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Haiku
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Deforestation;
blades cut a swathe through foliage:
beauty has its price.
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Free verse
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Price for respectability
never means to spend money like water
While the wife of a poor country’s president
was outside at a shop that sells luxury items,
the shop window broke and cut her purse
and tons of bloody dollars slide out like a rocket
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Dodoitsu
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Your love is my fragrant rose
Intoxicating senses
Permeating everything
I’m heady with want
These thorns cut deep in my flesh
Your beauty comes with a price
I press it close to my heart…
Your pleasure and pain
For Dr Ram's Dodoitsu Contest
February 16, 2015
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Rhyme
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Either relate or not
or give up the lot
So what have you got?
Put your money in the slot
and risk the lot
Cut the string on a kite
and take flight
Take the toss
of a win or a loss
Roll the dice
and pay the price
So get on the ride
of the unknown tide
Coming or going
bear the worse not knowing
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Free verse
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I guess I didn't know how much pain I was in until I finally stopped and breathed in deep enough to feel the broken bones rattle and the shards of broken promises cut deep into my vital organs. I'm alive but barely living. This is the price of petty pride and poor coping mechanisms. Oh, how I wish I could've learned more as a young man.
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Free verse
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Not a good year for the roses
Cut price Valentine roses
languish in black buckets
heads drooping like a rejected lover
Calorific candy confectionery in boxes
covered with cardboard love hearts...
still waiting to pass ruby red lips
‘Be my Valentine cards’
now half price -
buy yours ready for next year!
2/15/19
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Free verse
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Why am I drawn
to this scowling girl
selling her poems
in a Shinjuku underpass?
Every Tuesday she is here,
next to a Nikon ad,
threatening commuters
with her cyclostyled angst.
Busy people keep up
with the times,
do a tap dance
on their smartphones.
Only drunks buy poetry.
Grubbing for their last,
sweaty coins, they
mock her with every purchase.
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Free verse
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In Air Jorden’s he strode proud,
with name-brands he stood
apart.
In closets
sneakers walked
not far from their boxes.
Heel to toe stock grew
Well known on eBay,
to barter, trade and pay
he paved the way
Fake stuff,
imitations led to
litigation
financial gloom.
Nike rued the day
his wife
put down her foot
gave him what for,
then ran away
in cut-price
footwear.
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Free verse
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Rough Edges
We will make you a diamond
of great price
smooth the roughness
of nature’s edges
cut away hard grit
of centuries
expose your
“weakness””
erase the facets
of your being
cut deeply
hard angles,
reflections need
basking
in false façade.
Would that you
had remained
a diamond in the rough
uncut
just another
beautiful stone
unmindful
of your presence.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2017
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Rhyme
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The pain cut deep
So deep, into my soul my heart
I fell to my knees in a painful heap
Your body tore apart
As your car tumbled and rolled tossing you about
I looked upon your stillness in pain and cried out
Whether you lived or not in doubt
A wheelchair for life is a price you paid, I weep
6/10/19
Writing Challenge, June 2019
Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
sponsor Dear Heart
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ABC
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What am I to you?
What am I worth?
Can you put a price on it,
Or am I as low as dirt?
What is my worth?
Do I fit your needs?
Do I make the cut?
I know I'm not like barbie,
Because I sure am not stuck up,
Tell me please,
What is my worth?
The maid,
The wife,
The mother I came to be?
Am I worth any of that?
Because it doesn't seem as if I am worthy,
To you,
Or to anybody,
Especially not to me....
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Couplet
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Upside down world
More bad news hurl
Sad story chokes
Such downcast strokes
Too much of pain
Disdain now chains
Each man a slave
Can freedom save?
Addicts to vice
We pay full price
News of scandal
Trash claims vandals
Dirt on loose flesh
Wounds cut full clash
Bad news frames loud
Fest for the proud
And in the end
Evil spreads odd blend
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2018
Singapore
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Blitz
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When we over think
We under achieve.
When we over look,
We under mine.
When we over talk,
We under appreciate,
When we overstate,
We under estimate.
When we overprint,
We underwrite.
When we overlay,
We under pin.
When we over produce,
We under use.
When we over use,
We under produce.
When we over stock,
We under cut.
When we over price,
We under sell.
When we over protect,
We under value.
When we over view,
We under stand.
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Rhyme
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The Seder meal approaches;
A shank bone is required.
In years gone by, the butcher smiled
Whenever I inquired.
I hardly know him, but these bones
Are tossed when meat is cut
And so he’d give me one for free;
Today I got one – but…
It’s nestled now in Styrofoam
And shrink-wrapped – very nice,
Until I noticed something else –
A ticket with a price!
It cost $1.23.
That’s not a lot of cash,
But it’s so weird to pay for what’s
Intended for the trash!
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Rhyme
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Stricter measures by most families, have to be taken,
In essence with cycling, we might have to reckon,
We must most certainly cut down on our bacon.
To price hikes of food, medical costs and fuel awaken,
Don’t let tomorrow become a financial frustration,
Think of the future, don’t let life become desperation,
For you will not survive, been most gravely mistaken.
