Short 88 Poems
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Epigram #88:
POETRY
Language in finesse grand,
Words beyond words my friends.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2015
Singapore
PICK A NUMBER
I’ve had ONE wife – TWICE
THREE kids – ONE of each
4/5’s of a quart
6 pack abs
7-UP
an Olds 88
a 9 iron
and a TENS unit.
John G. Lawless
9/17/2014
Form:
And you think the mountains stand firmly
But they shall fly like the flying cloud -
It’s the craft of God
Who has made everything thoroughly!
He is aware of whatever you do no doubt.
In a couple of days I'll be 88 years old
My warm body should soon start feeling cold
Had a great life
Very little strife
My body I'm sure is made of pure gold
(LOL)
Say, if all the people of Jinn and human race combined together
To create the like of this Koran the message of the Creator
They could not create the like of it even if they helped each other.
Sensual pink lips
The key to summer pleasure
I carry your heart
- howmanysyllables.com
Haiku 5-7-5
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
23.05.2016
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved
T'was not the season of saviors and saints,
or martyrs marching in peace.
Pure anger brought unruly rest.
No sighs to calm the beast.
And prayer was All - at best.
8/22/2024
Bite Size Contest No.88
'Remember the Times.'
Moving like a 'Dance Machine'
Oh 'Pretty Young Thing'
Late summer, late afternoon
in front of the empty Pentagon
the protest is over, nothing’s changed,
I’m walking home. But a young man,
black, blue jean jacket, buttons
passes in front. A smile exchanged.
The truth is known.
strippers reported that customers:
Grabbed them by the arm (88%)
Grabbed their breast (73%)
Grabbed their buttock (91%)
Pulled their hair (27%)
Pinched them (58%)
Slapped them (24%)
Bit them (36%)
Note.Supari injection?
drifting
away
far
far away,
the mood
lingers long:
life
lived
moment
by moment...
a
precious
interlude...
...en
pause
inspired by youtube clip of Annie's theme
YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW
Tomorrow, is the future
Yesterday, is the past
Today, is the present
So make it last
Because, tomorrow is unknown
Yesterday, you can’t change
Today, is the only time
YOU, have the stage
WIZDUMBs by JA 88
Quatrain #88:
MUSE
Make moments glow with a sure poise,
Urge cause to grow as heart gives voice;
See how cheer flows to cast impact,
Etch a fond show as light primes choice.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 November 2015
Singapore
There are people in my life
That are still trying to control me
Attention folks - I'm 88 years old
There are still people to try it
But my will is very strong
This is my serious attempt at change
Trust me I WILL SUCCEED
“we estimate tomorrow’s rainfall to be between two and 88 inches.”
that weatherman’s bound to be right, I told my husband.
“not if it doesn’t rain,” he replied.
“Or if it rains less than two inches,” said my mother.
The perils of watching TV with two critical thinkers.
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a glass butterfly,
with transparent wings,
rests on a wet fern-
oh such lovely things!
___________________________________
February 27, 2017
Poetry/Jueju/Simple Mutterings/Glass Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 10029-88-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
In
the
quiet
painting her
synsthesia-
'music that makes holes in the sky'
Ekphrasis Georgia O'Keefe Music-Pink & Blue No 2
http://www.wbsgallery.org.uk/wbsGallery_main/main.php/v/wbs_subjects/sub_Art/wbs_artist
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88 Keys
88 keys on a ring
is too many
to carry
to know
to manage.
But bring me 88 keys
of ivory and black
and I’m in heaven.
I pick out five,
or maybe six
to strike,
and again
then seven.
Oh, beauteous sounds of
harmonious notes that
rub together just for me.
August 17, 2016
Foresight written on 8/26/88 by Tammy Ann Rose Snyder
The blameless Foresight
Of the night
Began to grow forthwith
It crawled and crept
Until I wept
But never revealed it’s myth
I sought the comfort
To cavort
Inside my head so deep
Almost emerging
Then clashing and converging
I finally fell asleep
You can live your life believing all will end well
However, where we end up we can’t really foretell
Expectantly looking forward, to a time of warm peaceful bliss
But if continually knocked down, would golden really be like this
That so called period of the golden years
Sometimes easily drifts away in darkness and tears
Morrer e Pensar
Desde sempre é assim:
uma pessoa de sucesso
tem o costume
de fazer tudo àquilo
que as pessoas
preferem nunca fazer.
Cerca de 10%
das pessoas
pensam que pensam;
e os outros 88%
preferem morrer
a pensar.
A conclusão
é o resultado
de soma,
das pessoas
que fazem sempre
mais e mais
simples assim.
Using the Octodil Form 44/66/88/66
Around it turns
My fate my life
Can happiness prevail
It is in my own hands
My own deeds, the way I desire
good ideals, not just for oneself
Round and around it turns
My fate my love my hopes.
Penned 26 January 2015 by Seren Roberts
Contest Name : Tarot Cards
using no 3 The Wheel of Fortune tarot card
I saw her walking out the door,
Eyes met as we took the lift,
Hands touched, when we hit the bar,
I asked her out, that was her gift.
Went for a drive by sea and shore,
We watched the tide, I sensed a shift.
She took me to her room and said:
“Before we start, my name is Ted!”
The moral of this tale is plain to see,
Where there’s a doubt, retreat hastily.
The one who rejoices with the misfortunes of others alien is to love.*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2018
* In the recent fires in Greece 88 fellow humans were burnt to death and the number will rise still!
There was someone here who made it a poem of celebration of hate! To him I send my love and wish God to bless him find peace!