Short Argues Poems

A wet Robin
Argues with the chilled worms
Dutch Treat
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Child argues with Parent
Parent cries
Child's Child argues with Child
Child cries
It's a perfect circle...

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my heart speaks.
you didn't know?
yeah. it talks
it screams
it argues
it cries
and its annoying as hell....

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There once was a Greek so to Speak
A weird kind of dominate freak!
He yaps and complains
Then argues in vain  
Til Boring's his middle name!...

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autumn art argues
amazing amber alerts
amid ambiance






Haiku - Color with Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
August 23, 2020...

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Living in the Cenozoic era
Broken down for Holocene
Quaternary argues me
Hadean Eon answered
Love is science, religion smiled 
Started launching Holy Book
Planetesimal rules, interval.
Hades, Hebrew for hell...

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shh says the soul
I must not be seen
The feathered wings of hope spread prone
seek its final rest
Inside the unseen argues with the unnoticed
Sound and words defty fill the ether
and secrets kept between myself
rip outwards for acceptance...

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I don't know why I keep going back,
Not to the one I despise 
but the one who is suppose to help.
She argues with me,
and doesn't get it
But the one I despise
Somehow I go back to her because,
She understands me,
even though I sometimes despise her
She is a good friend....

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Someone stole our best hound, he told me.
He is eight, and angry about it in a curious way.
Maybe he ran away, I suggested. Maybe no one stole him.
They did too! He argues.
How do you know?
He came home dragging the dog house they chained him to.
He might be on to something after all....

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Carbon started the show
for life on earth to grow
and form fossils below.
Modern man in the know
made fossil liquor flow.
Then mass combustion grow.

Carbon to see-o-two.
Waste gas discharge to blue.
Each day more of it spew.
The air choked with foul brew.
Man argues what to do
now judgement day is due....

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death's stood in the doorway
but i'm no good with words
so my pleas for mercy
come in the form of
fresh bandages on old wounds
and plastering my vices on greeting cards

though the reaper argues
that if there was any value
in a butterfly whose wings
are pinned to a corkboard
or a soul with one foot in the grave
and the other being fed to wolves
he'd carry his mercy in spades...

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Elvis has left the building.
The paparazzi run toward the alley.
There is no limo, only an old beat up van.
There is no peeking inside.
The windows are black.
Wait! Says one.
Elvis has been gone for over forty years.
He has been sighted numerous times, another argues.
He disappeared to have a life, throws in a third.
Elvis crouches down under the bottom bunk.
Holding his breath until they are gone....

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I think I can get into these jeans, Deloris said.
She wiggles and giggles and lies back on the bed.
The jeans are stretched as far as jeans ever go.
I wonder if they’ll split, they are crying out “whoa!”

I know I can do this, she argues, moving her fat.
I wore them a month ago, she says to her cat.
The cat rolls his eyes and goes off to catch mice.
Deloris fails to get into these jeans more than thrice....

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Spring blasts in on a winter swan’s golden wing
Bringing all the new grass a season can bring
Winter feels shoved out, and runs quickly away
Spring has come in too heartily, what can I say?

But maybe she does not know better, Autumn argues.
She is the peacekeeper with leaves of a variety of hues.
Spring overheard and decided to come in in a gentler way.
She was seen riding in on a slow bike just yesterday....

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an old ripped tarp argues with the wind
the NO TRESPASSING sign trembles
an underdressed scare crow ‘crazy dances”
mocking a city dweller manically hailing a cab
the warmth of the red barn lies to the field mice
offers only the emptiness of progress
sad hollow hope of grain-less silos
silent feathers watch as hunger preys
upon the return of every sunrise
an old ripped tarp argues with the wind 


©1/20/2019...

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The animals took turns being leader of the band.
Today it was squirrel's turn, he marched onto our land.
The fox was pouting, for he said he never got a turn.
This made the moose mad, he did a slow burn.

