Best Ort Poems

The rimpledeeduggs klacklety splatt britly floaming,
Ere flamping drakkurz snazzle at elvitty gloaming;
Yon jamweezy wudderslimps gamwracks smotly crawling,
Hoytaling pagartrimps flotlessly wrothful in bawling!

Beete stell ere yethle flagorns craithen yere eise,
Ort smoothle yourn mithredoons bakk toon codry skize;
Bodryluntz quidups moost stupuddle cudgely pierdax,
And zakkertic flibboots wraithling in...

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I'm Leaving (eventually)

I'm going to leave the planet 
never coming back
wave you all a quick goodbye 
as I vanish into black

Traverse the great elliptic 
skipping the asteroid belt
on past the rings of Saturn before 
you'll even know I'd left

Uranus, Neptune, Kuiper belt 
ignoring Pluto as...

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Eine andere Art
Es ist eine andere Art
der Schönheit, 
wenn mein Finger
über den Bogen deiner Braue fährt.

Dein Ellenbogen zeigt 
mir das versteckte Glück,
das ich schon so oft verloren habe.
Wie ist das Sein in dem Moment, 
wenn ich all die alten Farben in mir vergesse.

Deine Nägel -...

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N otice me when I am in a mood to
   E valuate my every move!
V oice your opinion to
   E scape the wrongdoing.
R eality is never given to you.
  
A nswers are forthcoming when you are proactive.
   L...

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continents apart
unique souls filled with blessings
bless one another
make the globe a better place
encourage love peace joy hope


Turkish

kitalar ayri
Kutsamalarla dolu benzersiz ruhlar
Birbirini korusun
Dünyayi daha iyi bir yer haline getirin
Sevgi baris sevinç umut tesvik


Arabic
alqarrat almubaraka
alqarrat biaistithna'
alnnufus faridat maliyat barakatih
yubarik bedhm albaed
jaeal alealam makanana 'afdal
tashjie alhubb farih salam...

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Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.

Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle 
an jenem stillen Ort.

Die Hoffnung gibt dir Flügel
und leiht dir auch ihr...

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For Paula Swanson's "Beseech" contest:
Prose Poetry Verse:



God has given the moon the stars.
He remains a God beyond the stars!!!
A year or two ago, "Ort" was discovered in space and is where stars are formed - 
yes, new stars born upon the darkest of skies ever...?

This...

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The hunger

Horrendous afternoon, breeze chose to be still
Dilapidated hut in the midst of the hill
Frail and fragile sat she at the threshold
Crying baby in lap about an year old
Both wrapped in rags covering their bony frame
Emaciated and starved, whose game to blame?
Small patch of green...

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His name’s John, but they call him Jack
Got gamblin’ in his veins
He cowboys for the Lazy D
An’ plays cards when it rains

The other thing that’s in his blood
Is women tall or short
He loves ‘em either way it seems
Don’t matter if he ort

One rainy Monday just...

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How do they do It? …….. By Peter Onyancha

I do not know.
They have been hungry for decades
Not an ort, piecemeal patience
The minister said, they should fast!
For the satisfying answer....

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I heard a sound
lilting like reed pipes
wending through air
grown heavy in dusklight
sultry and organic
rising from behind
a pasture heavy with
coarse hairs and droppings
horses and their liquid eyes
shedding winter coats
(and masticated oats)
even they know
they're only scenery
with withers to the wood line
as a shadow rocks
hypnotic rhythm timed
to cicadas...

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Holds 
Each love
Anchored with
Reflections years
Tint

Sweet
Port keeps
All those loved
Cherished 'till time
Ends




... CayCay
March 17, 2019...

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To craft a poem short,
one that cavorts,
holds court,
exhorts,
perhaps retorts
of sort
and not resort
to ***ort:
a sport
that does comport
in support
of a certain forte.


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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's The Art of the Short Poem...

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His name's John, but they call him Jack.
The boy's got gamblin' in his veins.
He cowboys and don't give no slack,
But he plays poker when it rains.

The other thing that's on his mind
Is women, whether tall or short.
He just loves 'em all - either kind,
And it...

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This is the tempature
of what we live like today
feeling the distcomf
ort
and feeling the pain
oh I feel so strange 

rearrange the letters
and believe in faith
live life to others
my hand is hurting 
my head is burning
red and emplaned
without the power



old cold and resold
to an upscale lady
 she’s...

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