Best Half Pint Poems

what ever is going on
in that joyful
little brain of yours

only six years old
and you’re brimming
with imagination
a vivacious fantasy world
in those big bright eyes
and words spewing out
like an overzealous fountain

a bottomless sense
of giddy humor
a full-blown half-pint comedian



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on November 11, 2018 for STANDARD...

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Moronika ... 
there are whispers a-floating
People say you got a low wattage bulb,
your thoughts be dimly glowing
The ideas you think of
covers a lot of six-year-old territory
Temper tantrums are your cake-and-ice cream first love,
pineapple upside down behavior cherries
Moronika ... 
rumors are spreading, spreading around
Tabloid talk of...

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Remember me, the cool glass milk bottle. I used to sit on your front porch early in the morning.  You could hear me arriving before the sun was up. I am a Bateson Model Dairy milk bottle, beautifully made of thick clear glass. A...

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Swesish Saga

Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips.
She claimed hard labor ruined her hands.
She hated her father.
Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor.
He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand.
He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache.

They met in Vancouver. A brown...

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Riding the quarter slot pony
at Woolworth’s five & dime
Would send this half pint cowgirl
back to another time

I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent
to bring the US mail,
Annie Oakley, with dead eye aim,
shooting lint specks off a nail,

In my games of Cowboy & Indian
everyone would win
The...

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Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip drip drip from a nozzle. Squirt then. Nozzles are not...

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"You know this frigging tooth has been giving trouble since 1918 I can go on no 
longer. For as long as my Name is Mark by God it's coming out bfore the night. I'll go 
down to Shivnan's bar and the good doctor Gaffney will...

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The tale of the high kicking raspberries in two hundred lines of silt and steamed porridge oats.

Keynotes noted kissing keystones keep keystrokes kingly. But kingly is often not associated with kindness, kinship, or kept keepers keeping keys. It is the weeping of a solitary blade...

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Do you love to stand upright for the truth?
Or do you love it more,
bending to lies
At an acute angle forty five

Degrees of false moderation
permits you to have
an unhealthy tolerance for half-pint truth

Do you have a taste
for liquor moral malaise?
If so, be prepared
to be put on...

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Used to call him ‘half-pint’
  He was a sawed-off runt
He’d down his drink in seconds
  Then he’d burp and grunt

Manners had he zero
   He’d grown up down and out
Roughest patch was X-mas Time
   All alone, he’d bawl and pout

But...

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[this was written to celebrate July 2nd, the halfway point of the year]


I've been called...
half pint
half wit
half awake
...and half a dozen other half-baked 
semi-insults that I have
half a mind 
to half-heartedly
ignore

I'm somewhere in the middle now...
mid-career
middle class
middle of the road
excess baggage in my midsection
dodging a...

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??
angels we are
from time to time
we fall 
our wings of Grace
are the smiles 
etched on our face 
in our hearts 
since our first 
mortal day 
interwoven between 
flesh and light 
our reflection of Love's infinitely bright 
our universal dna
smile, for your Soul is what lights...

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Half wits spouting half-measures,
never fully investing
in the future of 
flesh-and-blood commodity — 
You and me

Air head bottlenecks 
spewing half-hearted promises,
full belly lies
Bloated heifers udder scam skim siphoning 
our children’s milk money empty

Half mast, drunken pirate eyepatch guides
vomit heave half-pint integrity
Taking morally challenged parrot plebs 
on...

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Saving yourself seems like the likely thing to do when all of your turmoil comes to fruition
Sitting alone in your Fruit of the Looms enjoying a midnight's poor choice keeping your sanity within an arm's reach
Too bad your judgement is just as faulty as your...

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