Short Bend Poems
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Winds of life can be ferocious
Learn to bend with them or you may break...
For Brian's contest.
I am so inclined
to bend and twist
to your every whim
merely because my
love
you have
complete control of
my heartstrings.
Across the valley
A train whistles its presence
Quickly rushing on
A deep longing in my soul
To see what’s round the next bend
5/26/16
Step around the bend
Look at what’s going on there
You will see sadness
Two people engaged in harm
Of each other’s broken heart
Russell Sivey
housework drives me round the bend
there is never an end in sight
I'd get stuck in to get it finished
but I'd be up half the bloody night!
.
she'z gonna be thuh
knock out yuh know
damn she'z hot
yuh know
she use to be thuh
hottest chick
Got referred to a female Urologist
After which I needed a Psychologist
"I'm a licensed physician
Now resume your position!"
Next appointment? Her sister Proctologist
bend or break in two
no other possibilities
either is your choice.
(January 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
ringlets of black smoke
released from the throat of
the Santa Fe Railroad
as she comes
around the bend
full throttled horn
there goes our
time machine
friend
Workweek grinds to an end
Holy Sabbath just around the bend
Ring up the last sale, turn the key in the door
Enter a dimension where your spirit can soar
Trump Rules Bend and System Upend
While rules Trump will want to bend,
Had insulted and system did upend,
And a decoy;
Does annoy;
Told many lies which he did intend.
Jim Horn
(syllable count verified at howmanysyllables.com 10/7/6)
slow-moving river curves through open grass,
light gathers along its edge,
distance breathes in blue tones
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan,
Score's Light!
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan's
.... God's, Might!
Creativity is the bend
In the way of the wind
To make static in the fabric
Of your life or your soul
And know this when you find it
All you can do is stand behind it
Creatively stand back
And watch it grow
window dark - sunset iris
haunted hour - odd waltz
slow envy - eleventh cradle
broken just - revenge deeply
purple circle - light candle
places blind - between stars
follow whirlwind
3-18-2014
Cut Up Contest
©Donna Jones
At my age, I make a noise when I bend over
It's the law but quite embarrassing, even for Rover
He barks when he farts
Pretends it's from another yard
Us humans shift our eyes, pretend we're not the owner
it isnt about me as much
as it is about you
i share my life and bleed as such
to let you know its true
this pain i thought would never pass
i see it never will
so learn to bend, like blades of grass
or watch your sorrow fill.
What there is to offer a help,
and proffer a profile (drugs) and solutions,
to life and its problems and tip,
do I know whether notions?,
one now I found and read and meditate,
that if men and women left this way,
still offer to relocate...?.
How can it be, dear
Halloween's drawing near
Thanksgiving then
will be just round the bend
Perhaps Labor Day we skipped
or out of July fourth were gypped
All I know is 2021's mistletoe
is still atop our hearth all aglow
Nighttime breezes
Blow through the trees
Calling out my name
Telling me
This life of mine
Will never be the same
The wind of change
Sways through my life
It leaves less than it takes
Life is hard
So the question is…
Do I bend, or do I break
I bend!
… the reeds bend the wind
G. Milev
where the blue is a mirage
for the forehead bent
the man is undressed
and dry soil drops out of his lips
the sadness is an illusion for those ones
who clench the shores with their teeth
and the articulated reeds swing…
There are some
looked down their nose
in the troubled Covid times
at those who bump elbows
as opposed to shaking hands
so with a bend let's start a trend
a new fad across the land
and instead if you please
why don't we
lift a leg and all knock knees
wind rises behind me,
a gentle insistence
against my spine~
not a command,
but a direction.
it threads through the grass,
touches my shoulders,
and nudges me toward
whatever waits
beyond the next bend.
no map.
no promise~
only the soft certainty
that some paths
are chosen
by the wind itself.
N-ovember fifth learn to bend,
E-agerly lower your tone;
R-emain meek and submissive
I-n the humility
Z-one.
D-o bend both your knees,
E-arnestly bow your head;
L-ord shall listen to your prayer,
A-fter you wake up from bed.
C-ome into the sheepfold,
R-eturn to God to ascend;
U-se your mind, heart, and soul,
Z-ealously learn to bend.
I am sorry they found you,you were at rest
where you wanted to be ,surely they jest?
But no it's true they found your remains
taking you away from your watery domain
in the river's bend,but I know you will always be there
where your soul did descend.
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