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[Brevette form]
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette.
Written 30 Oct 2020
A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.
A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of beginnings of
my reckonings.
Ostensibly,
I cannot travel back in time,
or I would be
there dancing, not making rhyme.
Oh, can it be
the parks and wooded spots I knew
now withering -
will cease to be when I am through?
Except in dreams!
Were folks and my old haunts the same
revisited,
then on no stone would live my name.
BREVITY – the soul of wit
One was red, one was blue
the pair - a sneaker and a shoe
so he laughed as he retold
the story given him by mother
that his brother wore the other.
John G. Lawless
7/7/2015
submitted to – Brevity – The Short Of It – poetry contest
sponsor – Casarah Nance
The Wake Of Sadness, In Youth's Brevity
Vagaries of wondrous youth I so miss
Sunset, its purple hues, her tender kiss
Bacon and fried eggs, waking to dawn's gold,
Sweet things one remembers when getting old.
Warm fires, those heavenly campfire nights
Love's delights when making up after fights;
Rose garden and gleaming glamorous reds
Morn's happiness when rose from our night bed
Voice beckoning me to give longer hugs
"I Love You", you put on our coffee mugs.
Such dear things, deepest treasures I now hold
Romance tales, I feel must be retold.
Alas! Youth flies away and does not last
Yet greatest of treasures lie in our past.
Robert J. Lindley, June 23rd, 1998
Sonnet, ( Memories, Treasures Held)
words are not just words
thoughts expressed
in thought
in speech
in action
some are full of thoughts
beginning before words
just to remain thoughts
never see the light of day, or...
others are voice
continuation of thought
of thoughts not thought
of thoughts thought, and finally...
then there are actions
continuation of voice and thought
from thoughts voiced
from thoughts not voiced, but…
the end of thought speech and action
is the action?
© Charles H Keys, 2011. All Rights Reserved
Her kisses were glacial...honest
she devoured every star on which she rode.
At times, amber spirits would peal the veneer
expose the pulp of her mind so scarred.
One night the shine sprinted from her grasp,
living dullened that wild horse stride.
She curled up in my heart palm,
Wilted and worn-like a scorched flower.
Slashed by the lightning streaks of life...
Told me she was frightened of it all.
At times she wished to be weak, ( to sow strength?)
To be legless, aimless( to polish the stride of her wandering being?)
Just before her end she evolved back into a girl
Her heart became a cloud high paper wall,
On which everyone scribbled their hate...
Good enough to be used but not good enough to be loved.
Nobody loved her like I did. Nobody.
without condition
without restrictions
I treated her like a glass butterfly
built a path of flowers.
She shattered under the weight of life.
She was a powerhouse and weakness defined
a rainbow of disease
buckled
but
complete...in this brevity called her life.
R.I.P
K.P
I lay on the bed puffing and panting
Couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard I tried
I twisted and turned, oh how my stomach ached
When will this pain be over - I can hardly take any more
With one last push ……
I got the zipper of my new jeans done up!
Brevity Contest – Sponsor Casarah Nance
07~07~15
Brevity—Quick Changes
A brown-eyed girl named Sue;
Loved to wear dresses blue.
On the first day of school she saw a girl she knew
Who stated, “That dress color is not suited for you.”
Next morning she wore a dress of grey;
She could not wait to hear what others say.
A classmate shouted, “Red would look good on you. Grey is passé.”
Concerned about what next might be said,
She thought of her dress with bright cloth of red.
Still caught in a quandary,
She searched dirty laundry.
And found what she had,
Proudly she chose a favorite plaid.
The last of the cortege had shuffled quietly away
leaving him alone to face the first of countless days
bending, threw one more handful of soil into the pit
a final act of closure after that it would be it
at the kitchen table head on hands with empty stare
half eaten cheese sandwiches not going anywhere
a life so rich in memories once so clear now just a blur
phone rang as he gazed down and saw the number
it was her
submitted to –'Brevity – The Short Of It ' contest
sponsor – Casarah Nance
Viv Wigley 8th July 2015
In the blink of an eye,
and the kink of a stye,
or the filibustering sigh
of a speaker,
the clock rolls its hands
to the sounds of big bands,
as the hand of time grows weaker
Levity/ brevity merge into one, storm’s
darkening clouds; sun’s briefly shone;
We really must hurry, just don’t have
the time, for kissing and cooing, or a sweet
sixty nine.
Pull back the sheets quickly,
clothes we’ll keep on;
the missionary position, can be quite fun.
But do keep it short, best not drag it out;
the quicker we cum, the sooner we’re out!
100 wds Written for Brevity contest 7/7/15
The Mexican Cock stands tall when the hens are around,
Glancing, strutting and pecking his corn off the hot ground.
Cock a doodle doo, says he
Do you want to marry me?
Off he goes into the chicken coup
While the chicks tiptoe around his poop
He puffs his chest out and basks in the shade
Waiting on the pick of the day to lay
Her eggs to keep the ranch worthwhile
Because there is only one gallo
This BREVITY poem I wrote was for Casarah Nance's
contest. Closed already! So printing my poem anyway
I love my job,
I really do.
Even though my hours are long
and the benefits are sometimes few.
I make the coffee for the crew,
and a zillion other things
for them I do.
Jobs are important!
So I'll hold on to mine,
because never again do I want
to stand in the unemployment line.
Sometimes I feel unappreciated,
in this job I've been given.
But I know as a wife and mother
it's the best kind of livin'
However, at times, I YELL,
"Enough! Enough! Enough!"
And to my husband I say,
"Here, you change your son's diaper.
I'm finished for the day."
"The children are all fed,
and your wife is going to bed!"
.
My fourth concussion
and first skull fracture
were my known’s destruction.
Was nearly a decade when
hindsight saw grief factored
into the garbled map
where I tried to track
the me I yesterday knew.
Cognitive skills impaired,
career derailed, finances
math whipped, emotions
and thoughts just blurred passes
as headaches score and scar.
My acceptance bends and bleeps ~~~
how to befriend pain’s trend …..
when my life's held in its reign?
It’s hard enough finding my name
behind all an accident changed.
... CayCay Jennings
December 27, 2018
You who think
should be succinct.
Gravity Brevity
If brevity matters, dreams race swift than nightmares to catchup,
No muck and mire, no festering around, nothing to patch up,
A soloist than an orchestra, focus on one than all,
Critiques take a high note to second guess, a rise from a fall,
To explode in verse, implode to a terse form, worst or better,
A full platter, gluttonous matter, honey from hive, sweeter.
2019 September 29
*1st Place*
Brevity Poetry Contest No More Than Six Lines
~~Caren Krutsinger