Short Bare Bones Poems

Rico Leffanta is his name
Writing limericks is his game
Sometimes his tone
Becomes close to the bone
He is brilliant, just the same...

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somewhere down deep, everyone has some kind of love of life.  Down deep to the 
bare bones of instinct, the mother of all reasons, survival spends it's sway....

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Sunset

last rays share the sea
with bare bones of pirate ship
beautiful in death

~


Contest: sunset haiku
sponsor: P. D.
Written : 8th November 2011...

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Lay!
Bare bones,
stew'd in smoke of eye--
sun man,
send no buzzards unto me;
the canyon is my home
red rock walls
coyote calls
all in all,
the A-Zone is the place to be....

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Golden rays of early light striate the heavens
Slicing o’re the ocean’s white caps
Illuminating the wreck of a long lost pirate ship
Whose bare bones blaze, beautiful in the early light 
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   The expression ‘bare bones’ bothers
      me because of what it implies
    about all sorts of other bones, that
      they have lots of meat on them

    when the truth is they often don’t ~
       like discount vs. economy-class 
                  airline flights
...

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Insane
I turn around
an amputee

to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave

my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark

a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening



SATISH VERMA...

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Insane
I turn around
an amputee

to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave

my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark

a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening



SATISH VERMA...

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bare bones silhouette
braves the storm in solitude -
snow laden branches


Susan Ashley 
August 20, 2019


~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: One Haiku
Sponsor: Rick Parise 


~ Second Place ~
Contest: Tree Themed Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin


*Syllables checked on Poetry Soup’s Syllable Counter: 5/7/5*...

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A lifeless wasteland 
With no escape
No sound
No single date
Frozen solid nightmares prayed
Bare bones pricked, cracked and blazed
Phantom birds wouldn’t chirp
Silent stupors waited still 
For life to disappear 
To break a dreamless state 
To stop and freeze 
To disappear

11/27/22
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33
Edward Ibeh...

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Is this it?
The reason why we are here?

Is this it?
This cost seems so dear

Is this it?
Now the music falls silent

Is this it?
Vivid pictures of loved ones mind sent

Is this it?
Now we look into each others eyes

Is this it?
Bare bones, bare minds to hearts cries

Is this it?
To protect other people we die?...

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Older chatbots, just like people, show signs of cognitive impairment, failing on several important metrics in a test normally used on humans. 
~Drew Turney, Live Science, 02/16/2025

     old AI
     as demented
     as I 

     enter into the abyss 
     of our poem

     sail away 
     in the quiet time 
     of death 

     and bare bones
...

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Dancing on my own grave,
both sides of the same coin;
The power’s in the flip;
Is it righteous or the night? 
A slow waltz can give lip;

Dancing on my own grave 
rattles the underground;
Unruly sounds fill the air;
Ombré locks dressed to kill,
a bit devil may care;

Dancing on my own grave 
the necromancer moves;
Calling the wrong magic;
Bare bones expand wanting,
nowhere near poetic....

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Slashes and Crashes

Slashes and Crashes
Our thoughts and buying habits;
Way we look at things.

About budget crunch;
Was bare bones even at lunch;
Put some in savings.

Could be other things,
Did not think about before;
Others suggested.

They could not hear me
Or forgot what they have head;
From brains disappeared.

Was it wire-tapped;
Or those whose wires were trapped,
Whose lines had been crossed.

Jim Horn...

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Pretending he has all he needs.
On two wheels of ILLUSION, he rides his steed.   
EVENTUALLY the ride is over.
To find him lying in a bed of clover.

Reminicing is his favorite game.
You'd never know he feels any shame.
Partytime comes and he fades away.
Attentive INFUSION leaves him in dismay.

Longing for a comfortable corner.
Always seems the INEVITABLE mourner.
Concience sighs with casual levity.
Evoking riches of unusual CREATIVITY....

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Send me a photograph of you in all your glory,
Stripped to the bare bones of beauty
And smiling in the noonday sun;
And I shall build my dreams around imaginary stories,
Walk in the paths of love and duty,
Until my empty days are done.

Send me a photograph of you in lavish poses,
Naked in the dew soft dawning
And lying on the Summer grass;
And I shall see you overshadow beauty of the roses,
Drink of your soul each waking morning,
Until my passing comes to pass....

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Winter rises  and snowflakes fall 
laying out a stark elegance 
of pure white untainted beauty
Winter reduces everything to the basics,
to the bare bones of life
only the underlying structure is left behind
with time, we too are reduced 
to our bare essentials, the bare bones
as our frailty comes to light 
our bid for eternity slows down
and  the winter of our lives
draws to a close, but life goes on, as
winter gives way to spring and
new life begins again, as winter ends....

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He was is down for a scheduled maintenance.
The talking angels need to refit
and tweak the words he has to speak.
Janitor ghost have to refit new software.
Bare bones need to be given new dance steps;
disjointed poetry taught to walk upright.
Night and day cogs had been turning, turning,
mind oil burning, burning,
but he is doing good; he is just doing fine.
The three Muses and their staff
will get back to you soon 
as they bring him ever so gently 
back on line....

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