Short Amuses Poems

nature amuses
seasonal songs not in tune
fearing of boredom...

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My best friend is a Ghost
He amuses me
I depend on him the most
Although he bemuses me...

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A chocolate split with banana
Amuses the girls in Havana
A little ice cream
Does soothe self-esteem
When missionaries shout, "Hose Anna!"...

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My eMuse amuses and then accuses
Telling me that I am lazy
But to me that just confuses
And makes me think that she is crazy
For when I don't write she loses...

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Am I but a wanton woman then?
She looks at her reflection
When did she get this pretty?
Her Rubenesque backside amuses her
She feels sexy, sultry, sassy and satisfied...

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My dog is on his back
His legs high in the air
His body is stretched out like a ruler
His contentment amuses me
Nine months ago, he had never had a home
Now he is the king of ours...

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About My Wife Created a Ballad

About my wife had creating a ballad,
And when viewed found to be valid;
Always amuses;
Cookbook uses;
Makes great meal served with salad.

Jim Horn...

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A clever horse grazes grass before the dawn phases,
out in the open field, a man gazes,
and amuses as destruction causes.

Due to a river changing courses,
Due to the man's travesty of resources....

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a woman with a child is running in the rain
to her car?
is she a mom or a grand mom?
difficult to know
the running part amuses me
is she fearful?
does she always run?
does she look frightened by the lightning?
I am confused why I am intrigued 
Am I a psychopath?...

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She talks fast
as if she is afraid
if she does not get it out
she might be interrupted

which amuses us
for she is the one
who does all the interrupting
in this lunch room

She is desperate now
for an audience
talking faster.
We flee to our rooms
to eat alone....

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Mainly a friend that loves and amuses
I often would be lost without you
Never a moan parts your lips
Steadfastly you guard our home
Tenderly you wash and groom the cats
Ready to go for a run at the drop of a hat
A true and loving companion you
Live life with wagging tail and a smile...

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I am determined to be me no matter what happens
No matter who throws a fit
No matter what catastrophe rears her ugly head
No one can talk me out of it

Some strangers have tried
In a roundabout way
Trying to talk me into being more like them than me
It amuses me, but I do not get their phone numbers....

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Dreams of love, future, and desire
Resting thoughts as you sleep
Ever dreaming of jubilant things
Always beautiful, glorious, and adored
Mind that lets all feelings flow in your peaceful slumber
So very queer, lovely, and gay.


this is what i do to express my self. what i find out amuses me.

enjoy! -WÖLF...

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My muse is an amusing muse
My muse amazes me
My muse has many shining hues
That colour poetry

Boast about her musings bright
And muse about her long
Let my muse throw out her light
For from her comes my song

My muse is an infusing muse
My muse begets my rhyme
No finger of accusing blues
Amuses every time...

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Listen to poem:

Razzmatazz is jazz beyond roots and blues.
Razzle-dazzle kaleidoscope of hues.
Music and dance with multi-color moves.
Its pizzazz and cool schmooze amuses.
It fizzes glitz and glamour in views.
Which delight even the sanest muses,
To write poems no reader refuses,
To be dazzled, frazzled by its uses
Of words come to play with no excuses....

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A screaming banshee
Her heart seems to yell
For pleasure beyond
I can bring her to life
She amuses so many
With her talented speech 
Timid she is not
She moves with force
A call that’s above all
Overwhelming its show
The banshee she is
Always yelling for love

Entrant into Catie Lindsey's "Metaphorically Speaking" contest

9/8/2012...

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Write what you know
Write what you love
Invent a new world
Invent words
Be silly
Play

Write what you see
Write what bothers you
Write what amuses you
Invent a new persona
Let the words dance
Sing them home

Poetry does not have to be fancy
Poetry does not have to be frilly
Be truthful
Heartfelt honesty sells
People love it
Write what you know...

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I'm feelin' real goodah in my bermuda
munching on crisp, deep-fried barracuda.

It amuses me to think that on my plate
pieces of a ferocious predator wait

to be poked and stabbed by my silvery fork.
It could've been me in the jaws of this dork.

Is this the terrible terror of the sea?
Why, in bite-sizes it indeed is tasty,
dipped in sauce of vengeance, great delicacy!...

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I can swim through the iciest of waters;
The dolphins hunt with me,
Then we part ways
and feast on our catch;

The vision the land dwellers have amuses me, 
Their picture is hopelessly flawed;
We don't have the tail of a fish,
Just the ability to swim hard and strong;

Our eyes see in the deep dark depths 
Our voices sing with the waves; 
The rhythm of the darkness warns the sailors
'Beware of Mermaids'....

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Yesterday I planted the purple mums
Which had sat forlorn on the porch for days.
A monarch butterfly is scouring porch searching for mums today.

Monarch is fifteen yards away from the goal plant.
Will he settle for a light on the marigolds or the roses?
I watch him take off, in an optimistic way.

He flits up and down from bush to flower,
Settling on the purple mums. 
This determined butterfly amuses me....

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It amuses me when people ask
“How are you?”
Fortunately for us both
They never ask
“Who are you?”

For that answer relies upon a deep dive
Into the hollows of a heart
The scorched remains of a soul
A lonely walk
Through the darkness of youth
The crumbled “joy” of innocence
The malingering residue of defeat.

Do not ask who I am
Just leave me to further become
The residue of resurrection’s raw madness
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Wryly he grins at the familiar thought
that he's once again eating late breakfast
over early lunch, or maybe just 
the other way around.

It amuses him he's still this unsure,
much like being still unable to tell
if the orange sun in a painting 
is rising or setting.

He gently brushes a strand of stray hair
from her cheek, tucks it soft behind her ear 
round her nape, a fleeting smile 
of  uncertainty in her sleep.

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Modern landscaping amuses me no end
in mansions and cottages round the bend.

To folks who seem aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown lawn is still ill-manicured,

unless there are potteries strewn around,
cracked, skewed, partly sunken in the ground.

But pots breed bad skitters that fill your artery
with dengue through this silly pseudo-artistry.

So, next time you stare at your yard be wary:
Mosquitoes sting anyone dabbling in pottery....

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Orange stimulates every fiber of my being
Coaxing out the most creative sides of myself
Sizzling singing slinging dazzling dancing prancing orange.

The happiest color there could ever be
She revs me up, excites my libido, enthuses and amuses
Orange increases my joy by leaps and heaps

She shows me the tango, flashes her brazen smile,
Pirouettes in high heels, and flips me some sassy.
I would be lost without orange actually; adrift and helpless....

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Written by Gail DeBole

My laughing paintbrush
Amuses the canvas with
Many mornings and tickles
Two half-polished pumpkins.

Cobwebs of cornstalk
Casually poise on the
Pumpkins and branch into
The air like pick-up sticks.

A stroke of orange
Pumpkin gets
Lost on my cheek.
The camouflaged children 
Have come and gone.

Two pumpkins helplessly smile
On the itchy rug.
The third is in the oven...

Becoming more like the 
Hairline of a balding man
The longer it bakes....

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