Short Asides Poems
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Youth distracts
from truth,
But she
abides
Whispering
asides.
They know
she’s there,
And feel
the essence
Of her
presence.
The wind asks,
rainfalls,
mouth shuts,
leg walks,
sole prints,
age perishes,
the skin remain asides,
destiny fight protests,
life has no whys,
but remain with who's.
life ...
'twixt &
between
anarchic
asides
pricking
balloons :
so easy
on the eye
wry smiles
otherness
observed
held on ...
...pause...
the perfect..
...point
timeless desires
in a nowhere place
liberty with pleasure
enigma,imagery intertwined
dislocative in effect
experimental in form
near photographic in recall
surreal shaded pictures
portraits..in poems
linear asides of tomorrow
All together, I have a system a systemic.
Expertise, Ace of Clubs
Ace of Hearts
General Splinters, a heavy heart.
A poem piece for sustained life
I feel hot, yet the air is snowwy.
Neutron amiga trouble asides
X-files on complete crack
Reality analysis
With no facts.
With passions past, the fever’s broken;
Phone’s unanswered, words unspoken;
Snide asides, accusing hisses-
The sentence served for stolen kisses.
Vinegar eyes from too much wine,
I took and loved what wasn’t mine
Her night late call: “Where have you been?”
The end of the affair’s the greater sin.
A little less laughter in the world,
A little more reminiscing;
For that will be the way it goes
With Robin Williams missing.
A lot more tributes yet to come,
A lot of clips to show;
For folks just can't believe
That it was Robin's time to go.
A little less laughter in the world,
A lot more snide asides;
Alas, beneath the comic's mask,
Depression often hides.
Rabbit brags
crazily;
Tortoise plods
lazily.
Rabbit gets
sleepy, see.
Tortoise wins
Easily.
Work ethic
is lacking;
Rabbit gets
shellacking.
Relentless,
forward, there.
T’s out front
by a hare.
Nonfiction
or fable?
Decide if
you’re able.
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Using more dactyls seems a good match for the form...
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On he goes
Lazily
Where he ends?
Cannot see
How’d he get
Front of me?
Wait, that’s me?
Seems to be
What the heck?
Turn around
Let him be
Backward bound
Up ahead
On the path
Me again
Time to laugh
Round the hill
Round and round
Time to find
Higher ground
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fancy name for 3-syllable quatrains with xaxa rhyme scheme
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides
Lost lust, shall I call this
Your fears sanctified
Not knowing how forlorn we could be
Nonchalant a mind casted beautifully
Cursed cause should i be,
In this darkness 'ld I heal, feel the surge.
Wonder&deny me but wish me not hades
Cos asides we there 'll be no better
Than me who quarantined your fear
Compare to the rest, my good I see not hence
Who for your love away they equally crept
Let's reiterate and make the past our first
anticipating
anxiety
wandering
riddled
with
images
emitting
consciousness
a
metaphor
for decay
in
a moment
of crisis
of
palletted
shadows
in nostalgia
a snapshot
concealed
revealed
flowered
in
disconcerting
imagery
just
an
intriguing
episode
Rayland Givens is getting old.
He's still quick on the draw,
but now he's more internally aware,
more thoughtful as he shoots
his Glock 19 into hearts and guts.
He's grown, matured,
i hate that,
in his youth he used to quip
humorous asides as he shot the bad guys.
He had anger, I mean real anger,
and that made him interesting.
Now he's older
and looks like he wants to go fishing
or write a poem or two.
I am almost overwhelmed
with sadness.
I still like his hat.