Best Shortcut Poems
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Hiding in the shadows, there
at the corner of my eye,
I am slowly made aware
there is someone else nearby...
"Who is that?!" I bellow then,
"Hiding in the shadows there?"
"I've no use for boogeymen!",
I yell into empty air.
One more sheepish peek I dare,
feeling harebrained to have thought,
hiding in the shadows, there
was some scare that there was not....
But my heart begins to race
when that cursed glance I spare,
suddenly reveals a FACE
hiding in the shadows there!
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I thought I knew a shortcut, a quick way through the wood
But I fear I missed a turning, for I knew not where I stood.
Unfamiliar and oppressive, which way should I go
Trees I'd never seen before, tracks I didn't know.
It was late in the afternoon, the light was getting dim
I was lost and frightened, panic was setting in.
Then I heard a barking dog, I thought maybe a farm
If I head in it's direction then I should be safe from harm.
I found myself before a wall, It had a mighty gate.
I loudly rapped upon it, it was dark and getting late.
The gate it slowly opened, and there a figure stood.
I cried "thank God I found you,I was lost deep in the wood."
"Then I heard your dog, as he barked and barked again"
He bade me in to meet his hound, saying "Cerberus was it's name."
Oh the relief I felt, my anxiety it now eased
Glad to have his company, I was feeling rather pleased.
He beckoned so I followed, down a darkened track
I could hear the creaking gate as it closed behind my back.
I was feeling nervous now, for the figure hardly spoke
I felt it getting warmer, there was the acrid smell of smoke.
We headed to an entrance, from whence came an orange glow.
I thought, ah that's why it's so warm, there's a fire on the go.
I said, "Sir I'd like to thank you, it was kind to take me in"
He said, "what is this you speak of, you're here to answer for your sins"
"Do you not see the flames, can you not smell the smoke,
You're about to enter Hades," laughing as he spoke.
"No I cried I was lost, this was not my fate"
He said, "your soul belonged to me, once you knocked upon my gate"
He said, "But let us wager, let us have a bet
You set off running, then I'll release my pet.
'If you outrun Cerberus, my three headed hound
He will not cross the gate, for he guards the underground.
Off I set running, my feet were but a blur
I had to beat this hellhound, this slavering demonic cur.
I reached the gate, I staggered through, then fell upon the ground
I turned, the gate was closing, there stood the baying hound.
Then I saw the signpost showing me the way,
I heard the devil laughing, he'd had his fun today..
I'm in a hurry,
Don't know why,
Have no appointments,
Don't plan today to die,
So what's the rush?
It's the American way
Get it done...
That very day!
I guess other peoples
Think we're weird
Perhaps we are,
Or maybe over-steered
Let's hurry up,
Finish this,
Get on with that,
Somehow we hope
To pull time from a hat
Worst sinners New Yorkers,
We work while we sleep
Always pondering
Some problem deep
Must be solved
Before the next sunrise
Or we've failed
In our own eyes.
the path still serves well
it continues to define
the Beauty Unsung
Forest heavy with illusion
It's for the best that
You stay in seclusion
In the middle of nowhere
Left with a suitcase of riddles
No clue and no cab fare
Just beware
Of the overbearing strangeness
Don't doubt the range
Of his overshadowing greatness
I must say it's quite impressive
A little expensive for my expenses
What do you expect from expert sentences
Engineered, constructed
Using unorthodox sciences
I'm allergic to a girl called Pandora
I need a tissue box for my sinuses...
When one,
Unselfishly, has learned to love,
The shortcut to heavens, has he
Certainly found!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 November 2015
This season, the Easter Bunny was running late.
He made a bad decision that sealed his fate.
Nobody can say that his choice was good.
He took a shortcut through a low-income neighborhood.
Some young hood carrying a switchblade knife,
put an end to the fabled Easter Bunny’s life.
That was very tragic and not at all funny.
He was hopping through the slums without any money.
That was the tragic end of the poor Easter Bunny.
February 28, 2013
The optic nerve is the longest nerve in the body,
But its really just a message carrier to the brain,
Where sight is actually seen.
