Short Ad Hoc Poems

Leonard Nimoy (Mr Spock),
His music career quite ad hoc,
Sang of Bilbo in sixty eight,
With his fringe still Vulcan straight....

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Custodian of Apostrophe's Apostle

Who done it, steed?
Who said what's read
between the lines marked
with ad hoc diacritic dashes?...

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There was a butcher from Elmsgate
Who drank every day to celebrate.
One tipsy day at the chopping block
He swung  his cleaver ad hoc.
Now he knows just how to amputate....

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The plumbers name was stop cock jock
Whose eyes were firmly on the clock
Put his wrench in his belt
What a shock when he knelt
Cos the grippers caught in his ad hoc

With tears flowing like a river
He tried to stand and deliver
His bits changed to blue
Mates said what a to-do
Stop cock jock was all of a quiver


Penned January 3 2019...

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Everytime you discover 
a new black hole;
someone crosses the border
and starts crying.

Thread weaved in and out 
of tapestry. You were nailed 
to the wall, which never 
had any doors.

Why were you not a mackintosh ?
You scripted strangely, talking 
of an open world. You smell
a war between the poems-

in a book. There was no ad hoc
pain in groins. Your boney 
nose went to find the peat moss
in the jungle of sandalwoods.


Satish Verma...

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A mob of crows conflate a raucous debates
with sweet songs.

They gather
on the broken branches of Autumn,
they fill the leafless spaces
that now are only naked windows
for a colorless sky.

An ad hoc hectoring
of dark and light notes shakes a cold wind -
a song sheet for the fallen and failing.

If you watch and listen
to that black-winged rabble
all will turn into the glossy iridescence
of ethereal harp music
played solo upon the few twigs left
within these stark woods....

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Mom and dad you are the best
you are the key for any lock
i can bet and cop any test
i was wet or sad and broke
you got me rid of yet modest
eye see me far ear my knock
toy pen tie bat and all rest
my kid-ask was not ad-hoc
you buy me all may not afford
you are my god you are my lord
for any foe big dam and sword 
i beg to god not big mart
it is an apt and bit smart
i opt to hid you in my heart


Date 04/13/2016
Entered Contest : A poem you are proud of
Sponsored by: SKAT A...

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