Short 500 Poems
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What should I see here?
"System Error Five Hundred"
What does this thing mean?
My poetry disappeared.
Oh how that thing pissed me off!
Limericks have been here for some 500 years
With a view of giving good cheers
From great inspiration
To expelled narration
Mine was written after a few beers
Jellyfish have no brains and still cope
For 500 million years, that gives me new hope
My brain's a good one
But it's on vacation
People still leave me really weird notes
Just passed the 4,000 poem level on the Soup
A veteran you could say, prolific... holy poop!
James Horn made me aware
Had just reach this rarified air
About 500 behind James, hope to close the loop
I would like to make some nice comments on poetry,
but right now, this annoying thing won't let me.
This is truly a very egregious thing to see.
Don't worry, I will comment on your work eventually.
Tag
Hide-and-seek
Duck-duck-goose
Jump Rope
Hula hoop
Hopscotch
Pitcher-catcher
Running bases
Steal the bacon
500
Whiffle-ball
Kill-a-ma-roo
Games we played
~ Me and you
Quatrain #500:
ZEST
Zest funds fond wit with ample flow,
Embrace calm fit as thought now shows;
See how light bits inspire new highs,
Touch as you sit a heart that knows.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 July 2016
Singapore
These just came to me between 0500 and 0800 this morning Jan 06, 2018.
When You Take Away Right of Way
When you take away right of way,
And also along with right to say,
If you amend,
We commend;
From rules people seem to stray.
Jim Horn
Rufus: Irish Rover Purebred and a Fortune 500 Pup ( As told by Rufus himself.)
Watch me snarl all the salesmen away,
ram the door, keep the mailmen at bay.
Each evening, I break
for a fresh T-bone steak.
The sun shines on my ass the WHOLE day.
Quatrain #500:
MORE
Mind and heart sync with soul that knows,
Observe fond think as more now flows;
Rouse voice that links grand ample health,
Express rich brink that ever grows.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 October 2016
Singapore
Ingrid
Ingrid is a computer geek.
Never wake Ingrid up before 8:00.
Genius or not, sometimes rash words fly.
Reads, 500 pages in one day.
Ingeniously resourceful
Daring at times.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 30, 2010
Poetic form: Name
Here we almost don't have
no trains coming or leaving...
It was nice to travel and I remember it well...
The music 500 hundred miles,
I never listened again...
It's sad to sight a train leave
for infinite railroads beyond...
The land of no return... !
Your wisdom I question not my Lord it is only the ignorance of Man I fail to comprehend!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 December 2016
*In the last 400 years there were 500 species that were disappeared in North America alone according to IUCN.
An Oak tree
Branches sway violently
Leaves lose their place and descend at a frightening speed
Silently covering the ground I'm what appears to be death
Roots remain firmly underground
It's 500 year survival place
I'm no oak tree
I cannot survive this storm
One hard, metal frame
Split box spring; mattress stacked upon
"500 count-thread" fitted sheet
Flat, satin sheet; neatly spread above all
6 pillows, 3 additional decorative cushions
One oversized, cold, striped bedspread
One Body, to soak up all the comforts?
5/17/11
Salvage yards hand me down
throttle starters transmission brawls
Clutch drive spent wheels ravages
Four-wheel drive, five-speed Savages,
all this going on in the Salvage junkyard tow yard
Just 500 feet from the freeway?
2/21/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Your heart an iceberg
My passion, boiling lava
Deluge predicted!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 OCTOBER 2014
*Because of a malefaction three of my poems were deleted
along with the comments! I repost only PREDICTION just to
be over the 500 mark. I am sorry and I thank you!
I wish our love
Never retreats.
My heartbeats
an’ leaps
an’ steeps
in our love in our love.
A masterpiece
some feat
tranquility and peace
In our love - thoughts and treats.
Your heart
jumpstart
repeat
In our love - we dream and sleep.
500 miles away
yet we never sway.
21
I hate it
I hate the drugs
I hate the people
I hate the depression
I hate the needles
I hate my actions
And what I do
For drugs
Mounting huge debts
And owing out my check
Each month but now
Im good 900 deposited
Into my savings and I still
Got over 500 left
Probably put in some more
Maybe I'll start smoking weed again
I was much happier back in those Mexican gold days
tickling nickel bags- giggling away the night
playing 500 rummy with my best buddy mike
crushing the munchies with bowls of mac-n-cheese
forever plotting to overthrow virginity...
praying our pimples to fade away by Monday.
Why do people have love affairs with money?
It will never hug you and call you honey!
It's something that will come and go
If that's used to keep life balanced,
I really hope you don't loose your big toe
When it's all gone and your staring at your last wall
Will you think about your fortune 500 brand in a picture down the hall?
Today’s photo-op's driving me out of my mind
500 American Communists marching in line
Someone please tell them, ‘the Revolution’s over’
Marx, Lenin, Stalin... Yeltsin ~ all pushing up clover
__________________________________________
See them marching, all in red, in Philadelphia, PA
Cars One
A coffin for your children
A hearse for your fat missus
A burden on the mother earth
We will not be forgiven
A curse to city dwellers
A blessing for shopping mauls
Noisy,ugly,overvalued
Ridiculously LARGE
More power than 500 horses
Faster than a train
Sophisticated self maintaining
Millstones with a brain.
Form:
today we teachers got out at three
I jumped for joy
Because we usually get out at four-thirty-five
When the worst craziest drivers think they are contenders
for the Indianapolis 500
Days I have to hang on to my steering wheel
With stiff fingers
Clenching my teeth
Swearing a stream of mean words
Terrified some idiot driver will catch up with me
My hands are freezing cold
I look not to be old
I'm not to strong
And I dont have super speed
In time I get where I need to be
I wouldn't call myself"dimond beautiful"
But myspace has 500 people to say otherwise
It's all in my eyes
Their color changing
Most find it dazing
I dont find myself strange
But do to TWILIGHT
You'd swear I was a vampire