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Categories:
pp, nature,
Form: Other
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Would you like to smoke a favorite cig?
Cancer chances are amazingly big
He is being tempted by his cousin Quig
How about alcohol? Please take a swig.
Come here, persnickety pig, don’t be a prig.
Person who added this was his cousin Zig
For this cousin PP did not give a fig.
Zig thought this was funny, he danced a jig
Loud snapping noises, he had stepped on a twig
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Where is your mud? I have a need to dig.
Categories:
pp, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Star of Wondering
By Mark D. Stucky
Luminous mystery in the night,
are you supernatural light?
Or a supernova
shining bright?
Or a planetary conjunction
in iconic constellations?
Or a comet with radiant tail,
leading Western a procession?
Or only an ancient tall tale
spun from myth and legend?
Two millennia passed since your visit,
yet still we’re wondering
about your physics.
Astronomical anomaly?
Mere mist of myth?
Or dawn of divinity?
First Christmas star,
we’re still wondering what you are.
(First published in Small Town Anthology IV: Entries from the Fourth Annual Tournament of Writers, Schoolcraft Community Library, 2018, pp. 108-109. See also my related poems "Consider the (Dreaming) Birds," “Journey of a Contemporary Joseph,” and “Quantum Theology.”)
(Image collage by the author.)
Categories:
pp, christmas, light, mystery, science,
Form: Rhyme
Zionist
for Israel, but
I don't invest,
in WAR...
I'm a pacifist...
For Arab
as for any other people
being legalistic
without exclusivist predilection...
for peaceful solution
no arms race
calm conversation
harmonious division
brotherhood in view
without fatal pride, absolutist
sans rejection, unhealthy, fatalistic
sans cruelty, dominist...
Allah understanding God
After all, they are one...!
Divide territory
and live in peace
and respect Both...!
Abolish parabellum !
PP peace, please...!
Categories:
pp, extended metaphor, inspirational, peace,
Form: Prose Poetry
Held you
in the light
of faded blue jean
memories
Starring down the contour of your thighs
kissing gently the dimples of your knees
starting to squeeze
your ankles too tight.
That’s when you threw me
off of you
‘round midnight
train
stopped playing
that deep blue music
we listened to
last night
stand
swore there would never be another chance
you would give me
to make it
“all-right”
Fighting each other
not letting go
Fine!
“Good-Bye”
we are through
go find another pair
that fits you
broke my zi-
pp
-er
now I’m stuck
Bad denim
tossed with socks
in a donation box.
Categories:
pp, beauty, clothes, fashion, fate,
Form: Rhyme
The storm stirred…having ingredients our neighbors provided.
Stolen goods, the storm stashed in its wings, and headed East.
The storm boiled in Mississippi - all baby boomers spelled
that state voraciously m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i…the eye of the storm, calm,
while the raptor tore apart lives. The weeping of dark clouds
over smithereens. The storm with a long wooden handle, stirring
hail and adding more broth. No one cared for this stone soup.
neighborly stone soup
NO THANK YOU emphatically
Bless your heart tongue goads
3/26/2023
From wikipedia: Stone Soup is a European folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys, and exists as a moral regarding the value of sharing.
Prayers for those affected by this terrible storm!
Categories:
pp, storm,
Form: Haibun
JOHN BUNYAN anticipated future, OUR neutral nomenclature
Some say God is "too male" - 'twere better "goddess" and "Mother"
My "preacher" saw sins since Adam and Eve, Face of Salvation:
"Such a comfort to call Grace, 'Abba, Father' - beyond ONE generation."
NOTES:
1. J. Bunyan, Works, I, pp. 627 ff. He adds, the one word spoken in faith us worth more than thousands filled with pride, "Father"
2. I am a Christ follower according to the Scriptures (both Testaments) but I empathise with those who, for want of a sensitive father in Earth, have doubts about the Goodness of our Father in heaven
Categories:
pp, christian, community, devotion, discrimination,
Form: Epigram
HUMANNESS
-the quality of being human-
Angels or Demons?
No, we are Humans.
We preach divinity or devilish?
No, we preach Humanity.
Oh! Although in the logical world!
Divinity is for the divines, not us.
Devilish is for the demons, positively not us again.
We are the Humans,
Alike the atomic particles of the universe.
We don’t know how vast the circle or oval we are concealed in.
Surely, we do know how tiny complex creatures we are.
Up above the sky, is there a heaven?
None ever spotted it.
Core to the earth, is there a hell?
None ever dug into it till now.
But even today we believe those stories of angels and demons,
Utterly invisible to us.
Sarcastic isn’t it?
Yes, it is!
Wait though, take a moment to perceive those straightly circling us.
What’s it?
Not a puzzling sight though!
It’s us. We the Humans.
On this wise, let’s believe in us.
Let’s believe the humans all over.
Let’s preach the sole thing viewable to us, the Humanity!
Let’s celebrate the humanness in us!
On the factual, we all are *****sapiens with 1500 cc brain.
Thus, let us be a Human amid Humans.
A piece of poetry on Humanity by
HARIPRIYA PP
Categories:
angel, appreciation, change, courage,
Form: Free verse
Clickety-click, Clickety-clicks,
Maggie and Sharon are 66.
