Short Boxes Poems
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your sweet
make me beep
I thought you
so much you do
make me feel dandy
on this day won't say
HERE'S BOXES
OF CANDY
they have lots to say
do it it today
beware to show you care
and loves there
don't thinks for hours
send a
BOXES OF FLOWERS
we have a lot
and a cot
for young and old
drity cloth
and other stuff
its catch the dust
my coat is real fox
that goes in that
DRITY CLOTH BOXES
A stay in Autumn
Shadow boxes with great leaves
Majestic beauties
They surround the foliage
With gorgeous tranquility
Russell Sivey
Checking boxes all day wrong
a doctor is a bureaucrat
Come 5:00, he says 'So long'
~ a future diplomat!
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Cubism - words in cubes
Put words in cubes.
Ideas aligned at once,
inside the box, attuned.
Intensive interplay, makes sense.
Have a blessed birthday, dear Kaye,
There are gifts inside the boxes;
The fine food set out in buffet
Is for everyone to access.
Topic: Birthday of Kaye O. Dela Rosa (March 16)
tho its cold arms fold
mabe soup bold
feet can get frost
the wind snow
make to blind
you can dress the part
and have heart
its no sunshine
so knock
HOW TO BOXES THE
WINTER TIME
We are boxes of matches,
Some crammed with chances,
Some rattle th last few,
Some too chafed to spark a new flame,
Some crumbled with th rain,
My last matchstick,
I want to strike it for you.
Male
Female
Two boxes
And I fit neither one.
Are you a
Girl
Boy
Even games demand an answer.
I can't be a
Man
Woman
Both would be a lie
These objects are my blood and bone
they gather in my dark history a voyage
through turbulent sea and tyrannical lands
I hide ornate things as all resonate in time
echoing in my little black boxes…
its boxing ring
you must sing
and do your thing
see what it brings
to make it work
some it hurt
but you move grove
and shift to get a lift
to stay a flow be the show
fight fight that right thats right
BOXES WITH LIFE
little boxes ticked
delete button selected
memories erased
the good and the bad
no longer retrievable
new memories made
forgive and forget
no words left to remind me
will my heart forget?
Eileen Manassian
Middle America's Democrats are reeling in shock
At the party's Progressive Agenda, tailor-made to block
The candidacy of anyone who can't check these boxes
Minority Female, Pro-LGBTQ, P.C. Platform ~ sky-high taxes
There is a box,
out there,
for me,
from unknown land,
and unknown tree.
'Til quietus reached,
we
will
not
fasten.
But I know,
one day,
you
will
hold
me,
with all the intimacy of a long lost friend.
No! Mom's numbered boxes! All night we spend
Digging through papered names Red, Other, Mend
We find lights, but they aren't right
missing the Blue Silver White
Santa yawns, says, “Oh man, this house again!”
philosophy facts...
start with something quite simple...
something worth saying...
...a barber shaves beards
...of those who don't shave themselves
...who shaves the barber
logic conundrums...
require out of box thought...
...no barber exists...
Crackerbox and Chatterbox
Walk together down the street
Chatter talking endlessly
Cracker undeterred
She wonders if he listens
when for a breath she'll pause
It's only for a moment she doesn't really care
She asked him once just where he was
He said she drove him there
inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove
when putting digits inside someone else’s bubble ~ wear a latex glove
We are encouraged to think outside the box;
Unfortunately, outside is the unknown.
The brave swap their box for a much bigger one,
However wise or well educated we think we are,
The package you have chosen will become too small.
And come to the realization,
That all strong boxes have lids.
Festive firs are tumbling
bare of coloured glory.
Needles and fronds carpet
halls grey with silence;
carolling a distant joy.
Gifts rest in hibernation;
wingèd figurines lie swathed
beneath a glittered duvet
of prized iridescent tissues
adorning a winter casket
keeper of twelve days
festooned in priceless reverie.
Life seems like something huge
Indescribable in the world
Till you have to pack it up
Till you are told fit everything in a few
Little boxes
Everything must go they say
But when putting everything in
One life seems not so big anymore
Xenolithic the best way to describe
Everything in a life all you know
Stuffed in just a few little boxes
Each box holds its secret.
Old memories, dreams that died.
The sum of every promise-
the dividends and sighs.
Paper, cloth, and pottery-
a postscript of our prime.
Wrapped in yellow newsprint-
the passing of our time.
Clutter from our passions
lay there dead in place.
While ties among the living
die somewhere else in space.
Written Aug 13, 2018
Each house is a granite word
constructed
to be locked inside
a paper mountain.
Road-rivers curl
and bend around them.
Cars swim in and out.
Voyagers sleep
to raise the living.
Some windows are empty,
some display depletions
by how much is shown.
It would be good
to live in a village in the woods
that no one has named,
or built to be a word
nobody needs.
Irene boxed it all up and took it outside.
There were five thousand one hundred and twenty-five boxes.
If you sort one box every day, you will have this sorted in no time.
Irene was a mathematician.
She divided it out.
If she sorted one box a day
It would take her fourteen years to sort it all out.
She went back inside and got a match.
The fire burned for three days