Live within your means, never owe money to none, hun,
You have your home, your family and God, make life fun.
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Rhyme
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I wonder if you have forgotten those memories that we have made.
Memories of all the time we spent.
Just when I thought I had forgotten you, you came sauntering back into my life.
I no longer needed your aid.
Why would you so selfishly break the heart that I lent?
My soul sits in eternal strife.
The price I paid,
Should have been enough, but with you there can never be enough torment.
I should have listened to the words that cut me like a knife
For I wish I could forget those forgotten memories.
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Rhyme
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My emotions are frozen like winter snow
As much as I try they shall never show
My tears are hidden in darkened eyes
While I carry on with my life of lies
My soul is shattered like broken ice
Maybe one day I'll pay the price
You died alone because I wasn't there
Now you're gone I don't know where
So now I sit on this snowy landscape
With horrible thoughts I'll never escape
I'll make sure to find you in another life
And you can cut me down with your knife
20/01/2018
By Phoenix Szentesi
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Free verse
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Life cut short
Self inflicted sin
Price for drugs and money
Came to a painful end
The pain of course
Not felt by you
Felt by those left behind
Still today
We wonder why
No chance to say goodbye
Left behind
Besides your kids
A grieving mom and dad
Questioning why
You had to go
So early in your life
Many things not understood
We will never figure out
But if today
You are still around
God bless and keep you
Safe and sound
(In memory of my Dad)
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Rhyme
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Created unwarned , crying unharm
naked and cold but pleases the mother with charm.
Unconditional love , bearing the risk of hatred
creating memories but heart felt regret.
Live or die decision should be made
wrong choice the price should be paid.
Strings were attached as the little one grow,
the price is too high as he chose to crawl.
Living like a puppet but he chose to grow
no one knows but the master control.
It will end and everyone will go away ,
when the master cut the strings and throw away.
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Light Verse
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...inspired by 'Dandelion Wine'
by Ray Bradbury
Green Town, Ohio,
where memories congregate,
sneakers and time machines,
grandmas and cookies;
leaping tall buildings
and smelling the fresh cut grass,
junebugs and crickets compete
as the best; sparklers and firecrackers
fizzle for dominance,
lighting our path through
the warm summer nights;
holding hands, tentative,
feeling the moment,
you can't put a price
on such innocent bliss;
Jimmy and Emily
out by the old oak fence,
sharing those memories,
stealing a kiss.
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Rondeau
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Songs from a life, sounds like the blues,
microwave fries, pot noodle, stews,
dead on two legs, only half-nine,
saying yes, to the overtime,
this months rent and the kids' new shoes.
Paying forward, paying your dues,
when there isn't much left to lose,
longing for friends, weekends and wine,
songs from a life.
Cut price make up covers the bruise,
somewhere hard cash, won't look for clues,
warning the kids to keep off-line,
praying tomorrow, turns out fine,
unreported on last nights news,
songs from a life.
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Epic
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To be or not to be
you'll get no sympathy
you'll get no apathy
for all the pain and torture in your life.
Here's how it's gonna be
I'll cut down your family tree
as they say now free ain't free
and now you'll be my human sacrifice.
Turn off the tears!
Turn off the tears!
Turn off the tears!
Your a good actor!
If I don't feel it you don't!
You'll get no piety!
If I don't get it you won't!
Your lifes a tragity
It's all because of me
Your treated like a freak
I've got bills and so now you'll pay the price!
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I bought my newest dog one year ago, today is our first anniversary.
Last year, some nice people cut the price in half and sold him to me.
When I bought him, I only paid one hundred.
They sold me a Chihuahua and his name is Red.
I take care of him and he lives in my basement.
When I bought him, it was a hundred bucks that was well spent.
When I bought him, I was amazed at how fast he warmed up to me.
Red is very pretty with brown fur and today is our first anniversary.
(Dedicated to Red who I bought on November 11, 2018.)
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Rhyme
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Mona Lisa Smile
A slight grin-more of a smirk
She checks her look
On her way to work
Is she happy-is she sad?
Is she torn
About the life she’s had?
Dreams-some unrealized
Small joys that distraction buys
Sorrows dismissed
While hope and time it flies
The rut is the path
The path is the rut
The price of the dance
The rug being cut
We all buy the dream
The price is the key
The door is locked
To my cell and me
On our way to work
We contemplate a while
With weary eyes
And Mona Lisa smile
David Kettler
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Free verse
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I find myself foraging, basket in hand
among the cocoa harvests of distant lands.
A shaft of light crashes
like a Chinese paratrooper
through the store’s skylight,
rays pierce high-stacked shelves,
beam upon all-consuming shoppers,
flash briefly upon brimful spandex.
It is then I realize that all I need is you,
not cut-price plastic hole-fillers,
from this warehouse of empty dreams,
nor anything blue, green, or yellow
seen on T.V.
but then I remember the wine
and beers in aisle twenty-two -
but I still I love you.
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