Short Anecdotes Poems
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anecdotes and jokes
are a way to loosen up.
they change a person's
visage in moments to joy
or flashing consternation.
Warm sunlight,into perspective
percolates upon pensive portraits.
Anecdotes of the bourgois domestique
commissioned to decorate &please
golden
bells,
a harp
and silver spoon,
feasts,
frolics
in myths
&mysteries:
anecdotes
lyrics
&eulogy
a romance
oblivious
to
everything
REMNANTS OF NATURE-:-
robust
energetic
anecdotes
oddly
ambivalent
in PASSIVE POSTURE
precludes
underlined
titles
deliberately
subverted
in COUNTER IMAGE
emphatically
unstable
impressions
theoretically
subjective
Friends, let’s share delicious
Food, laughter, anecdotes,
Funny songs, birthday toasts.
Full glasses clink as the
Family celebrates:
Father is eighty years!
Feel the joy and the love.
September 24, 2016
For contest Pleiades F
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Childhood anecdotes
will always be flawlessly polished.
A journey defined by growth,
actions, and ambitions.
Mentorship marked by love,
wisdom, and faithfulness.
Fleeting reflections on a time
we can never reclaim.
tales told in the wind
anecdotes of seashell bliss-
echoes of blue in the sky
fictional sailing
fleeing beyond eventide-
ivory silk shades parchment
I chose picture #2
Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Joseph May
July 14, 2019
An eloquent stutterer he was,
whose anecdotes were luscious and true
he lived in the days of aesthetics,
but had no comeliness in size or stature;
His teachings were unadulterated and void of fallacy
Ipso facto he was condemned to the gallows,
he tasted of the legendary hemlock potion
And died before he lived.
Lyrics from a song,
A chapter of a book,
A certain scent,
Could be all it took.
A scene in a film,
Lines from a play,
A walk in the park,
On a certain day.
Funny anecdotes,
A time in the past,
An item of clothing,
Having something to last.
Seasons of the year,
A favourite flower,
A beautiful view,
Memories hold that power.
Johnny Boffo was a comic's comic.
Johnny, JB to his friends,
had the late night crowd in stitches
with a variety of one-liners
and amusing anecdotes.
After his last set he
left the Comedy Barn
and while crossing the street
to his motel room
was struck and killed
by a speeding cattle truck.
They say he died happy;
but I kinda of doubt it.
The small things
That do not matter
At that time
Trivial anecdotes
Embellish our lives
Like a play that emotes
Part of our chronicle
That keeps us afloat
During troubled times.
As we recall
Events of the past
Regardless of importance
It brings some balance
With a smile
A moment of nostalgia
And a sense of warmth
A port for an
Emotional storm.
Strangely, I have nothing to confess,
Oh, perhaps when I was younger,
When the temper of an alcoholic father
Left me cowering in the shadows;
Safe when he did not see me,
Safe when Mom intercepted the anger ~
But that was long ago
And childhood has faded
Into anecdotes of bizarre incidents,
Which oddly are simply amusing
Now that fear is far away.
floral fluidity
disclosed
in fragile beauty
artifacts announced
in allegory
a semblance
of stilled life
ornate
yet commonplace
enjoyment ancient&modern
in fragments
of familiarity
assemblage of emblems
of
the everyday
motifs
anecdotes
of the incidental
ostensible&elementary
inanimates
to deceive
the eye.
You clean, you shop, you stir, you chop;
You add marshmallows to the top.
You cannot stop or all will flop;
The doorbell rings – you smile and hop.
The sweat you mop or oven prop;
With guests, the anecdotes you swap.
A drink you cop but dare not drop
A morsel of your festive crop.
From shop to chop to hop to mop,
The day will pass – and then you’ll plop!
*Happy Thanksgiving Day!
I'm piling up the anecdotes..Remarks and more besides.' I'll
Show historical content also, maybe others can't abide?
I'll even trawl my memory finely, going decades back' up till the
Present tense, and waiting; maybe some have got my back?
Or maybe its God that heals my spirit? Just Keeps me going on?
Till we get a ( peace-fire ) burning people' leaving dead ideals if they've gone.. Well quite wrong!
