Best Mini Poems
Dive right in, come one and all, into the mini-me of a microcosmic mall,
Protons and electrons in a balanced brawl, with neutrons standing tall…
Quarks and leptons hide within, dancing with the atom upon their spin,
All this within my sudorific skin, shaking hands with my cosmic kin…
Amidst the infinite multiverse, we are fragile fractals in quantum reverse,
Through mini black holes we disperse, as particles of light, we immerse…
The very small can be very big, as you’ll find out in a dimensional dig,
Infinitesimal of a tiny twig, all atoms roaming in their galactic gig…
A minuscule minut micro mass, all exist within a gigantic goliath gas,
Observing with the looking eye-glass as the universe in me comes to pass.
July.10.2019
The Miniverse Poetry
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
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Mini-World
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Meadows evergreen, streams which roar;
Singing sitting on trees, flying high birds.
Dense dark woods— old lions growl;
The wild pastures, leopards race.
I own a moon, sun, stars, and a sky,
And I can summer in winter, and spring after summer.
Tens of thousand, big busty, in rows,
My wives, milking buffaloes in long herds.
Winning women-singers,
And blind old musicians attend my court;
In winters’ long nights,
Sing the old fairy-story-songs, a young shepherd’s wooing his beloved.
I visit the folks living afar, in dusk;
They serve us tea, present the swords- dance.
O my Lord in the heavens! O Lord of the lords!
Allow me!
I own— that Mini-World!
Let me begin by declaring
a well known cliche:
our skin does not define us,
nor does our place of birth
define our worth.
And yet we are scattered
across the globe,
sometimes whole oceans,
separating us.
We see countless borders
that man has made
serving the purpose
of temporal order.
And what a fickle creature
is this race of Man.
With flags speared into the sand,
time and time again.
You wonder what it's all coming too,
to what possible end?
Taking ganders at the past,
looksies at the ancient,
never hurt a soul.
If we don't know the origins
how can we hope to devise a goal?
Some say these lines in the sand
divide us so - but is this true?
Does it not show respect for your fellow man:
your way is not my own,
but, please, if you will,
let me share my truth
and you do the same.
I believe in the Sovereignty of Nations,
the Allegiance of mini-Kingdoms.
I believe that Charity, however well spun, with the best of intentions,
cannot be coerced with sticks and stones,
that archaic method - it must be written on our hearts,
on our very souls. Not in the Manuscripts of Man
will you find such power as the one pumping in our veins.
To Salvation's Sky, to our Savior's Loving Stare,
Rules and Regulations will never take us there.
Legislated Robbery does not compassion make,
for it only serves to pin
Neighbor against Neighbor,
Gender against Gender.
How can human freedom be so readily forsaken
with the perilous pens of other fallible men?
We are One People,
One Race, flying the
banner of peace and love.
No one desires war,
no one willingly
looks for discord.
And yet here we are:
fighting battles
that none can afford.
The chaos of the earth
is the collective reflection
of the Human Heart.
If you want change to occur
that's a fine place to start.
NOTE: I like to think of myself as a hardcore libertarian with a strong moral fiber. I don't always agree with the absurd antics of others, but recognize that people have a right to make their own bad decisions.
MINI VACATION
sweetness of four days
off in a row
to pitter, to dream, to combat
the clutter and dust, even the walls
how have i missed that? to dream
on paper with dot to dots, morse
code – oh, help-me-not! so relaxed
like a mini vacation 24/7 – no rush
the slow grind of coffee beans –
taking moment to filter the smell through
my nose, the ah and ah, having time
on my side. the interlude of grands
their giggle girl laughs, rolling eyes,
oh – their sweet hugs, i can’t buy
and the birthday of a g-son too far
away – hope he had fun, a good one!
a lone pink cloud comes into sight
brimming at the window’s corner,
more of pink and lavender, like
eyelid shades. it’ going to be a pretty day,
my last day before work calls my name.
the wall of books surround me, poetry
of course – Langston Hughes, Carl Sandburg;
Unsinkable and even Little House On The Prairie
and first season of Downton Abbey – lotsa
chattering in that one (missing Poldark)
and just a scintilla of news, only a tiny bit
ah, yes, a vacation of sorts. and the best part –
visiting my folks, a day trip – asking my dad
questions that prompt his eyes to light up.
and to inundate me with so many details –
of water holes near the tracks, of Bethel Island,
of not eating ever, as he recalls in his childhood
memory sleepy state. a movie with mom.
perhaps an Oscar for LaLa Land. two great
big hugs as i leave. i needed this week!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Short but meaningful
Let it be a hideaway
Full with fresh and serene thoughts
Away from the ever evolving changes!
Brief, I know though memorable
A stint stay swayed in my heart
From lingering homesickness
Stationary until it is dynamic again!
Emptying my mind
Is what I needed most!