Friends forever, there whenever,
It's always fun when they're together.
Tickety-tick, Tickety-tock,
Time to share, no need for a clock.
Happy days roll on and on, there's
Time for a picnic, time for a song.
Clickety-click, Clickety-clack,
Runaway trains never turn back.
They rattle along their rollicking line,
Friendships eternal, always divine.
Clickety-click, Clickety-clunk,
Wine for us both - not that we're drunk!
Gorgeous girls just grew & grew,
Two wonderful women turn 1-3-2.
Robin pp MASAS
-- Maggie & Sharon Appreciation Society
Categories:
pp, birthday, family, friendship, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Computer
Bits, bytes, ones, zeros
So Charles and Ada conceive -
IT’s Pandora’s box
Robot
Man and beast replaced
Same task over and over -
Objective carnage
AI
Boolean bible
Artificial ignorance -
Logical ending
Evolutionary finale – Armageddon!
This Haiku set follows on from the Evolutionary Sequel haikus. It appeared in Rogerson, S., 2020. Poetical potentials: the value of poems in social impact education. ACM Inroads, 11(1), pp.30-32. doi.org/10.1145/3381025. In 2022, it was published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Categories:
pp, computer, environment, planet, technology,
Form: Haiku
I’ll pluck the poisonous parrot with a PROVERB:
‘Nob’dy can make you feel inferior without your consent!’*
(But WHY
Would I give my consent,
ANYWAY?)
(Because it’s a habit!)
(Because DREAMS are SCARY)
(The mean little P.P. SABOTAGES words with words)
…a little advice: pull out the tail-feathers first,
Then pop the poisonous parrot in the pot,
And it will resolve into a fine glue
With which,
You can stick words together
(best use of raw materials!)
*Eleanor Roosevelt
Written On: 1/8/2019
For: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
pp, anti bullying, confidence, faith,
Form: Free verse
10 mandamentos para progredir sempre
1 - Confiança – transpire confiança.
2 – Faça a sua própria sorte – sirva a todas as pessoas sem distinção.
3 - Nunca “aceite esmolas”. Cultive a “saudável agressividade”..
4 – Inspire muito – argumente – conheça as técnicas de argumentação Acesse –
https://issuu.com/dalpiero/docs/curso_persua__o__maio_de_2016.pp
5 - Cumpra o prometido: Defenda seu nome.
6 – “Entre firme no que faz”. Coloque a mão na massa.
7 - Não construa estádios, apenas forneça o concreto.
8 – De vez em quando, convide: Vamos ter uma conversinha ali nos fundos.
9 – Acredite: O principal meio de resolver disputas chama-se “conversinha”.
10 – Apague os ressentimentos.
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DIA PARA
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Categories:
pp, business,
Form: Free verse
PS MS US BS
AJ DJ OJ PJ
ER OR HR PR
JD MD OD VD
CBA DBA MBA NBA
AC BC DC JC
KC MC PC WC
BP DP KP TP
MP PP VP XP
BB CB OB TB
AM FM GM PM
A&M F&M M&M S&M
AJ BJ DJ JJ
KJ OJ PJ TJ
CTA MTA PTA RTA
APR CPR NPR R&R
CDT DDT EDT PDT
AMC FMC GMC PMC
ABC BBC NBC SBC
AC BC DC JC
FSU LSU MSU OSU
ASU BSU CSU ISU
MA ME MI MO
MN MS MK MJ!
Categories:
pp, nonsense, word play,
Form: I do not know?
Runaway to our angels
Dearest Mama, I'm not going to lie to you.
My captors plan on killing me. Right now,
I am under the duress of blindfolds.
With paper and pen I find in this cell
between these four walls of hell, I write
my last words. I love you mama. Please Promise
me you will remarry again, and replant your garden.
Mama I kneel at the altar and write this
poem to you. I pray for us.
Love you always, PP
Rosey daughter so filled with laughter
under the guise of pain that turned to blood
now at the hour of her death, till we meet
again mama in the afterlife where angels
welcome us separately and take the thorns
away from the past and repose the blossom's
yellow bud to flower like it's never had before.
Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
1/1/17
Categories:
pp, dark, daughter, emotions, farewell,
Form: Acrostic
Runaway writes poems to her diary
Dearest Diary In The Land
Is PP not the best poetess at hand
I look at my palms and I say yes
I am the very, very best
To my eyes, I'm the one that counts
The fingers holding life paramount
oh never mind poem gods
i'll bring you out some other day
i can't write
in the darkness of night
to my friends that put money in my
cup as I go through my transition
in life, living in a cardboard box on
the lonely streets of Seattle
I thank you, PP
Here's a poem for you
a stray cub cries tears
it's like blood to sharks on streets
she's cornered by fists
there's no escaping
his evil intent of harm
screams to no avail
badly beaten girl
China porcelain shattered
bleeding life away
an angel saves her
wings upon she rides her fate
praying for her life
prognosis though bleak
lamb of God please save her life
prayers bring closure
Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
12/29/16
Categories:
pp, cry, dark, daughter, growing
Form: Haiku
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