Short Broach Poems
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Trump Wore Broach With Roach
Trump as President around would pouch,
And when he did saw him wear a broach;
Also termite,
Full of spite,
Which would contain silhouette of a roach.
Jim Horn
Beto O'Rourke just said this on the news.
Bold, bright as broach,
plucked from
a distant gaze to settle
the folds of a morning,
unmoved by the dappled light
twitched across its outstretched wings,
a sleeping butterfly
rolled up in a cardboard tube
and sent flying
halfway across a world
to here, still deep
in its dream.
rhinestone magic, I thought they were diamonds
glitzy, shiny, beautiful, I fell in love with this flowered broach
always wanted to wear her, begging grandma to let me try her on
when I turned eighteen she was mine; grandma had willed her to me.
rhinestone magic, I thought they were diamonds
Trump and Black Roach
Everyone's environment Trump did encroach;
Even naked woman wearing beautiful broach;
Wiggle trying,
While dying;
She had turned out to be a huge black roach.
Jim Horn
In order to put up with Trump you have to
be able to laugh him off like his idiot supporters
do.
Today, I planted a seed.
Laboring to follow cycles decreed.
The fertile soil I tilled,
and the water I spilled;
Both blanket my treasure -
an anchor sprouting, I closely measure.
Taking root, it bears stem,
blooming to peak: a potent gem.
Now, the leaves broach to unfurl,
elevating dawn with a blossoming pearl.
Meeni slept in bed with a big brown cockroach
“It’s an adulatory, ", I went to broach
She growled like panther
"I love Mr. Gunther”
"Dad,go and bum around Miss Apricot Poach”
In the warranted spectrum of option.
sitting on the brink has a tempting draw.
I broach the brink precipice with caution
In the warranted spectrum of option.
Every night for one hour, it grabs caption.
I can't dodge night toll of a sleepless thaw
In the warranted spectrum of option.
sitting on the brink has a tempting draw.
Written; February 23, 2023
A baronial zing of blue jacket
Blithesome attitude,
Allures me to join navy,
A credence to serve countrymen,
When territories enter a ballicose
Only to belittle through broach,
Or to lull enemy by celerity
Not by swindling but by courage,
Howsoever contentious is the situation
To prevent from contretemps,
Think better of,
Think much of ,
Think through !!
Username- Upma A. Sharma
Motif- philosophical
Several times I heard her knocking,
A noise I first found very shocking
Still it lingered,
‘Til I fingered
Her coral broach around my neck,
Thought I would be a total wreck
It gave me solace,
A renewed promise
When I set about making rhymes
I knew she was very near these times,
And seeking my loving attention
This I must not fail to mention.
written October 8, 2021
More Horn Haiku
had been wearing broach
while horses did pull a coach
winter would approach
way we like to live
should always be positive
ourselves to God give
How is this for more of my
Horn Haiku. Just saw Pike
Place Market and Borchart
Gardens in commercials.
Write some poems about
Vancouver and Victoria.
would see Gloria
entering euphoria
while in Victoria
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
(Thomas)
One of my favorite Christmas presents was a broach
Made of two glittered snow people – a man and a woman
They were holding tiny pink and red shiny glass ornaments
I wore it for a week after Christmas until it fell off
On the block between my house and school.
I was heartbroken, because I never found it.
That was sixty-four years ago, and I still remember my sadness.
A gift from my Aunt Marjorie who probably never knew how much I loved it.
I'm wide awake, listening to the roar.
My musings become a glowing rainbow.
I lie pique designing vile dreams offshore.
I dream of an ominous sky shadow
Away from the ad nauseam skid row.
As political cases broach their peak.
To load airwaves with the rowdy prevail
Irritating and feeble header seek
While I slept, I grasped the heaven exhale
Moans were roundly rejected by the meek
Written: February 1st 2022
This morning through my window I gazed
A golden shower bride I amazed
Heard a beautiful flute music I glee
Searched each twig of the golden shower tree
A golden yellow bird singing its merry song I spied
Hiding on one twig calling its bride
Of my golden shower bride swaying in the breeze pale
A broach on her yellow flowery veil