Best Fewest Poems

Spring is rain, covered in rain.
Blooming flowers and sinus pain.
Need a jacket? Or break a sweat?
No one knows, you take that bet.

Summer is a dreadful time.
Clothing options are borderline crime.
Kids are a bored, dirty mess.
Every bug is in excess.

Autumn has the perfect weather,
And plenty a...

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Mine is but a sad tale
             Cut off and rendered pale 
             Taken down for better things 
   ...

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To the God of Poetry

Reclining now, I beg of thee!
But one fervent wish....
That from my pen always flows,
My very heart, my blood and my
very living soul.

Thou art not happy with a shopping list!
Nor, when in frustration, I have
nothing to say?
So I pull any words from...

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Silence is an art
Not mastered by all. 
The secret is to keep your mouth shut,
Even when your universe is in chaos,
To scream with your eyes,
But never your throat,
To write all your thoughts,
Instead of voicing them,
To make them think,
With the fewest words,
That you’ve bared your soul,
To...

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O burgeoning soul of sweet things 
   mellowed to summer's surge,
   with autumn's dim appraisal
   loitered to a final song of ditties,
       the oozes of eve ferment 
     ...

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Into a Parish Priest.

Horn has always worked the hardest

At trying to become an blowhard artist

And a great poet he soon became

To find all of his fortune and fame.


God as great as He always has been,

Wasn't sure where he should begin

Regarding making Horn more poetic

Whose appeal...

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Amateur poetry season is over, move closer, its wisdoms time for disclosure,
The takeover, sober, waging raging kosher words….….. Transferred,  
ABC’s with wise syntax, heard and dispersed to the brains synapse, 
Jumping the gaps, from axon to dendrite with inner insight, so go write,
From higher...

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Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing...

... among the fewest fondest words
     conjuring up simple, sparkling joys
      in a seemingly pointless pastime
       when the whole world of waged work
  ...

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in order to get back to Eden to live on top of the world
there are a few things from God which need to be heard

here in America in the democratic land of milk and honey
African-Americans are disproportionate when it comes to power and money
our healthcare...

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The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish prophecy foretells
sunny weather on Candlemas
means a long winter.

The tradition is recounted in this poem:
As the light grows longer
The cold grows...

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Groundhog day 2021 - Tuesday, February 2nd

Coincides with astronomy's cross-quarter day,
marking the midpoint between
winter solstice and spring equinox,
which will occur at 5:37 AM on
in Northern Hemisphere
Saturday, March 20.

Small consolation old man winter
spans fewest days
of all four seasons,
especially when massive nor'easter
predicted today January 31st, 2021
including within...

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A methylated river flows
Through the verdant hills
It suffocates the pastures 
It maculates the mills

Its waters burn and blister
They torturously bend
To Tartarus below
They slavishly descend

I only hear the torrent
On certain times of year
When days are counted fewest
And Death is reckoned near...

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Temporary nirvana (albeit elusive),
nonetheless I strive to access
attaining bliss mine soul bless
exceeding exhilaration winning
(with fewest moves against

deadly opponent) bittersweet game,
where life analogous playing chess
mortality embraced hesitantly, I confess
gnarled, knotted, pitted... old fingers
wrinkled mottled flesh doth dress

unavoidable senescence
upon body politic mortality doth express,
though severely myopic,
yours truly...

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Why do we think… me, me, and me?
Why can’t we even try to see?
Don’t we know it’s all about we?
First we should tend the sick and dying.
Then we need feed the starving and poor.
It’s really not about who can have more.
Truly… it’s about all safe...

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Disease Communicable Horn Haiku

Irreversible,
Disease Communicable;
And despicable.

You can call this Poem 
a five word Horn Haiku.

James Horn

Wonder what the fewest known
words haiku is. Will work on it....

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