Best Shortest Poems
Our elbows collided,
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty,
When I write
with my right.
Requiem
The map to Requiem
Is often long, confused, and composed
By differing charters...Also
Too layered to sort. So many movements!
Even the very shortest of lives
Could story a magnum opus
When tracked to its core.
A Requiem for one elderly
Could fill an orchestra’s entire concert
Season of song!
The roads to a Requiem
Course singularly in God’s memory,
Fully in the graces of his harmony.
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(c). Sally Young-Eslinger 9/1/2020
With help from Antonio Vivaldi
***Thank be to God!
Broken promises
Makes noose
feels regret
Pay Day
Wayhayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
I don't mind being alone, as long as You are always with me.
Best One Liner
July 13, 2016
Strange but true…even
After… all these years that I’m
Still in love with you
for the shortest while, eternal,
as an enigma
of the epitome
of quiet beauty...
dewy, white petals
as its oblation,
its gratitude,
its prayer...
as it beams and blooms,
as it worships the sky - -
sampaguita, fragrant,
eternal, for the shortest while.
There was a tall strongman called Tony; he lived in
the tallest storey building, in a lulu town known as
Lorry Town. He always spat down at people and
coltishly belittled the skies, because; the sky almost
shook hands with his tall storey building. One day,
his storey building got bleeding tired of his
arrogant pomposity and crushed him down while
asleep, to slave for those whom he took as pigs
and pits.
The end
The shortest day of the year
Winter solstice cold icy air
Nibble at my skin
Dec. 21st two thousand ten
It’s cold in the south
Overseas in Europe, mammoth snowfalls
Hundreds of planes grounded
And thousands of people marooned
It’s wet in the California
Heavy rains, flood lands
Take over sundry homes, folks wading waters
Cars congested, mired traffic
In the winter chaos
A lunar eclipse spectacular
Captured the minds of countless
Won’t chance again till Dec. 10th 2011
HUG'M NOW
Brian Johnston
October 16, 2015
Poet's Note:
This is the personal tag on my car here in California. It is also my philosophy of life. Ha!
Since the shortest distance between two points
Is always going to be a straight line,
Then which direction should you bend your joints,
When you start looking for the exit sign.
Where you are, right now, is where you begin
Down the road towards where you want to be.
If you do not move, where will you be then,
When the lost time is all that you can see.
Keep moving forward, and then you will find
The joy in the progress that you have made.
Measure the distance, when you look behind,
Then, focus on the path that has been laid.
So, keep moving forward to reach your goal,
Successfully satisfying your soul.