Dozen Poems | Examples

DOUZAIN a dozen one liners

QUESTLINE what song do the old never forget YESTERDAY

OPPOSITES in the midst of death - lichen comes to life

TABB  out of the picture - blanked

SPRING NO more frozen earth BUTnature's new birth

SWITCH verb to noun changea dollar to cents. CHANGE

QUATRAINO HINDSIGHT 20/20 myopia lens

DARYUSH 5/3 PAUSE hesitate & dream - and receive

STREAM of  CONSCIOUSNESS  spontaneous thoughts awaken

HUITAIN  STICKNEY sonneteer superbe peut-etre

SEPTALINE LIFE living out daydreams- in the present

SOLILOQUY prithee tarry - anon we marry

POPE upon his sleeve ,all life does wear....for all to see

Half-Dozen Ways

There's a MAGA 6-pack,
    Sitting aloft the highest bench.
Where they've decided once again,
    To throw in the monkey wrench.

It seems they weren't satisfied with,
    Just taking a peek in Pandora's box.
They had to turn it completely upside down,
    Shook it well, only to see what rocks.

Oh, to write a dozen poems

Oh, to write a dozen poems
Then…post only ten
To rise upon the morrow
Saying…”won’t do that again”

Baker's Dozen

Thirteen is a baker’s dozen,
Or a scary Friday night.
Missing in an elevator,
Or a 12-year-old’s delight.

Rite of passage from a tweener,
Cooler in so many ways.
Does it bring a new demeanor?
That’s for others to appraise.

An impish grin and razor wit
Make it hard to guess the years.
Daddy’s girl still loves to snuggle;
Raging, crying, full of tears.

Thirteen is an awkward age, yes,
Not a child, but not yet grown.
A scant few years, she’ll spring the cage;
My oh my, the years have flown!

So here is our birthday prayer:
May your year abound in glee.
Careful to avoid the pitfalls;
led by Christ, our precious Ree.

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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Ree’s 13th birthday, so, a few years ago)

Jeeper By the Dozen

A ninety thousand dollar Jeep,
And that’s a standard one, no less!
The ‘23 Grand Wagoneer
Conquers the school lines best, I guess.

If Coleridge dreamt of Rubikahns
With pricing up among the stars,
I’d search for stash of heroin
And check his needle arm for scars.

A capital idea though
And P. T. Barnum comes to mind,
So climb up in that Wagoneer
And leave those school moms far behind.

A Dozen Ducks

A dozen ducks were bobbing 
On the river - what a sight!
The fact that there were 12 of them
Just filled me with delight.

If there had just been 2 or 3
I’d not have been impressed
And, at first glance, a dozen 
Wasn’t what I would have guessed.

Of course I counted! Now, when thinking
Dozens, one supposes,
I should add ducks to Christmas days
And bagels, eggs and roses.

Dime a Dozen

(A guy told me today with total confidence that for women, men are a dime a dozen. That has never been my experience which inspired me to pen this piece.)

I could have collected empty soda cans 
from the side of the road and cashed them in
They were worth five cents apiece back then
I only needed two for that dime to buy
a dozen men’s time and attention
sparing myself those Saturday nights
wasting away in my room reading
as I listened to old records or the radio
or sitting at a table alone as other girls 
danced held in the arms of a guy 
I didn’t know they had purchased 
for less than a single penny
I could have had a whole harem 
if in the winter I had shoveled snow
I had nothing else to do and nowhere to go

Walking In Ragged Shoes a Dozen Miles-

walk in these shoes a dozen miles
hang down you head like a defeated, disciplined child
think in your mind the times of strife you have
beating in your heart your last blood you bleed less

go asleep and as you wake
you awake just to sleep
and all your dreams you've been denied
come and go run and hide

Over the stones
over the mounds and hills
Over the grasses roam
Over the on through river banks

over through meadows lakes
while yet still in the distance

still you walk in worn shoes a ragged dozen miles

walk
walk
walk
walk in worn shoes a ragged dozen miles


1/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

A Dozen Roses

A dozen roses
 petals falling away
 one by one,
crimson red burgundies fading
 Cleopatra longing in seduction
 Anthony succumbing with every 
  touch at I love you;
fading red to gentle pinks
 reverent grace and innocence
 calling out to you,
a single white rose in purity
 Adonis wounded in love pursuit
 Aphrodite rushing to his side,
 set aside to silently speak
  here I am, just for you.

A Dozen Octobers In Montauk

Fishing rods and reels, and bicycle wheels,
gentle thousand yard stare,
daisies in the dunes, measured afternoons
all without a damn care.
Bake shop coffee and wet shore like toffee, 
Hampton Star in my lap,
on the beach sipping, salty wind nipping
at thoughts of that day’s nap.
Sand like gold powder, piping clam chowder, 
oyster cracker crumbs,
shy deer in the brush, blue waves fall and crush,
stoops alive with red mums.
Old high school pals, now of different locales,
drink plastic cups of beer.
Baseball and whiskey, nights thick and misty,
for our time once a year.
Inky skies full of stars, when we leave the bars, 
silver on the black sea.
I look at the moon, an ancient white rune,
who makes memories with me.

Have My Money

She said she was interested...
She said she was single...
Turns out neither was true except for...
Money to pay for her shallow appearance,
her nails,
her yoga lessons,
her kickboxing lessons,
her makeup addiction to hide from the world her true nature.
Her definition of single and broke is vastly different from mine.
and not one mention... of the wellfare of her child over her own.

5 Decades, a Dozen Lifetimes

Born into an ordinary, churchgoing family
No one expected Satan to reign supreme
Relapse and rehab and sobriety chips
Postpartum vacations in the psych ward’s west wing
Three decades of life, aged twice as much
Finally lulled into domestic bliss
The wild can never truly be tamed
Excitement and fire I missed
Turned my passion of life toward writing instead
Cause 50 years old is too young to be dead


Sponsor: Silent One
Contest: Story of My Life in Ten Lines
Date: 9/30/19

Family Reunion a Dozen Cousins

Does one summon
Dozen cousins


8/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019

A Dozen Ducklings

A hi-rise building in my nabe,
With fountain out in front,
Was where I saw 12 ducklings
And it wasn’t just a stunt.

For yesterday, I saw a duck
Within the fountain’s pool,
A rare sight in the city,
Where most often pigeons rule.

She must have been preparing
For her brand-new balls of fluff,
Now all lined up by the water,
Not a one quite brave enough.

The city has its wonders
And it perked me up to view,
On my morning walk, 12 ducklings
Huddled on York Avenue.

Baker's Dozen

Baker's Dozen
                     
                      Taste hot from oven
                                        butter naan
                                                      baked over dozen.

    10/08/18

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