the universe was not built in straight lines ~ only humans cut corners
By
David Kavanagh
A mother often has to cut corners
In order to feed all household members.
I loved riding my
bike as a child. It offered
me a new world view.
I was fast and free.
Then we put cards in the spokes,
and I motorcycled.
I cut corners like
a politician and wore
aviator glasses...
I could have passed my
driving test, last year - but nooo
- for once - I was chill.
I'm sure the trauma
of my laziness will scar
me, but - maybe not.
Sometimes I'm
SO resilient that people
think me uncaring.
Warning: People may
be far more emotional
than they might appear
President
I can never ever ever be your president,
Sacrifice one life for another life
Damn president
Do bad for the greater good
Tell lies on the evening news
Launch missiles on the muslim dudes
Cut corners for the straighter route
I can never be your president
Sacrifice one life for another life
Damn president
I can never be your president
Gonna kill one man for another man
That's presidency
Take another man life for another man
Damn presidency
President
Do bad for the greater good
Tell lies on the evening news
Missiles launch Muslim dudes
Cut corners for the straighter route.
Poems About My Poems
Should read my poems and discover design;
You immediately will know they are mine;
Cut corners and curbs;
Only used few verbs;
Not only that they are always mighty fine.
Limericks which I wrote can never be beat;
When read are always will be quite a treat;
History in making;
So breath taking;
Where bright minds come together and meet.
Each one of my poems do seem so splendid,
And when read wish they had never ended;
Should avidly read,
To meet each need;
Into space and time they became suspended.
How I do want you to feel was well-assured;
As well as enjoyed my poems word for word;
Had found a few,
Pleasing to you,
And author is me to you had it ever occurred.
My each poem can be found in native land,
And you may measure them when spanned;
Second to read needed,
So they all stampeded;
Rose saw Trump and tiny was his each hand.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
I'll take the far way
I won't cut corners
Or take shortcuts
The flesh moves on it's own
The mind understanding stillness
All the past remains set in stone
Thoughts of the future left unknown
Only in the now do I find my home
REGRETTING CAKE
My life in crumbles, vanilla-chocolate,
I lick my wounded fingers, tastes so good.
To stay in shape, I frost my lips… de-lish,
Cut corners on the square, I really should.
Regretting cake, from my head down to my feet…
Such a shame it is so sweet, I repeat…
Regretting cake, from my head down to my feet…
Deciding whether a half or quarter,
Will satisfy my broken heart - a gift.
Don’t want to invite friends over…all mine.
Generous frosting, gives those pounds a lift.
Regretting cake, from my head down to my feet…
Such a shame it is so sweet, I repeat…
Regretting cake, from my head down to my feet…
I’ve weighed my cake, it’s atrociously slim,
Though you can find its slices upon me.
My pimpled countenance hazards applause,
My broken heart - he'd not even know me.
Regretting cake, from my head down to my feet…
Such a shame it is so sweet, I repeat…
Regretting cake, from my head down to my feet…
9th Place Winner
8/9/2016
Contest by Julia Ward
Sticky handprints on my door
Muddy truck tracks across my floor
Laundry piling up galore
Imperfect photos for decor
These are the things a mom adores
Little feet headed towards my bed
The darnedest things my kids have said
Neatly cut corners on sandwich bread
These are the thoughts occupying my head
Watching as my babies grow
Learning things, they didn't know
Tossing a ball to and fro
Wishing time would go so slow
The candle of my life, I dare not blow
Hunger Spot
Hunger is usually done alone, in the dirty card board box, called home
On wet, cut corners out of traffic, forever in unguarded dark
Winds, harsh voices, howling on hollow self and scene are what remain
The food is gone, never to return
Hunger; it reminds you of life, of chronic pain, leaving little else
I tried to eat my shoe today, thinking it was leather…It was not
Plastics should come in assorted varied flavors
To see me through the night
I expect things to get better in my box
If not, there is always hunger to fill this empty spot
Revised 11/03/14 for- "Any Poem 12- line MAX"- Poetry Contest
Remember those that cut corners will go around in circles
And those with one’s mind attached to a string pulled which way what ever
Be of one’s self honest and the truth will find the right road.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
So finally the book is done
You'd think I had some time for fun
The query letters have been sent
There's some cash left to pay the rent
The mail man comes by every day
He waves to me and goes away
You grab the letters stacked inside
At this point you've got no pride
Ads and bills are all that's there
Do the agents really care?
How the hell do you get fame?
If no one really knows your name
Do you try and make a pitch?
Will that really make you rich?
And who the hell will pay the bill?
If nothing's left inside your till
So do I just go back and write?
Is this not a losing fight?
Can't cut corners anymore
Need my nickels for the store
For fame I'll have to wait awhile
While pushing burgers with a smile
No need to feel both sad and sour
Hey! My pay's ten bucks an hour!
When the signal is given,
everyone steps on the line,
ready to start the journey of life.
Some focus on the goal,
striving to be the best.
Another moves on without care,
looking as others pass him by.
Many even cut corners,
cheating their way through the race.
Some may pay dearly for this.
Others may scale through without reprove.
Some may even run with speed,
but break the rules of the game.
These have no reward at the end.
So run your race with care,
to end well and get your reward.
The ups and downs of life
Can not be cut with a knife
When the rope is pulled to drag
You down when your trying to balance both
When times are hard we try to stay a float
With out braking the bank
So we start to cut corners
Keep what we need sell what can buy
Food to the soul to keep going
Strong turn to your faith
To the hands that will pull you out
No matter what no matter how
He is there to see us threw
When in thought turn to the one
Who knows you before you wore
In your mothers womb
When in despair and no one is there
Reach for the high that will fill
You with warmth and tears of joy
Aim a witness I been there
Where your headed and a voice
Called out to me tie the rope around hope
Bend your knees and praise him
There is no greater power
For he is of love we must grow as life goes on
Were not alone reach for faith love hope
Seek his love is for ever lasting
In this race for thick thighs,
Cute faces, and beautiful minds,
Nice guys finish last.
As i give 110 %,
Exherting all of my energy,
Others half-ass, cut corners, and still succeed.
As i read chapters, words cover to cover,
Others pick by flamboyant fronts,
I barely stop for water breaks,
While others sip champagne...
In this race for thick thighs,
Cute faces, and beautiful minds,
Nice guys finish last.
They say finishing the race is an award itself,
But for me,
Each time i cross the line,
The tourniquet turns tighter around hope,
Squezing every ounce until there is no more,
Somehow, Some way, Someone,
Boosts my self confidence,
And props up my flemsy faith in you,
Just to be re-shot, and re-propped,
And re-shot, and re-propped because...
In this race for thick thighs,
Cute faces, and beautiful minds,
Nice guys finish last,
Or not at all.