Short Abnormally Poems
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It's time I admit that I am a quitter
No longer, am I, a cigarette sitter
The stick, I flung
To save some lung
And now I am abnormally bitter
bare shoulders ripple
straining with unseen weight
scarred biceps bulge
saturated by interior rain
veins bursting forth
exploding from darkness
forearms swell abnormally
hiding suppressed emotion
fingers clutch frantically
for a heart shattering......
From the glimpse of my eye
It's came to a surprise
The sun rise still beautiful
It's breathtaking
How the pinkish colorbleeds red as it fills the sky
It frightens me
I try to gaze away
But it's abnormally color
A deep red
Through the sky's red haze
A mysterious color
the buzzing was abnormally loud
I thought it was a giant super bee
Possibly manufactured by North Korea
My eyes took a few seconds to find it
She was fast moving
The largest hummingbird I have ever seen
I tried to take a video of her
but she disappeared before my phone booted up
The stubborn frog was holding tight to the yellow zinnia
She had abnormally long petals, so she kept him dry in spurts.
However, her stalk was slippery. He kept sliding into the wet grass
Let go! His wife said. “It is dry down here, under the mushroom.”
But he had tuned her out for so many years, he could not hear her.
The sleeping giant stirred
Turned over on one side
The world was engulfed
By an abnormally high tide.
Tectonic plates quivered
The whole world gave a shake
Before finally settling back
With just a few minor quakes.
Now totally relaxed
The sleeping giant sleeps on
And until he next stirs
The state of peril is gone.
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Now it’s come to our attention
Of a matter needing mention
It concerns nature’s call
And applies to one and all.
You may think us rather rash
But this issue’s creating a splash
It concerns the alarming notion
Of abnormally large bowel motions.
In the interests of health and safety
It’s a workplace obligation you see
The CEO now demands
Anything over 10 pounds must be lowered in by hand.
The Little Ice Age
Cold
northern
winds sweep down
across Europe,
displacing warm air
and pushing it upwards,
engulfing the landscape in
the grip of the Little Ice Age
to inflict hardships on the people
who partake in winter activities.
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Note:
The “Little Ice Age” was a period that lasted from 1300 to 1900 AD in which abnormally lower temperatures influenced living conditions in Europe.
the blinds go up in a slow methodical way
then they abnormally travel back down
up and down, up and down, twice
the cupboards bang open and shut
the lights flicker
a glass jiggles its way across the counter
ghost or no ghost?
No ghost, says everyone except grandma
she knows it is grandpa when the TV goes off
He never did like a romantic movie, she tells us
How can she believe in this stuff? someone says.
She’s lived longer than the rest of us
Maybe that’s why.
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Ice Hangings
David J Walker
My backward
Paradise
Has entered an
Extended season
Of unexpected ice
Unwelcomed
Not needed in
The February storm
That formed after an
Abnormally warm week
Of unwinter like weather
Winter has moved back in
decorating with
ice hangings like
stalactites formed
over a week of
bitter cold nights
that at any moment
might come crashing down
The thing is
we are bound to have
warmer weather again
but not until
Spring sets in
The annual church picnic is fun for the congregation for sure.
Grams says the conversation is abnormally delicate and demure.
There are thugs, known criminals, and thieves, I can assure.
But we try to pretend it is not so, said my cousin sweet Burr.
Many uppity muppities try to get you to join, to reassure.
That they have a ticket to heaven on the hems of Ms. Curr.
She is the one who insists she has paved the way for sure.
I run from her because when we scrap, she pulls out my fur.