Best Tweets Poems
I, too, dislike poems.
I’ve tried runes (and rampikes)
but that’s affected
rather than merely effete.
So I call them
figments.
When people query
What do you write?
at a barbecue or birthday party
I say soliloquies,
fractals,
fragments.
Self-similarities,
singularities,
sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series,
three dimensional triangles, spheres
and differential equations,
fractured fairy tales,
Rocky and Bullwinkle,
rectal impactions.
On the other hand,
bits, bots, bytes
remnants, scrap, earth
gobs of phlegm in grains of sand,
shards of glass in a slice of hell,
hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face
sub-atomic particles, cell organelles,
chunks of energy, cookie crumbs,
rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts,
just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.
Donald Trump just loves to tell "jokes"
Like, "COVID-19 is an hoax!"
When somebody dies
He tweets, "Its all lies!"
Trump ought to sign off, "That's All, Folks!"
Twinkle, twinkle little tweets
In the trees, not treading streets
Just one chirp, from each true bird
Each dawning day, thus feathers stirred
Twinkle, twinkle little tweets
Faithfully, the morning greets
Twinkle, twinkle, under sky
From loft branch, trills flutter-fly
Bright heralds do bring choice cheer
Expectation to my ear
Twinkle, twinkle, under sky
As sun dips, birds chirrup bye
in the corners of my mind
dusty piles of letters
and words
I’m trying to sweep
into a manageable
meaningful
mass
*
raindrops
like inked letters
falling through mind
onto page
*
SUNLIGHT
primary cause of melanomas
activating limbs
while evaporating words
before they touch the page
a double curse
really
I’m goin’ back to cowboy ways
What difference can it make
I shaved and took a bath last month
She still left town with Jake
Bart was an oldtime gunslinger,
One that you never saw.
Lightnin’ fast on the trigger,but
Awful slow on the draw.
He was struttin’ a high priced roan..
Came for poker with us
Sent him back broke and all alone
Ridin’ a Greyhound bus
(Played to the tune, “When Sly Calls,”
by Michael Franks)
When Trump tweets,
Mo’ scowls furrow
When Trump tweets,
the scandals grow
As rumors shake,
idle sits the Boss
Bankrupt morality
is the grifter cost
When Trump tweets,
the rubles spin
When Trump tweets,
the dictators win
Decorum falls,
indecency begins
And on Fox tv the jokers grin
to complete the mockery of Stalin democracy each time
When Trump tweets
(Don’t touch that send) Dub over Chorus
(Don’t touch that send)
(Don’t touch that send)
(Don’t touch that send)
His fingers are near, Chorus:
tapping out his ego rage
The words you fear
darken the digital stage
He’s flying north
for rallies and taunting
(A gambling resort)
Listen to the message when comes the chortling
(Don’t you dare touch that send)
When you reach the
(Don’t you dare touch that send)
When you reach the
(Don’t you dare touch that send)
When you reach the end
(Trump voice-over sounding upbeat)
Hello, citizens ...
I got some bad news for you
When Trump tweets,
underdog becomes top cat
When Trump tweets,
rat packs now gnaw attack
As rumors quake,
Enquirer minds doubt
His ‘Publican house
fears impeach fallout
When Trump tweets,
Putin truth is Oval spoken
When Trump tweets,
debts due come Russian in
Chaos is replete,
as normalcy fades
Lower the bar for scruple downgrades
Then parrot snooze with no canary alarm to coal mine choose
When Trump tweets
(Don’t touch that send)
(Don’t touch that send)
(Don’t touch that send)
(Don’t touch that send) Repeat Dub over Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Said the sparrow to the robin
"Here they come again"
"Yes, they're bringing food"
Chirped up the tiny wren.
"Do they think we're starving?"
Asked a noisy thrush,
"I am, so be quiet"
Said the bluebird from a bush.
"Are they bringing peanuts"
Said the starling to the jay,
Who greedily was hoping
That some would come his way.
The owl, he was watching
But he was not impressed,
By the time that he was hungry
They'd be sleeping in their nests.
So they all just watched
As the humans brought the treats,
Who never understood...
All they heard were tweets.
Entry for
STRAND choice S any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
28/3/2020. Placed 3rd.
When I posted two limerick tweets,
the responses were really quite sweet.
It seemed pretty hollow,
but got me a follow,
plus, the pair that they shared? Not their feet
Tweets are for Everyone's eyes
By Franklin Price
2/16/2017
Tweets are for everyone's eyes
Foolish ones hard to disguise
Think what you send
It comes back in the end
Before sending, think and be wise
Trump's Tweets
By Franklin Price
7/2/2017
Trump's tweets are often taxing
They're a boggle to the mind
Hardly ever diplomatic
Often stupid you will find
Very seldom presidential
Although POTUS is his name
He uses tweets so foolishly
That's how he plays the game
The Media and Liberals
Jump to degradate the man
For tweets that are quite useless
With small effect upon the plan
Nothing will get better
'Til the tweets are put aside
And the parties work together
To end this roller coaster ride
my ears trembled
striving to understand
so I could capture the tweets and peeps
but there has been no alphabet that can
for the faerie creatures who fly from the trees
have no mouths, so do not form the same sounds
to capture the noises we hear can be done on tape
but to place them on paper? An impossibility
unless we form a new alphabet
and what bird watcher is ready to spend
that kind of time?
Okay.
Put your hand down.
Love and kisses to my dear
Sit and whisper in your ear
Hear my love tweets
As my heart beats
A mile a minute
Because you’re in it
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planing
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
little bird
tweets for the mom care
and best life
-Thursday, July 18, 2019 Chattogram
walking down the street
I heard hundreds of tweets
So harmonious coming from that tree
As if birds were singing just for me
Now I talk to them everyday
Telling them the happening
And Listening to what they say
Then,one day when I was away
Men came by to take
little birdies home out of the way
All the little birdies pleaded
But their heart never bleeded
Recklessly they cut the tree
killing hundreds of birdies
Now no more tweets in atmos left
Just Silence came and never left