Short Smugly Poems
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There once a dare devil named Dan
smugly swung with only one hand
forgot and let go
of the rope in tow
sank in a thick pool of quicksand.
I've long wanted to see
myself in truth's light,
the wrong and the right,
but fear scares me so,
pride boastfully says no,
so smugly smirking I go.
What kind of jaded, jackass jerk'll
ask smugly with a smile and smirkle,
diagonals to think upon,
and an inscribed polygon,
while gazing on a split-up circle.
You need not remind me of my mortality,
The evidence is reflected in the mirror.
But then you smugly preach about morality,
Come back down to Earth, maybe you'll see things clearer.
8/29/2023
Ah~ write couplets, and no, nothing more.
Then~ prance smugly out my front door?
No, no, I just cannot do simply that!
Will be crazed as a hatter, who lost his hat!
Pray, do not rush time,
Sit smugly on the saddle
and enjoy the ride;
Just let it set its own pace,
Let it graze or run the race.
~"Syllables of Wisdom 3 contest by Silent One
And I thought I was the chosen one... WRONG
Someone else was ahead of me in the line all along
This disturbeth me muchly
Someone more smugly
Thought I was the smugeth ahead of the throng
Believe it or not, salt's been around forever
Used to preserve food, those Romans were clever
Walked around smugly
Their skies were sunny
Salt shakers on their tables, even at McDonald's
A guy goes into a drugstore to buy some condoms
'Do you want a bag?”cashier asks not seeing a problem
“No she's not THAT ugly!”
He answered smugly
Using his billiards experience, the last shot he caromed
A guy goes into a drugstore to buy some condoms
'Do you want a bag?” cashier asks not seeing a problem
“No, she's not THAT ugly!”
He answered smugly
Using his billiards experience, the last shot he caromed
SMART ALECK
Smugly
Ugly
CRAZY MINION
Wacky
Lackey
CRAMMED BRIEFCASE
Obese
Valise
GOOD FRIEND
Lover
Cover
BAR-HOPPING
Beaver
Fever
written September 4, 2021
Shadorma Poems (the climate)
Icy blue
Sky… a deep freezer
Zephyr gone
Cold wind rules
We have had our summer time
Spring is a new hope.
Pale is sun
The king lost his crown
Fall of pride
Power failed
And La Luna smugly smiles
Fear of the king gone.
Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?
Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;
Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.
Trust me,it won't happen again !
Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?
Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;
Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.
Trust me,it won't happen again !
You should not have paid that she said.
Smugly. Haughtily. In a mean unkind ugly way.
I gave her my famous straight-lined smile.
The one I reserve for my enemies.
I would not have bought that, she told me.
Stuck up, aggressively, in a nasty, despicable way.
I did not even hear her this time.
She had ceased to be a part of my world now.
Witness the folly of the yammering crowd
Those that speak smugly and those that speak loud
Spitting out syllables the live long day
With nothing to show and nothing to say
A chorus line of mechanical mouths
A bevy of bores from the north to the south
Wherever you go they're standing beside us
Let's pray that they all catch laryngitis
I am the president of the Proliferating Society he told me smugly.
What do you do? I asked.
He thought for a bit. “We prolificate things”.
“Like what?”
We are currently prolificating private eyes.
Where do you prolificate them to?
We do not prolificate them to places, we just prolificate them.
Sounds like fun, I said. “Sign me up”, not really meaning it.
ALL TALK
Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?
Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;
Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.
Trust me,it won't happen again !
re-post inspired by Lewis's contest
So God asked me smugly, “How did you
find the life I fashioned one for you?”
“Not very colorful, Sire,” I decried.
“My wife was homely and dull
My kids, mediocre and drab
I slogged, I struggled feeling ever gray.
An uneventful life. Unconditionally normal.
Methinks, you did a gross injustice by me.”
“Oh, shut the … whining,” God boomed.
“Just go back and get a life!”
The Buddha casts no shadow
smugly seated at high noon’s
forever present moment
a ripple-less façade placidly
ignoring its turmoil filled depth
masked in fates saturnine smile
a somber stoic’s silent grin
mocking the wind blown leaves
amused by time’s chaos
plumply sated in his idyll
disconnected from all things
the Buddha casts no shadow
John G. Lawless
©12//23/2018
Coffee on the go.
Only nine dollars.
Plus tax, which brings it up to sixteen dollars.
Plus a tip for pouring it, so wave your twenty good-bye.
In the seventies, we could feed a family of eight for a week on twenty dollars.
A great deal, my millennium daughter told me smugly.
Obviously she is too well educated to have ever made
A quarter an hour to babysit seven children like we used to.
The smoke is rising
On the far horizon
The Eastern skies are aglow
With the countless fires,
Of funeral pyres
In numbers we cannot know,
Strange fires indeed
That burn for the need
Of oxygenated air.
And we, who stand so far away,
Are still left cold, and smugly say,
“We are here, and they are there.”
But it’s fools who stand and look on blind
At the smoke that’s carried on the westward wind.
© Barry Freeman 5th May 2021
A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?
An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".
Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?
The Principle of Seed Sowing
By: Miracle Man
1-24-2019
Many endeavor to exist,
By mooching fruits from others.
Smugly sharing yours,
When they have their druthers.
But there's a lesson in life,
They don't seem to grasp.
Feeling entitled is an attitude,
From which they must unclasp.
An attitude of entitlement,
Means they've taken a knee.
But “You can't reap the fruit,
Without first planting the tree.”
EMILY
COME, SIT BY ME
Emily--
Come,
Sit by me --
We’ll watch the singing chicks of starlings searching --
Searching--hopping through the plucky dawn as the blue jumps from the sky--
Never finding the treasure sought that nestles smugly under the next stone.
dedicated to Emily Dickinson