The ear, on the other hand,
Is the on-ramp for music,
Leading down the higway,
Directly to the soul.
I was supposed to give birth
But my unborn
Found a way
To avoid the world
As we know it
Under the scars
Meanings are rumbling
That I can no longer hear
The beat of my heart
The Shortcut
By Elton Camp
Curtis is confident of his ability to navigate
At finding the best shortcut, he sure is great
He never wants to take the long way around
When a more efficient route can be found
He was running late one day when driving
To avoiding being tardy, he was striving
If direct through the mountains he could pass,
Curtis would save lots of time & gallons of gas
A little-used pathway he happened to see
He said, “That looks like a better way to me.”
Just as had been Curtis’ expectation
It started out in the correct direction
The road began to grow narrow and steep
So he cut his speed way down to a creep
Ever upward the shorter route went
Until it became a terribly scary ascent
To the right was a solid wall of stone
Left was a cliff and he would be gone
For him to turn around, there was no way
Quite embarrassed, Curtis had this to say
“For once, I believe I’ve made a blunder.
I sure hope it doesn’t put me six feet under.”
Peyton, a thirteen year old boy
Looks on, pose for a photo;
He’s in for a test with sound health
Going to rejoin school
After long break for crucial treatment
And awesome wait
After the heart transplant;
He looks like a young man of thirty
Peyton, a boy from Ohio near Cincinnati;
Pure in heart, courageous and innocent,
Enters the waiting car for school
And at this all take heart.
But in about two hours
A fresh bud droops lifeless
In spite of all medical aids!
Suffering from birth
Without ever tasting good health really
Without reaching the school afresh
Peyton leaves the earth ever unready!
Born with a heart impaired
He had undergone many surgeries
Remained always under medication
Yet never losing his heart,
He was titled “Warrior Heart!”
In spite of steering life in alert
He always remained joyous
In spite of huge health hazards
Over the years;
He often cracked jokes and played
If not in a hospital or sick-bed then.
Dying he didn’t die till Derek de facto died in accident
.To donate his heart as arranged by his parents
After his death;
Derek relived with his heart;
Peyton’s heart lived while he was gone.
Was it not a great irony of fate
That when he seemed to regain health
His heart would sink
Denying the faith of the optimist?
Could the boy ever know in the heart of his hearts,
Refreshed as he was with a new heart
That the indwelling spirit would reject
The gift transplanted?
With a child’s innocence
He must have failed to guess
The severity of the design
Of the indwelling spirit.
Courage, patience, perseverance and joyousness
Which the boy had exhibited throughout his life
Proves that he was watched
And helped by some angel
Throughout his life’s journey.
An Indian would perceive it
The result of Karma of earlier lives
A short cut route to reach the goal
As for him the Divine designed.
Oh the jewel of a son divine designed!
Suffering yet enjoying life
You taught us how to suffer
And yet win over it.
Welcome to hell Silent Professionals
Welcome to hell
It's where freedom don't ring her bells
It's where the Seals don't ring the bell
It's where we kill everything and send it to hell
Welcome to hell Recon
Welcome to hell
It's where the freedom don't ring her bells
It's where the Seals don't ring the bell
It's where we kill everything and send it to hell
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Shredded and malformed
No longer me
maybe i never was
The lone survivour living in the world of the undead
Feeling no connectiion to the world around
Staring at marshmallow clouds as they shrug at my existence
The brain using my eyes to find some redemption
for the sin that is my life
Cursing my tears
Pain that never falters
and joy that is never born
looking for the answer without question
Life the only shortcut to death
Am i Gods ugly secret
or just human
If we are all parts of the sum
Then my sympathy lies with you all
I found a shortcut and I was excited beyond belief
My husband was horrified, this shortcut gave him grief
I was taking a trip right through the most dangerous place in Chicago
But I am not a prissy, frightened stuck-up woman, I do not do Mar-a-largo
My husband begged me to never take this shortcut again.
Naturally, I ignored his craziness, but kept my secret in.