As
time
ticks by
you grow wise
and dreams start to fade
while innocence and youth vanish
leaving you to deal with life’s hypocrisies and lies
and extraordinary slowly vanishes from your vocabulary forever.
Old
age
oft turns
hopes into
unfulfilled wishes
restricted to the realm of dreams
for reality no longer supports fantasies
and your persona consists of anecdotes, memories, and idiosyncrasies.
Well what can i put.? I saw piers morgan
Interview him.? And well he.? Made morgan look good.! I saw a great empathy
For the pepple around, even morgan.'
He now.. Jhonny broke new ground.' He put Piers at ease, there was noticable wisdom
And anecdotes, he had me smiling, from a
Subtle joke.' All respect to man who called
Saville a word.' Ammounts to pred-o-vile
Search the net, for this intervew, it will be worth your while.)
What makes him tough? She asked me.
I dared not say, for she is a rounder with glee.
Seriously, she prodded. Please give me an example.
Variety of anecdotes about this thug were more than ample.
However, she is my cousin, and she always goes after the bad.
This Tom is seriously not a nice guy, a thug, a thief and a cad.
I got invited to their wedding the sixteenth of July.
It surprised me although to this day, I have no idea why.
this moment of fear is actually a moment of fun
for it is here that i realize that i am not the only one
the bravest of the brave always have stories to tell
of how they got up from that spot where they fell
it is then that i am inspired to forge on with my excursion
and let God be my Guide and the Foreman of my next version
my experience will be many....my anecdotes massive
i can then discover My Self....and never again to myself be passive
Here's another new year
I wish health and prosperity for all dear
I know nothing bad will happen ,I've no fear
If it happens, I know I'll steer.
New year resolution I've made
I'll work on past memories to fade
I'll hold no grudge I'll accept what is layed
To remain happy ,this will be of aid.
May everyone's life end on a happy note
May all sail happily ,on the life's boat
May this happen and our lives we will dote
May our lives become anecdotes.
Indianapolis welcomes you.
Navigate, find your place, sailing through
synthetic waterway just for fun.
Off’ring journeys with anecdotes,
carriages, kayaks and pedal boats
worthwhile way to enjoy snow or sun.
We'll park your vehicle, while you fete
with friends, fam'ly, or special date.
Hire out a gondolier; he can hunt
for local sites, you don't want to miss -
hideaways where you can reminisce,
use Indy’s canal at Riverfront.
written November 29, 2016
She said she wasn't the same,
So what do I have to lose,
Besides being rejected by the dame,
Still bereft of the right to choose,
Still the lawyer's feels to pay,
When will justice have its way,
Over the anarchy of the home,
Fight back against the monopoly,
Even when you stand alone,
Anecdotes do not personify,
The enemy lurking in my arms,
Hold fast the flood's approaching,
For their verbal onslaughts will cause you harm,
Prepare to become revolutionary.
I am that faded black album
Buried deep under your bed
Something new comes along,
You forget all my songs
Lyrics gone from the back of your head
You used to put me on and dance-
Twirl to the cascading notes
But my style is old,
And my tales have been told,
Bitter anthems and bruised anecdotes
But don't you dare forget the past
Though the future may claim that it's dead
For there once was a time,
Long before this sad rhyme
When you heard my soft music instead.
Old wooden pepper grinder’s
thinking of the past.
Dreaming ‘bout its days of glory,
now collecting dust.
It’s got stories, it’s got wisdom
but no one’s there to listen.
It’s feeling rusty, useless and lonely
somewhere in the kitchen.
Wanting to retell old anecdotes,
just to be taken into warm hands.
Instead Alzheimer’ s at the door,
saying he wants to be friends.
Old wooden pepper grinder’s
thinking of the past.
Praying to be used again
before the journey’s end.
Not again shall I fall a victim of folly,
Or again allow my heart be melancholy.
I shall let loose my fancy roam unroped,
And my dreams wander unstopped.
Ideas shall rule my mind,
And all I have shall respite find
In the autonomous flow of ease,
Till I slumber in eternal bliss.
Never again shall I follow the dictum of demagogues,
Nor be counseled by empty anecdotes of conceited pedagogues;
I shall let all slither free,
And all ordained to be shall be.