Short Broach Poems

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....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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”...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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