Finally you reach heaven
after all these years
of trying to live right
following the basic precepts
of decency and humanity
You weren't sure
what to expect
but you're pleasantly surprised
by the surroundings
It's hard to describe
being so amazing, stupendous
It's a delight to survive
in this kingdom of lusciousness
where everything is delicious,
the utmost supreme -----
Endeavors materialize without
any stress or strife
Perfectly structured to make
one feel divine, elated
to be part of the celestial.
Vicious storms rolled through... we got sopped
Played Mini-Golf dancing between the raindrops
A fun time for all
Swatting the wee ball
Came in last but still came out feeling on top
DREAMS AND MINI BEAUTY QUEENS
Held hostage in yards of lace and taffeta, they stand stiff and poised.
Exhibiting a collage of
rhinestones and sequins sewn meticulously amongst every
frill and ruffle they rigidly
parade the stage.
This gala event of frenzied competition - the infamous
kiddie beauty pageant
Wearing pasty concrete smiles,
lost in confusing, tangled webs of lipstick and lollipop pops,
cheering and cheerios .
Moving with “Stepford” precision
motivated by soda pop,
sugar cubes and wildly
animated antics of off-stage parents.
A glitzy glamorous grownup world
of poise and fashion while
at war with a pesky tooth fairy.
Feeling one way but
primed to act another.
Behind false lashes,
coiffed hair, plastic teeth
the true innocent soul emerges.
Missed naps, fatigue,
the looming possibility of failure
guilt and disappointment
leaving trails of raccoon eyes,
and tear stained powder streaked faces.
Encouragement or exploitation?
A lesson in mastering self expression and confidence
or a lesson that true self-worth
dependant upon one’s physical appearance?
One must ask what true values are being taught.
Played a round of mini golf today
Hot and sunny, too hot to play
Too much sun got me
Curtailed my glee
Poor old duffer, please send a bouquet
Sexiest Legs Ever In Her Short Mini-skirt
Sexiest legs ever in her short mini-skirt,
new teacher's sexy appeal made we young boys hurt.
Sixty-nine and seeing more was a young lad's dream
we were all on that dedicated lust-filled team.
Three fantastic female teachers, each broke the mold
we were still naive young boys at fifteen years old.
Our sexual desires were programmed in too deep
O' what dreams we had in our fitful sex-crazed sleep!
Looking back, our lives were eager learning curves then
we knowing much but not yet able bodied men.
Magical thoughts of passionate nights interludes
with those young sexy new teachers, none were old prudes.
Our childish little lusting thoughts, trash to be burned.
Big changing world too big, so much to be learned.
R.J. Lindley,
July 13th, 1979
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Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Lines: 20 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 129
Note-- In 1969, our school had three new teachers, fresh from college
hired to teach. Each one was not only drop dead gorgeous but each one
dressed sexy and wore short, short mini-skirts a couple days a week.
We freshmen, most 15 years old, a few at 16 -all were put into a frenzy
and often found it hard to walk to the chalkboard when called to do a math problem..
Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)
My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
I saw every thing waltz to and fro and lightly shake
Bottles turned ballerinas dancing slightly to the quake
I watched glass decors on the walls quiver and jolt
Scaredy me was half asleep, no wonder didn't bolt
I thought I was dreaming or imagining things
My bed and chairs converted into gentle swings.
All vials and vases
jiggled to dance a jig
The lil horrors over
So I cast humor's wig
Ah when began rattling, the knick knacks on my dresser
Was when it dawned upon me in horror
That this was really an early dawn tremor.
I phoned some friends but those early risers
Hadn't even noticed or felt those tremors
I bet they thought I was spreading false rumours
After all poets are stereotyped as fanciful philosophers.
My cell phone keypad became my panic button in a flurry
Of course I wanted all to be alerted, alarmed in worry
Nobody believed me until it was announced in our mosque
And every body was then called by muezzin to pray the signs prayers
Then every body knew the tremor was no hoax
Some patted me for being the first to notice this shaking of earthly layers
Of course I thanked God this was no major earthquake
I've heard in other places how terribly the earth can crack and shake
Who else but God could I owe my heartfelt gratitude
For this being my 2nd low power tremor in magnitude
As it measured low on the Richter scale
based on the seismic waves' amplitude
But the earth was shaken and I too was shaken
No pics of the shivering axis were taken
Todate runs down my spine such a shiver
On recalling how the mother earth did quiver
I have seen videos of earthquakes where the earth juggles things
like a salt shaker
May God protect us from such a waker and breaker
water rills
leaves drifting lively -
liquid gold
* - "water rills" ... decorative canals where water flows through
You gave me a ring that I might wear upon a finger.
A commitment of the highest order, asking
that I pledge all my remaining years.
Seriously?
~TH~
Hey, look at this electronic gift!
Isn't it a jiffy?
It's my mother's cool, petite laptop!
Chocolate kiss mini-pies
Hershey’s sweet surprise
A flaky sugary-crust
With Chocolate lust
Mint flavors that hide
Wrapped inside
Gooey!
November 9, 2014