Short Bulletin Poems
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In mellow mornings
I rise to ripe ocassions
Nature's ritual abides
I connect to life's beings
All points soul bulletin
Weather Forecast
Haiku: by Tom
10/25/2021
Weather bulletin!
South/southeast a chance of rain
could bring flash flooding.
pornographic websites invade one's mind,
bulletin highly arise
a child was raped last night.
Was as a new teacher, Miss Prissy McClair
Put bulletin boards up standing on chair
Stapler fell down
Chair fell on the ground
She's upside down with her feet in the air
" Just the facts ma'-am "Joe just said
With
serious face
Badge shining bright
covered chocolate ...
All points bulletin raised?
Remember December, it's dead and gone
Gonna be cold and blistery from this day on
Fooled ya huh
Got used to that stuff
Well news bulletin, it's winter's same old song
© Jack Ellison 2016
Reluctant to be a child
Unsupervised in the wild
Never dreamed of trafficking
All the screams inside happening
Wide eyed and busy tail
All points bulletin for sale
Youth is lost sold to a John
Simple teen years now gone
On the pirate ship lollipop
all of your sugar I’m licking.
So addicted I just can’t stop,
at baseline my lips are sticking.
A smile and bubblegum tricking,
cute with emotional damage.
The bulletin isn’t clicking,
set a fire enjoy the carnage.
I read an interesting article in the Science Bulletin
about an ever increasing growing unexplained phenomenon.
It seems that all of the wives of Viagra taking husbands
have all begun to experience their old headaches again.
Viagra, the curse of all trophy wives.
For all that have been written
Are more than enough for a bulletin
With which we all take cautions
Masks on faces turn addictions
As we all fight for peace
And pray for all souls deceased
Night has come this fast
Morning awaits a peaceful blast
Hallelujah!
in mid of aisle
in mid of a jungle
cold crawling on my skin
I just read a bulletin
I thought I would survive
Forgetting you in one to five
Alongside haulage road
I lean against a window
Every time I count even and odd
I just see an arrow
Fixed and stabbed me in a row
oh, grief...
it's indeed true what is said
about you.
you're an arc
that keeps looping your way back
to yet another circle.
all it takes
for your long-smothered flame
to once again ignite...
just one reminder,
a painful one at that;
old funeral service bulletin.
A Bulletin Concerning Deep Enough Flakes.
Great Heaps, Inches Just Keep Looming.
My New Open-toed Pumps Quite Ridiculous,
Since This Untimely Vicious White Xantippe.
Judy Ball
For Snow ABC Contest by Yasmin Kahn
RAIN
written by me at 8 years old around 1945. Printed in Philadelphia Evening Bulletin
To me rain,
Is a pitter patter on the window pain.
"But to me"
One man said,
"It means a nasty cold in the head."
(I guess I just was born a bad poet with a attitude.)
By Miriam McCue writer of bad and even worse poetry.
Christ Redeeming People
While Christ many people was redeeming
Around His face a bright light was beaming
Which forever we knew continued to shine
On each Sunday commune with and do dine
And into church they started streaming.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Poem I wrote while in church
on church bulletin.
Plotted dis---courses
scheduled thresholds
imminent Domain portals.
we glide through an aura prism
lens of Light, Halo colored. elastic beings
thoroughly vetted by Infinite energy pixels,
ellipting Exit sign strategies.
Soul train revival-boarding on Cloud 9,
the ride of your Lives Express.
Happy Trails to you
until we Stream again.
(All Souls Points Bulletin)
We wave good bye now
Yellow paper hearts
staple gunned to the bulletin board
flapping in the fan breeze
She nods at her work
The chalkboard washed and dried
And with gnashing teeth
One by one those staples pried from their chest board
breaking, tearing the delicate paper-thin poems
One by one they break her hearts
On the desks, the apples molded
Like she did them
From seeds of wisdom she watched
their minds ripen
C-urrent events broadcaster
H-as a powerful voice;
A-llowing the truth to spread,
R-ight news is her choice.
I-NC Radio Bulletin International
N-ever fails the listeners;
A-ll ears enjoy the updates coming from the speakers.
C-urrent events broadcaster
A-ims to fill the air with wisdom;
N-ovember sixth Monday
L-ets the information come.
A-s the new dawn has broken,friends and loved ones greet her;
S-aying their best wishes to the current events broadcaster.
I wanted to give to all I met,
How to pay for presents, drove me to fret.
I felt so poor; needy myself,
What could I give from an empty shelf?
Hearing a principal of uniqueness,
A changing glow began to surface.
Now I know I have presents by the miles,
Healing hugs and loving smiles,
To give to those I greet,
Now the shelf is always stocked with something sweet!
Written for GROW Bulletin as response from learning - Personal Value
A first principle. 8th August 1993
Monday morning and I was looking at the latest bulletin
One had a picture of two suspects for police to attend
I noticed that one was a nice looking young lady smiling
Who before the mug shot had groomed herself beguiling
Standing there was her long hair carefully in place
Over one shoulder in an alluring swath to the left of her face
I suppose it is always essential to look your best for everyone
Particularly if you are robbing stores with a friend and gun.
© Paul Warren Poetry