Short Before Long Poems
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The world is hurting, we must stay strong
Time to close up ranks when things go wrong
This can be beaten
This WILL be beaten
Time will stop this virus before long
Believe it or not, some days I wake up down
But before long you guys get rid of my frown
Owe you big time
For this smile that shines
In fact I'm the happiest hooha in town
Inside bullets and bombs, Man has managed his hatred to place
If careful he will not be, before long, all humans would he erase!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2016
Where has our dear friend gone
Of course I mean our dear John John
Dudes got into the works
Hacked his puter, real jerks
We miss him, hope he returns before long
© Jack Ellison 2015
I believe aliens have
visited the Earth
in the past and do so still,
whatever that's worth.
But if I am wrong
and they have not arrived yet,
they will, before long.
(Seguidilla)
Eighty years old and still motoring along
Not quite as spry but my breath is still strong
Can fend off attackers
A real firecracker
Just breathe on 'em and they succumb before long
© Jack Ellison 2016
If we take a slice of cake
And cut it into pieces
Share the portions all around
To people of all species
This could unite the World
Teaching us to care and share
Before long if we obey this rule
The whole cake will be there
The BBC claims before long
The faeries will rescue Hong Kong
Like Bangladesh*
Faeries refresh
Plus Bojo says Trump can't be wrong!
28.VI.20 18:00 "Bangladesh is
heavily reliant upon faeries to
transport people ……"
I proud to say-
I was a boat maker,
Before long,
Small,small boats,
Without,
A piece of wood or nail,
No one to sail,
Boats-
Still floating the memories in the canals of mind-
The boats,
Wow,paper boats!
Youth is for only a moment in time,
youth is sometimes mean,
and sometimes kind,
youth is easy, youth is lean.
Youth is over very fast,
enjoy it while you can,
know this, it won't last,
before long you're an old man.
wrote 7-6-90
The treachery of a false friend
is sudden, cutting—always cruel;
his knavery observes no end
and he’ll use you like a drunk fool.
He’ll play you like a violin,
like a puppet on a tight string;
before long he’ll get you to sin
and do a lawless, evil thing.
All Over My Shoe
They had their last countdown and mine was look up
Difference between much blatant BS and a buttercup
Which before long of course I eventually knew
It would get all over my each once shiny shoe.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Busty Betty beguiled the besotted boys
Painfully plain Polly puzzled over her plight
Dapper Dan discovered the delights of drive-ins
Blushing busty Betty before long began to bulge
Polly perceived her problem and preceded
To point the poor papa and his problem to the priest
Eating disorders and drugs,
Alcohol and pain.
You are indifferent
As I go insane.
You watch me like a hawk
In case I do wrong.
You just know in your heart
That I'll mess up before long.
You're life is so perfect,
You'll never understand.
You calmly watch me fall
Without offering your hand.
A simple rhyme for a very dark time
The road back, sure, an arduous climb
Tentative steps, cautious probes
Sporting still protective wardrobes
Yet before long, like forests scorched
Creature habitats by fire torched
Soon enough we'll be scampering gaily
Reveling in routines familiar daily
Bit sunshine squinter
At end of winter.
gather light splinter.
Before long they were
Engaged in sweet myrrh.
Watched it disappear
Never hearing fear.
Fall in love Pleasure
Seasons fruits treasure
Land reclaimed leisure
Patient roster Bows
Hungry Cat's meow
A faint east wind moaned
Early Spring Postponed.
To hinder the demise of a thin snow,
is harder sought through wilting eyes
Brush time off your shoulders to kiss a broad faith
Sweet flowers do fall from the given warmth of skies
Before long, ones truth will fade to still yellow,
to spy spring through chained doors
Now beams of new light warm the touch of cold skin,
from hidden wars
Silent tears, relieved in ink,
on paper smooth and cool.
Heart and hand now work in synch,
as strong emotions duel.
There on the parchment you lie,
naked, for all to see.
You heave a deep cleansing sigh.
At last, you can believe.
Word by word you come alive,
a healing balm takes form.
Before long, you realize,
a stronger you is born.
hovering in limbo
ideas strewn about
lacking sense or reason
images suspended in mid air
notions and impressions
floating and colliding
vague feelings in the raw
idly drifting meet their match
simmering a stance
before long ...
thoughts are forming notions
interpreting and framing
and a plan's laid out for action
AP: 3rd place 2025
i rub her back as she sobs in my lap.
"i never knew i could feel so much pain."
"I know, i know. everything is going to be okay."
i repeat this over and over in her ear,
and she simply nods her head.
i want to believe what i say, but i know i'm just being vague.
things won't be okay, they're not going to get easier,
before long, you just become numb to the pain.
Mired in grime,
the little guy sang,
he had little sense,
of what was neat and clean,
he spluttered mud,
as he fell in the quagmire,
with a gleeful thud,
the mom came along,
before long,
chided him hard,
for he was growing fast,
and faster still gathering dirt,
she was fearful of him,
of the ills he might catch,
he still wanted,
the mud,
as much delight as it could fetch.
If you’re in a crowd….drunk
If you’re home alone….drunk
In jail…….drunk
“Drunk as a skunk!”
Sober?
Hell no!
No matter
Anywhere drunk
Any way but dead
For God's sake
It’s New Year’s Eve!
Before long
The ball will be descending
Come down like the blade of a guillotine
And if you’re very lucky
You’ll wake up New Year’s day
Feeling rotten avocado green
On the bathroom floor
the minutes
the hours
the days
in wild frenzy
whistle by
before long
weeks turn
to months
to years
on the racetrack
life in a blur
careens at
headpopping speed
i can barely hang on
yet
every once
in a while
it pauses
for a rare
precious moment
i take a deep breath
and thank god
you’re still here
by my side
AP: 3rd place 2020
Those Canada Geese are lost again.
Their sense of direction is gone.
Earlier they headed towards the lake
but changed their minds before long.
Now they're headed this way,
honking loudly as they go.
I am sure they will turn around again
because they're lost, you know?
Pretty they are, flying overhead.
Even they're honking's okay.
And now they've turned around again,
headed the other way.
I don't know what to do
My heart is blinded by the look in your eyes
There is know where to turn
Know where to go
I know there is an easier route for all these happenings
I can't always carry your love with me
Til' death do us a part
Your not committed enough to have something strong
Before long you got to go and leave me alone
So I can have my happy ending
So go now you whom blinded my heart.