Short Ary Poems

February or Feb-u-ary
    Tooz-day or Tee-use-day
  Wends-day or Wednesday

  Say 'em like you mean 'em
    else you'll demean 'em...

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Eyes
intent
small face scrunched
in concentration
little fingers working hard
"Look Mommy, I've tied my shoes all by myself!"





Inspired by Nigel Fawcetts PRIME-ary School contest...

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Frogs
And snails
Don’t belong
On a teacher’s chair
Neither should snakes or small newts
Be slithering in Becky Peterson’s hair!




* Placed 2nd in Nigel Fawcett's contest, "PRIME-ary School"....

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Prime-ary Standards.
Behind every actor.
Smiles in grief.
Like the fake styles this week.
In silence there's screams.
We're all lost.
In the onslaught 
Of lost thoughts
way beyond god
and material fashion....

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Acceptance

Red 
Headed 
Little girl
Always last in line
Laughed at by the other kids
Blue eyes pleading for acceptance from her peers.






Inspired by the poerty contest
Prime-ary School by Nigel Fawcett...

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when you were mine

i felt so secure

now that you are gone

i am lost in wonder

you held me together 

when my mind went ary

now i'm confused

and screaming inside

the only thing that holds  us together

are, our names carved in bark

under weeping willows...

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This poem may have some lampoonery
Because the character has a bit of buffoon-ary
A lanky jokester who loves to play
With mirth and joy you see right away

His honest guffaws gives me a chuckle
He is not a brute; never raises a knuckle
He pulls a few tricks, but none of them are mean
A good-natured Joe, sense of humor fit for a queen....

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Christmas is love, my friend,
Happiness does easily blend
Rejuvenating our family ties
Inviting all to the table
Singing of the holy stable,
The manger, where Jesus lay
Mary, His mother most holy,
As God gives His love wholly
Still available in these chaotic days.

written December 9, 2021...

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you can see
a man's nipple
on a movie screen

i can jog
topless but
don't because

of my
belly but
believe you

me
i could
expose my

teat even though
the definition makes
the discussion to say a

female
but who
wrote the

dic
tion
ary

beware of those
who cast the
first stone

and if i'm 
outside of
a glass house

i can see
every
one's

mammaries...

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I know not of iambic pentameter,
I don’t even know my own diameter.
And when I travel about a mile,
I don’t know how much is a kilometer.

So I might be slightly confused,
About all those words, that I just used.
But when I think about other people’s folly,
Mine seem so trivial, and melon collie.

So when you’re confused, 
about what word to use,
Take a lesson from me, 
and look it up, in the dic tion ary....

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Adestes Fidelis
We Three Kings of Orient Are
Angels We Have Heard on High
Yuletide Carol

I Wonder As I Wander
Noel, Noel

Angels, From the Realms of Glory

Mary, Did You Know?
As with Gladness, Men of Old
Now, As in Days of Old
Go Tell It on the Mountain
Earth Today Rejoices
Rise Up, O Men of God

Written December 7, 2022...

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The every relationship gone ary
Causes me to toss, turn, and even cry
I don't sleep anymore
And what for?

Scornful bliss
I am tried of this

Just another lover
That is now just a friend
My broken heart
Nobody can mend

I am not so patient
And do not see
What is really wrong with me

Why do I get turned down so much
Beaten and torn
I walk on one crutch

Moving forward at no speed
Because you were what I truly need...

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Feb-ru-ary –
Snow-white blossom,
Winter hedgerow shining.

Now September –
Hedgerow harvest:
Sloe-black, slow, black,
Black fruit with purple bloom.

Sloe gin, slow, gin,
Let the alchemy begin.
Blackthorn, black fruit,
Steeped in finest London gin.

Locked in Kilner
In dark cupboard.
Wait till dark December ......


Ruby colour,
Rich aroma.
Delicious sip,
Post-prandial
Christmas dinner nip.

Mike Jones
25 August 2014...

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Now after all this time you should know me like no other.
But I see that you dont and that scares me.
A year, a year and you still dont know my birthday, favorite color, my son middle 
name, but you dont see.
So if you dont start I'm going to leave you, for somebody else.
Or maybe its that time I be by myself.
I want to be with you, but you got to show more interests.
So to my man Boss you have to step up yo game, or Ary is going to be gone!!...

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The sinners they sin and the believers they pray
But in the end we all die anyway
Some are cremated and put in an urn
Hotter than hell the bodies they burn
Others are wrapped and cast off a boat
Fishermans' blessing to carry them home
Some are fixed in poles up high 
Cast ablaze with possessions spirits ary
Egyptians are wrapped in cloth and honey
Cats and dogs they had gold and their money
One way is not better than others
All born the same the womb of our mothers...

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