Short Barrow Poems
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the red wheel
barrow
can’t stand the pressure
anymore
wants to be
yellow
before the shabby
shed
the bister chickens gone
long inside
An old uncle we used to call Tit
So lazy he won't try to keep fit,
His belly he should loose
He could not see his shoes,
In a barrow he had to push it.
There once was a young man from Barrow
While shooting with his bow and arrow
The arrow went twang
Like a boomerang
And damaged his little cock sparrow.
4/ 27/ 2015.
Want to come stand on the balcony with me?
Look at the lights as we stand over the city.
It's cold outside, so you can barrow my sweater...Actually keep it.
I think were going to grow old together.
Form:
. for public domain
Passing memory of Mr. Williams
Choose to grow a single flower,
orchid, daisy, what you will.
Pot it in a wheel barrow,
and roll it up a hill
for all to see that it may say,
"Look at me! Look at me!"
No lazy eyed outlook
When this morn-stilled!
Points as what's on display: "there, look;
Old barrow, cart".
Can it be so excused
When this noon-stirred?
Points as what's just for show: "there, look;
Old cat; porched art".
when my ink
stops
bleeding on paper
I
grab my brushes
and
scatter paints on
canvas
21 February 2022
Notes: Experimenting on a 1 sentence free verse poem with 3-1-3-1-3-1-3-1 pattern inspired by William Carlos Williams, "A Red Wheel Barrow "
Bikes
All the boys had one
And fathers taught them
How to ride
And we would go
To a steep hill
Where I could barrow one
And coast down
Both feet stuck out
To keep from falling
Slowly learning
Till I could pedal
So I learned
A lesson hard
To count on me
To do things alone
Listen to poem:
DECK THE STALLS
Deck the stalls with lots of Friesians
fa la la la la, la la la la
Tis the season to be Freezin
fa la la la la, la la la la
Donned we now our Carhart apparrell
fa la la, fa la la, la la la
Troll the ancient manure wheel barrow
fa la la la la, la la, ha ha!
By The Barrow In The Yard,
I Waited,
But You did Not Come.
There Were No Halls Or Music;
There Was No One.
No Moon Or Light
Throughout The Night
To Comfort Me.
Morning left
My Body Chilled
For All To See,
By The Barrow In The Yard.
Where I Waited,
But You Did Not Come.
Cupid
strikes
with
an
arrow,
But
indeed
his
mind
is
so
narrow,
That
the
victim
can
barely
feel
an
arrow.
Which
but
hit
the
barrow,
That
he
hurries
off
and
flie's
away,
not
knowing
he's
left
the
man
to
be
dying
away....
(WITH APOLOGIES TO SHAKESPEARE)
Oh farting is such a sweet sorrow
“I’m sorry but that’s not my barrow!”
My seatmate’s nose in the air,
I act dumb and even glare~
but just then I give another blow.
-Penned due to my irrepressible urge to respond to Jan and BL's posts-
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
07 March 2015
Im tired and bored
as I look upon the China Sea
like a lion as it roared
you can see me
At the right time
the morning is new
and it is as green as a lime
she told me
Its wonderful tonight
you see
everything is calm and alright
my heart must have no sarrow
for your love I can barrow
I can hear jazz playing in my mind
a brand new love I must find
I don't see the funny part
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart
And just burn a happy heart
Words of mischief stacked in cart
Had never won Purple Heart
The loosed tongue may around dart
But don't fail to smell like fart
I foresee some tomorrow
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked heart still in sorrow:
Tina's: tears fill a barrow.
it's cold little bird
fly away, fly away go
the eves of a house
a place to barrow
keeping your little body
warm dry midst the snow
it's cold little bird
fly away, fly away go
stands on power lines
a place to keep warm
keeping your little body
warm dry midst the snow
3/3/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Old beat brown truck has stuff sticking every which way out the back.
On sides of pallets he has added to both sides, to try and cram more.
As truck turns I see a rusty refrigerator, wheel barrow, and two bikes.
One of the bikes looks pretty new.
This is an affluent neighborhood for Kansas City.
I hope he did not just pick up some child’s bike in a yard.
That would be too cruel.
afterward no talk
you came with your cold collarbone
pushing your own barrow
if it's money you want
why not work the streets
cutting corners won't cut it
in the emotive sphere
relationships won't last
where deception rules
cogs click into one another
up a gear and under a cloud
where the angel dust
lingers on your
stiff upper lip
all that remains is
cold sweat and
afterward no talk.
Eclipse of sorrow inadequate circuit of fame.
Massly defined theories- a falling raven.
Bluring blessedness busting uneven. Mischievous monkeys within.
Fade lurking fade response fade mind. Concealed the fine wit pouched with sticky ticks.
Thriving physically growing vigorously. ..
Malevolent mr miss fully satisfactory
Unwritten image frow
Minshing throw...
Misled miles
Moaning miserably...
The old miner toils,
Searching mother earths spoils,
Tunnel dark and dingy,
Old wheel barrow wingy,
He has been there for all time,
Why? For no reason, no rhyme,
Oblivious to life up above,
Never feeling human touch nor love,
His one true love the gold he moves,
A demanding mistress she proves,
She is his one true calling,
Captivating, mysterious, enthrawling,
Dreaming of eureka cries,
Until the day he dies.
Parkette Market
Every city has their own Parkette Market;
Selling the forbidden to the hidden;
All, right out in the open.
No arrow towards their barrow;
Or sign to draw the line...
Please inquire for whatever you desire;
Pay the asking price for your own demise;
What a clever endeavor...
Oh, the irony of racketeer tyranny!
03/14/18
Julia Ward's 'A Hidden Market Contest'
word bank: arrow, irony, hidden, market, sign
Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound!
Nineteen times before the sour dregs
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain.
She racks each open with a metal comb
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed.
From buka to butry to batcher to barrow
Mothering many they will never know
Feeding the ever growing population
Even men have joined to meet the need
They site at points easy to reach
They are even mobile to reach all
To sustain humanity they can reach
Playing Vishnu in the theatre of fun
Some grow to restaurants and lounges
Available to all social classes of human
Serving the same function to always support
Feeding humanity as an obligation chosen
I dont care if is right or wrong
If I listen to rock and roll,or a country song.
It dont matter to me at all.
We can stay home, or go out and have a ball.
I dont care if she left or right
If it is written in black or white
It dosent matter to me at all
I can play it safe,or ride in a barrow over NIAGRA FALLS.
I dont care if she is fat or thin
What is the color of her skin
What kind of person she really is
All I know I love her, and that is just the way it is.
You've been the ones
You have been there
To ease our minds
Of this cross we bear
You've been the ones
When there's something to barrow
When life seems so dim
In our hardest times of sorrow
You've been the ones
You all can share in our grief
When we are with you
Our hearts find relief
You've been the ones
The ones to help us along
You've made us feel
As if we truly belong
You've been the ones
Our COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS
To help ease the pain
And our love never ends