They each need to be the leader, the tiny mouse said.
The bear stuck out his tongue, the fox turned all red.
I should be the permanent leader, hoot owl argues.
The moose got annoyed, and began clinking his shoes....

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Envious of the faith you hold
because i have never felt its touch
Bored of the boredom
Being in reality
living in the unreality
The new born utterances explaining and naming the nothing
The voice that remained silent
through the young spilt blood
the adolescent fumbles
the undefined shadow
the decent of the descendants 
No empathy from the eye witness
No sympathy in pain
Still the unheard voice
argues in my name...

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One that dazzles minds
questions everything, anything
argues without ceasing
looks at world upside-down
builds mountains from moles
makes ordinary extra-ordinary
eyes as sharp as sword
master of doubts
creates something from nothing
challenges common wisdom
has no feeling for feelings
has burning tongue, cold heart
50 years old but 100 years in thought
discovers new things without voyages
stands on dead men’s shoulders...

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But she’s my friend your 8-year-old argues.
I want her back!

Children always chase the one who got away.
Reasoning does not work.
Arguing works less.

There is something diabolically appealing
About the friend who got away, the one who
Is snotty and mean to them.

These are the “friends” they want back,
And immediately.
These are the ones whose accolades they
Chase after.

It makes absolutely no sense,
Yet I see it every day....

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The matter between my eyes and my soul is for the materiali$tic
The depths of my soul only reachable by the idealistic 
My journey thus far can only be described as realistic
Sometimes I wish my life was more simplistic
I have an aura that makes me spiritualistic
But the L in my name argues I'm more Logicalistic
I'm certainly not evangelistic
In truth I'm just moralistic
When it comes to being verbalistic
I like to think I'm intellectualistic...

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I know a man, a breaking man
Who can't be broken.

He's been tested far beyond
And come through fire.

Sometimes I catch the sorrow in his eye 
As he torments himself with right from wrong.

He argues, analyzes...sits in the other chair.
He puzzles over every deed,
Imagines her not being there...

Then can't accept such thoughts of peace,
Her fate, even if it's of her own choosing.

A broken man who can't be broken,
Sits weeping...not losing....

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Sir Reginald Fly-eating Frog is dapper and tall
Women swarm around him when he goes to the mall.
Some scream their appreciation as if Elvis is near.
He is my cousin, and I try to tell them he’s not really that dear.

He is dapper and distinguished though one argues toward me.
I look at him and roll my eyes, I know him better than thee.
I think it’s his jumping legs that puts their pantaloons in a spin.
He is diabolical too, truly not a catch, in no way a win....

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My imagination yells write write write, or paint at least.
She is insistent, and worried, a concerned, noncompliant beast.
We need to do something! She argues. This sleeping is weird.
I have reached a point where slumber is nothing to be feared.

Still, like a three-year-old I do not want to take a nap.
It makes me feel old and feeble, which makes me feel like crap.
I want to do what my imagination wants me to do.
But this body of mine is not helping, which makes me blue....

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nineseventeen PM
a slow drip torments the kitchen
the TV argues with the walls
in another room
that damn mosquito waits
tuning its violin
a distant odor of skunk
sneaks under the door
two crickets argue
over the temperature
worms sniff the cool damp air
a commuter train hurries
to make last call
a lazy dog farts
in hope the skunk is listening
a kettle whistles
soft slippers shuffle
tea…..and toast
call to the past
come sit awhile


John G. Lawless
©5/21/2018...

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One that dazzles minds
questions everything, anything
argues without ceasing
looks at world upside-down
builds mountains from moles
makes ordinary extra-ordinary
eyes as sharp as sword
master of doubts
challenges common wisdom
has no feeling for feelings
whole world is in the head
has burning tongue, cold heart
50 years old but 100 years in thought
ahead of the world he lives in
discovers new things without voyages
stands on dead men’s shoulders
but may not produce own baby...

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