Short Accommodating Poems
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I can hear
the ranting fish
talking
far below
Feelings are
just feelings
says the fish
And nothing
Is more
accommodating
than water
Form:
There once was a chef very snobby
Who made sushi at home as a hobby
Horseradish was great
But did not please his date
So with sharkskin he grated wasabi
Aloft in mighty oaks
Autumn signals their fall
As eager squirrels wait
Anticipating an
Avalanche, nutty treats
After which comes the feast
Accommodating all
it’s scary to bloom in front of the world. Put me in a pot sectioned off from all the ‘isms’. I can’t wait to tiptoe into my beauty. Every aspirations accommodating sadness. Teaching sadness to smile.
robotics man had never used a quill before
He begged for an old-fashioned ink well
We were accommodating, because he is our guest
his calligraphy made experts cry
he did this well
like he did everything
Admirable
Tough
Lots of energy
Abrasive
Sunset
Trusting
Hardworking
Original
Mature-ish
Accommodating
Sociable
Balanced
Ultimate edition
Candid
Healthy
Abundant
Non-nonchalant
Agile
Neighborly
The Old Rocking Chair
I sink in reminiscence swinging on the old rocking chair once accommodating
grandpa and me on his lap.
11/06/16
One line-one liner theme The old Rocking Chair Contest by Rick Parise
No place like home.
Comfort pillow.
Comfort blanket.
Warm cuddly dog.
Relaxed, warm, safe.
In my own nest.
No place like home.
Comfort food.
Comfort company.
Accommodating husband.
Familiar surroundings.
Things that I love.
Spring
Newness
Alluring
Astonishing
Accommodating
Longings emerge, ignite
Thoughts of romance, amore
Birds seek a mate, build a strong nest
Tulips green leaves penetrate the earth
Blossoms emit fragrance that says come love
Tears- never knew a home
So accommodating, like
Diamonds- cut with blood
So devastating the
Weakness- the marker of a soul
So Broken, by
Shame-in a mirage of a life
So Hopeless because of the
Meaninglessness-I carry with me
So futile these
Wasted-tears
In the labyrinth of my mind
My memory library dwells
That vaulted endless space
Where secrets quietly die
and story-spun webs
Are bound with the knots of life
Accommodating each new day
The dusty library swells
Discarding faded pages
‘til but snapshots remain
Of long-gone skies and
Half remembered faces
a societal façade to please the outside
no true emotion
seeking pleasure from others
getting sucked dry by leeches
accommodating others' moods
acting according to how they act
striving to please them
finding little comfort in them
totally free in solitude
maximum expression
cortisol nonexistent
consistently complacent
Patience
Gentle,discreet
Annoying,understanding,accommodating
Teacher, author,
player ,driver
Writing
,playing ,driving
covered, deep
Anxiety
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Shadows sweep along
the street, branching off
in all directions,
radiating outward.
Heat ripples steamy air
as a woman pushes
a silent baby in a carriage
up the way.
A plane in the distance
stretches itself across
the accommodating azure sky,
sound of the engine a drone.
A breeze whispers
capriciously,
teasing trees,
teasing skin.
This moment,
as is every,
is eternal.
I've been informed by very reliable sources on which I do rely,
That Jolly old Saint Nicholas, who is a very accommodating guy,
Will be delivering a generous supply of toilet tissue to everyone in need!
(Don't be alarmed to find that on Christmas Morn your tree has been TPeed!)
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Santa's Covid Humor" Contest
Tied for Second Place in the contest
They said he'd cracked,
like a jar in the wind,
ajar to within.
Grumbling gears in an attic of a mind,
cranked with the resiliency of an old steam engine,
chugging along.
Muddy cigar for the failures,
basement couch for the come-backs,
after being knocked off a hundred times,
the podium has never had this many scratches,
climbs back up every time,
but gallows are never very accommodating.
Down by the sea
Soft waves call to me
They motion my emotions
forever calls to be free
I float with contentment
Abated from fear
They complete my resentment
With nothing to hear.
We are one with our bodies
All purpose crystal clear,
We pass through each other
Liquidating the years
Assimilating, accommodating
All life in arrears
The waters of our planet,
are made of our Tears.
busy folk walking
its in hospital I lie
I hear staff talking
softly accommodating
spend my last moments waiting
give a man my heart
when his own stops and wont start
better way to live
this is what I want to give
take cells blood every last part
truth everyone dies
she cant see- give her my eyes
donation is wise
take vocal chords to help chat
brain just for a democrat
Ahh yes, our friend of course, the Pancake
Fluffy and accommodating
A stack of love for you and me
Ffffff..flip it! Yeah!
I pour you on a hot griddle
A light-brown face
Of total acceptance
Yes, of course, I’ll have another
Please love me
Like I love you
Your varied shapes
I gobble up, always grateful
A friend with a riddle
A friend on the griddle
I’ll never forget you
Our friend… the Pancake
The Waters
'Waters!' said I, 'thing of neap tide.'
To warn me about the marine
I crave the aquatic, Atlantic admiralty
Death shall bring reefs
Aboard seaborne ships
Waters, Lakes, Seas
All moisten around me
'Waters!' said I, 'thing of neap tide.'
To warn me about the marine
The accommodating arapaima arousing
Eagerly I looked forthe waters…
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Only this;
And a joyousness
Remembering many beautiful, matriarch models
And so you came gently in forgiveness;
Forgiving, allowing the arboreal atonement
I threw my resort upon the heart;
Of my cold unloving mind;
Back into my memories accommodating
That uttermost - that uttermost;
And the savior was classifying;
The arboreal atonement allowing
4/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Why do people disregard
The people all around them?
Doing things to spoil the day
For strangers who surround them?
Riding motor bikes in parks
Where doing so’s not lawful?
Blasting music I don’t like
At volumes simply awful?
Littering when garbage pails
Are plentiful and waiting?
Sitting too close on a bench
(Not rule accommodating)?
I wonder if their rudeness
Comes from some infernal plan
Or simply that they do these things
Because they know they can.
The View I See of Bread and Drink
By Franklin Price
4/27/2015
The view I see of bread and drink
Caresses my eyes makes me think
Confirming what my eyes have seen
Subsequent thoughts are what I glean
Bread is upright us to avail
Ice or not our drink to hail
Accommodating for varied taste
Thoughtfully prepared and not in haste
The glasses full for optimist
Bread lightly toasted I did insist
Enough for friends to partake too
Still leaves enough for me and you
My mom takes me.
Therapists are very accommodating.
I talk with rhymes.
Waiting on slimes.
She walked through the door.
It started to pour.
She hands me a notebook thank you.
Therapists hate me.
But they collect a fee.
In the waiting room.
Connections of doom.
22 seconds later, I’m done.
I was writing, I wasn’t moving my lips at all.
She’s smiling, I’m sure of it.
She smiles me through the door.
My mom picks me up on Mondays.
She knows the way home.
She knows.
Walking barefoot in the park
on a carpet of green grass;
Nature's cool, dewy fingers
massage and tickle my toes.
A brisk tactile breeze tussles
my unruly mop of hair;
sending a shiver running
along the length of my spine.
Soaking up rays, I bathe in
warm sunlight, treating my skin
to its therapeutic touch;
bringing a blush to my cheeks.
And the roughened bark of an
accommodating shade-tree
scratches a persistent itch;
as it rubs my grateful back.