man who liked to eat soup but when he did it made his ears droop it was hard to recoup with ears covered with goop but he just couldn't give up his soup There was a young lad who liked waffles Though they made him feel really awful he ate them with butter then he would sputter and develop a terrible cough-ful There was a man who loved to eat stew but when he ate it his face would turn blue it was truly a ghastly hue he looked like he had the flu as if he was sick through and through There once was a lady who liked custard she ate it with pickles and mustard a strange combo, she'll grant since she's not even pregnant when she was asked she'd always get flustered

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Spreading my words around like bumble bees with the pollen. Spreading far like the birds when the sea is calling. Spreading throughout your brain like a gentle virus. These words calm you, yet infect you with darkness. A man with out a cause, a man with no applause, as everything he does is littered in flaws. To truly know this man is not an easy task. This man will only show you his mask. He's deep like the great abyss of the ocean. Like it's inhabitants, he's darkness in motion. He's got many layers like the journey through an onion. No mistaking this man for Paul Bunion. His strength is depleted, and will, he has not. What once was a man of life is now merely a robot. Most times he dwells in the man who he believes is broken. Leveled by his peers, his words became unspoken. He used to stand out from the crowd. Now he drifts through it on the cushion of a dark cloud. Negativity is this man's birthright. He will carry that burden until he can no longer stand upright.

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC

joseph-thomson

Carrying the darkness

Spreading my words around like bumble bees with the pollen. Spreading far like the birds when the sea is calling. Spreading throughout your brain like a gentle virus. These words calm you, yet infect you with darkness. A man with out a cause, a man with no applause, as everything he does is littered in flaws. To truly know this man is not an easy task. This man will only show you his mask. He's deep like the great abyss of the ocean. Like it's inhabitants, he's darkness in motion. He's got many layers like the journey through an onion. No mistaking this man for Paul Bunion. His strength is depleted, and will, he has not. What once was a man of life is now merely a robot. Most times he dwells in the man who he believes is broken. Leveled by his peers, his words became unspoken. He used to stand out from the crowd. Now he drifts through it on the cushion of a dark cloud. Negativity is this man's birthright. He will carry that burden until he can no longer stand upright.

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drunken podiatrist face full of feet seated at the reapers’ keep pleated sneakers freak seekers weaker than peeking tweekers needing respite a quiet pine cove beacons alone with disorganized thoughts, sleep evades capture melancholy and fidgety ***** fingers fumble in the needles absentmindedly truffle hunting little piggy, sad and introspective – well-wishers fish for the perfect dish the combination of flavors that will remove pain while creating pleasant inconsequential conversation as no one wants to look at reality even in times of loss …but at what cost? mossy lip gloss tossed plausible pauses cause raw nerve sawing – bunion burns and yellowed toenails curl once again seated in front of the lonely ******* red eyes hide nights of lies to wives despising the rising bile fruit flies dive against spore covered windows cluttered floor acts as a shore against poor ****** and he has the audacity to charge my insurance –

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC

s-lyman-temple

foot Dr

drunken podiatrist face full of feet seated at the reapers’ keep pleated sneakers freak seekers weaker than peeking tweekers needing respite a quiet pine cove beacons alone with disorganized thoughts, sleep evades capture melancholy and fidgety ***** fingers fumble in the needles absentmindedly truffle hunting little piggy, sad and introspective – well-wishers fish for the perfect dish the combination of flavors that will remove pain while creating pleasant inconsequential conversation as no one wants to look at reality even in times of loss …but at what cost? mossy lip gloss tossed plausible pauses cause raw nerve sawing – bunion burns and yellowed toenails curl once again seated in front of the lonely ******* red eyes hide nights of lies to wives despising the rising bile fruit flies dive against spore covered windows cluttered floor acts as a shore against poor ****** and he has the audacity to charge my insurance –

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My smile is my dressing coating the surface a creamy red, spreading over a lettuce bed. But it all pours from a bottle. I’m a chopped onion, protruding as the bunion on my foot/hacked as a computer by an adroit crook. The saddest women smile as if their eyes were cherries. But inside the rounded glossy fruit lies a stone. And once all the flesh is consumed the stone is spitted out like stream from a whale’s spout.

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC

SandyPoet

I’m a Tossed Salad

My smile is my dressing coating the surface a creamy red, spreading over a lettuce bed. But it all pours from a bottle. I’m a chopped onion, protruding as the bunion on my foot/hacked as a computer by an adroit crook. The saddest women smile as if their eyes were cherries. But inside the rounded glossy fruit lies a stone. And once all the flesh is consumed the stone is spitted out like stream from a whale’s spout.

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I saw the smoke from the mountains, Early in the morning sun, Billowing deep from the trees, Where the great mountain beast once was. I saw the smoke from Paul Bunion’s cabin, Rolling up into the sky, So when I climb up there tomorrow, I’ll bring him a great big pie.

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Paul’s Cabin

I saw the smoke from the mountains, Early in the morning sun, Billowing deep from the trees, Where the great mountain beast once was. I saw the smoke from Paul Bunion’s cabin, Rolling up into the sky, So when I climb up there tomorrow, I’ll bring him a great big pie.

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Forget the Baguette, Slumber, in the arms of a Cucumber. Never doubt the Sprout. Don't be mean to the bean. Make drama, when peeling a Banana. Use a heron, to squeeze Your lemon. Feed a grape, to that ape. Carve a kiwi into a kiwi. Stare at at pear. Pretend a spring onion, Is a bunion, but! Don't leave it In your sock. Do the tango, with a mango. Make mashed potato, look like a chateau. Excite a parrot, With a carrot. Is that pea, a she or a he? Whatever! Have tea with that pea, in a teepee. Make rice mice. Don't make a scene, with an aubergine. Take that courgette, to the vet. Visit the planet, that looks like a pomegranate. Dye your boot, with beetroot. Take the lead, when planting your seed. Drink sherry with a berry. See, with glasses made of brocoli. A horse with dapple, loves an apple. Don't play dumb, with a plum.

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC

Nick-Moore

Food for thought

Forget the Baguette, Slumber, in the arms of a Cucumber. Never doubt the Sprout. Don't be mean to the bean. Make drama, when peeling a Banana. Use a heron, to squeeze Your lemon. Feed a grape, to that ape. Carve a kiwi into a kiwi. Stare at at pear. Pretend a spring onion, Is a bunion, but! Don't leave it In your sock. Do the tango, with a mango. Make mashed potato, look like a chateau. Excite a parrot, With a carrot. Is that pea, a she or a he? Whatever! Have tea with that pea, in a teepee. Make rice mice. Don't make a scene, with an aubergine. Take that courgette, to the vet. Visit the planet, that looks like a pomegranate. Dye your boot, with beetroot. Take the lead, when planting your seed. Drink sherry with a berry. See, with glasses made of brocoli. A horse with dapple, loves an apple. Don't play dumb, with a plum.

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