Short Abridge Poems

Up
abridge
establish
coexistent
multitude of a cosmopolitan.


2019 September 21
#2
howmanysyllables
1,2,3,4,10...

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The vicar of Timbuktu*
Drank a bit more than a few
He pulled out his clock
And said to his flock,
"It looks like urine luck, too!"

*Tombouctou...

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With humorous mind
Plucks spunky courage 
To write poop verses
Poems not abridge

To a complete gaffe
Loves stiff cockie pudding
A gentle soft soul
Nutty and charming


11/25/2019


 Poetry Contest:      Mcwhirtle Me  

Sponsored by: Charles Messina...

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That shelter-less man under the bridge'
Irritates that lady who swears at him;
They together beg their anger abridge,
They come back; again sing the same love hymn,
Whose husband was he? Whose wife she, a midge?
Both have many issues all go well trim.


15 June 2021
Bite Size Poem no7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Azalea of new
Bring the cornflower New
Evening Sun absorbed by the Glory of the snow
Calling upon the peach blossom slow
Ever the Lilacs are mixed fair
Dote on the Gerberas over there
Abridge and count petals of a Greater Celandine
Round about the Croas shines
Irises smile
At the Spoonwood for a mile
Nearing the sweet pea as Axalea of New.
April 2016...

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Misery
Written: by Tom Wright
8-16-2016

When affairs of life aren’t going right,
 I try to reminisce about the good times.
Past lingering notions of feeling contrite,
To rest in my psychological paradigms.

But pages once turned I cannot abridge,
For no more will they pass my way again;
Seems I’m left to surmount a moving ridge,
With thoughts that I’m unable to constrain;
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Loving you is a boon
You came in as a bliss
I offer my sweet kiss
Oh! my honey dew toon
My dark night's hopeful moon
My dream's cute little Miss


You are growing like trees
Like the Pines on the ridge
Where wishes get abridge
Only God to appease
And none other to please
On His feet like a midge

I can see God in you
Oh! my sweet honey dew

(c) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
05/09/2015
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so run the rainbow up my spine
curve me over serpentine
I'll abridge your life to mine
life to mine a bag of gold
roll in riches  hard and cold
cold as witches smiles at night
beneath the silver pale moonlight
where we can dance with whom we pick
hurry now I"M feeling sick 
too much color on my back
I think I'll have an art attack
art attacks me in my sleep
it colors up my counting sheep
and leads them off to sing a song
where have I been my whole life long?...

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