Short Afterward Poems
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sophistry blends with artistry
woos the languid lover
afterward, ‘pon reentry
devilish charms uncovered
At a certain diner I often stop
It's super cheap; they serve such slop
Afterward, a broom and a mop,
Then on the pot 'til there's a plop
Hearts and Flowers
The Eiffel Tower
An engagement ring
Reason to sing
A wedding planned
Passion's quicksand
Soon afterward ~
Romance interred
"Don't sass me"
Conscience will justify you in it
In all ages of the world fiction has lured the obtuse
Afterward act accordingly to the dictates of your best judgment
Passion for life is exhilarating.
Climbing to heights of reward.
Achieving a top overrating.
Amazing a great afterward.
Nayda Ivette
9-13-2015
Cut the cancer,
Lance the boil,
Oil the rash,
Gash the unnatural growths
Inside your soul.
And splash on sentiment, afterward:
Cheap antiseptic, but it won’t sting.
I forgive if I can
I apologize if I am wrong
Sometimes, I get angry
But don't carry hatred
Maybe I have grudge
But fade afterward
Revenge is not mine
I let time do the favor.
It seems to me,
That in my younger years,
I would not procrastinate.
But I would first evaluate.
Then, I would calculate.
Afterward, I would vacate.
I'm aging now,
And it seems to me that
I only want to 'staycate'.
beautiful rainbow
reminder of God’s promise....
follows gentle rain
There was a gentle rain recently, falling from a sunlit sky.
Afterward, a beautiful rainbow remained.
© May 18 2010 For Rick’s “Strict haiku” contest
(20/08/2011)
I will hold my breath,
And sweep my sight to the sky,
Before crying
I’ll scream out loud in heart,
Stab my nails in palm over your lie,
Before crying
None of them worked afterward,
Cos my tears dripped then vaporized
From the beginning
lazy, long afternoon
preening sphinx-like
catches a stray scent
aha! dinner!...
stealth-creep
agonizingly slow,
'til, target in sight
she springs...
afterward, sated
lightly licks
the corners
of her whiskers
curls back into
her no-hammock
a poem just Now written
a poem enters
is recorded and exits..
recorded Now..and
in readings afterward
the reading colors the Now
but not in the colors
of the recorded poem..
yet both the
writing and reading
express the
ever-present Now...
A summer night
A room, a bed
A life-time of emotions
Beneath the covers
And mosquito net
Eating grapes
Reddened by the sun
Love-sweet and round
Cool rain, washes clean
And muddied pools scattered
Mingled with bitter-sweet tears
Shed afterward.
High and low we search
in every crack and crevice
Likely and unlikely places
yet we find no traces
of what we are looking for
the reason for existence
spending our whole lives in pursuit
afterward, we search even more
Whenever insomnia doesn't allow me any rest,
I correct the problem by having sex.
Afterward I'm asleep within minutes,
but I often leave my partner unfulfilled and distressed.
So if any of you beautiful, lovely poeteses
are lacking in sleep, I offer my services.
LOL!
Isn't it ironic that most of the world's human population,
enjoy movies about underdogs resisting oppression,
ultimately thriving afterward with their celebrated rebellion,
when in the real world it appears that most everybody,
submit without question to authority willingly.
SNOWMEN DIE IN SPRINGTIME
Snowmen never stand
in the yards afterward when
it's near forty-two degrees
shovel put away
hasn't snowed since Christmas Day
SNOWMEN DIE IN SPRINGTIME
2/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Sedoka Poetry Verse
LOOKS LIKE RAIN
Up
Up
Away
Umbrella
High into the sky
Is it sunny or is it clouds?
With warm delight you melt or bounce into moist ceiling
Afterward drifting down, handle in hand, chatting with your favorite person, ever wiser
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
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William A Cleator once lost his entire memory of his identity.
Afterward, William A Cleator underwent years of intensive therapy.
William A Cleator adapted and was "cured" inevitably,
when he was resurrected as TheKidster, Billy.
Billy TheKidster, William A Cleator's alter ego personality.
RIP WAC.
She poke my skin so deep
With a needle but not ozz with blood
It numb my skin a little but safe I keep
After awhile a soothing felt I'm glad
Another many poke apart of deep in a dot
Leaving a mark unmatched but crazy faint
That made my ear a little crinzy hot
Afterward those numb collate a healing saint.
Dauntless in everything,
yet afraid of ending.
Positive when life throws-
one of its hurtful curves.
When ask to do something,
Bang!mission accomplished,
Oftentimes taciturn,
sooner or later blabby.
One minute ecstatic,
afterward blood-boiling.
Running my own race,
is my life's purpose.
God brought a flood to destroy the world
‘coz mankind had corrupted his way upon the earth
Afterward, God vowed never to destroy it by water again
since man was corrupt from the day of his birth
Seems the Lord had his cake there, and ate it too
and that’s my take, for what it’s worth
If you find yourself in “the tunnel”,
in case it's a matter of blood sugar,
eat something.
No matter what or how much.
Want a nap afterward?
Take it.
The only expectations
you must live up to
are your own.
If you can't meet them
it might be better
to lower the bar.
Relief comes in knowing
there's no sin in being imperfect.
I am a very lucky man
to be a tiny part
of God's grand plan
On the Sabbath I stay away
from society's business
for one whole day
Spend time with family and friends
Pray, study, commune
take stock of life's ends
Afterward, relaxed and refreshed
I resume life's daily test
primed to do my level-best
I've been focusing lately on our friend P D.
P D is very therapeutic for me
especially when I feel moody or very grouchy.
I just unload all I've got on our friend P D
and then afterward things feel better for me
and P D seems to take it all most humorously.
I have such great friends. How Lucky Is Me?
Best Wishes Always,
Love,
B