Short Batteries Poems
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Doors locked
blinds closed
removed the plug
from the telephone.
No one home.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014 .Jan.
Love is like a remote
It's never there when you look for it
But once you find it
And push its buttons
You gain control
Form:
the weight of a life
between a feather and a soul
the weight of life
two lithium batteries
920 grams
the batteries in
my camera fast
to lose energy
yet, a beautiful day
to explore artful inspirations
very cold morning
If Sex Be
The Gift or Toy's of Love
Then the Batteries
Must be what provide the Shock's
When Chemistry Flops
Afterwards
Where is the sun hiding
I’m in dire need of a recharge
~ soak in its vital energy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
My grandson just loves to make noise
The louder the better his toys
His batteries I hide
The noise still resides
Turns out that I hid his decoys
Oak leaves
Fall from the tree
A few pictures, I need
If it wasn't, for these batteries.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.5/2006
round and round
he goes on his tricycle
everywhere
a pleasure to watch and hear
(batteries thankfully not included)
Published, Atlas Poetic, 11/21/16
Call upon nature’s almighty forces
draw on the energy of the universe
recharge your batteries to the max
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
A Torch with batteries
A bulb shows light to the Sun
One laughs One smiles
Form:
Not unlike the hands on a clock
We constantly move forward
And yet go nowhere
Playing a game with time
As we wander around in circles
Until our batteries run out.
she told me
she wanted forever
for you, my darling
i'd have taken the batteries
out of the clocks
so we could've been stuck
inside the moment
as if time
had really stopped
Cookies crumble, records tumble
Flowers wilt, drinks are spilt
Batteries corrode, mountains erode
Wine turns sour, storms knock out power
Beauty fades, so do crusades
No poem so clever, it lasts forever
I've got a crush
on my chiropractic doctor.
He of the beautiful bones.
He helps me with batteries
of a balky device, says
"Give me a minute"
My spirit soars, as I say
"What's more, all my
minutes are yours"
As time shortens
The aisles fill
Hollow-eyed scavengers
Prowling ransacked shelves
The challenge
Of the “tic-toc” clock
Santa will get the credit
They will get the debit
As they sit deluded
Batteries not included
I've charged up my MP3 for music while I'm here
made sure that my camera has batteries for all new memories
cell phone has a full charge, not much good did that do
but there is nothing like the energy....
my soul gets from Mexico
Ride
shotgun,
by inches
a bit closer.
Been waiting for it,
this day trip to the beach.
Waves lapping at my ankles
sooth me with their repetition.
The Sun allows me to forget stress,
recharge my batteries, and keep going.
So you will know finally
use your ears ‘til they’re boiling;
Gather knowledge faithfully
until that skill set’s glowing;
Soon you will be addicted
to this creative bouquet;
Batteries not included,
got to walk down this highway.
They are, of course!
Alas
we have long lost
the ability to build them;
also the means
to correct
the ancient’s error;
and lift,
rotate,
and insert one of them
positive point
down.
Sometimes my world falls silent
I’m longing to hear your voice
So replace dead batteries
In my hearing aids!
At last I can hear clearly
Yearning for those little words
You whisper to me each day ...
What time’s lunch ready!
Glued to her smartphone
Gaping at it
Her mouth contoured in a WOW
She herself plugged in
A human transistor
Eyes glowing, ears antennae
Batteries fully charged
August 22, 2019
Wow Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Modern Times
Artificial heart
Its batteries fastened to your belt
Be careful
Always have reserve batteries
In your pocket
Should you run out you have got
2 minutes
To find and replace
So do not fumble and lose them
On the floor.
A witch on a journey at night
was gripping her broomstick in fright -
the batteries low,
a distance to go,
she wished that she'd traveled by kite!
written 21st October for Tania's Halloween limerick contest (used Soup's syllable checker)
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us...with paradigms...
stan sand