Short Burners Poems
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Where have all the novels gone
Name three good ones written
in the last thirty years...
Seems they're on the back burners
in their place, 'page-turners'
Flag Burners
A limerick
By: Tom
August 2, 2020
In this land we’re free to reach for the sky,
So burning our flag, I can’t fathom why.
So when protest’s begin,
My patience grows thin,
Gnawing discontent garners my sad sigh.
Watching the protests grow larger and stronger
burying hope in the stench of a dumpster
Hearing speakers extol baby-burners
they themselves as unhinged as murderers
What has America come to when human butchery is praised
with social media as their church, on such values our youth is now raised
They start at dawn, and go until eve.
Working all day long,
They bring furniture into homes.
Firewood into our burners.
They’re faces rough with scruff,
touch of dirt, with dust in hair.
Plaid and jeans to cover their skin,
Boots made of leather to cover the toe.
Wearing these things to keep warm from the chilling weather.
By their side carrying cold heavy wood sword of steel.
Form:
Lifelong series, proliferation of dreams
Procrastination pushes cans to rear shelf
Crushed pineapple replaces peaches and creams
Depleted pantry unenvisioned of self
Back burners overwrought iron pans of sin
Awaiting an opener, woman of tin
Lifelong series, ambitions, intended plans
Plentiful in could haves, instead, dented cans
Written: 1/1/2018
Contest: Dented Cans
Hosted by: John lawless
Books burners are on the loose again
Wanting to change honoured works to not offend
Noddy and Big Ears have gone
And Roald Dahl’s classic have lost their song
But these burners don’t have Jack boots
And Heil Hitler is not their salute
For burning with bonfires is old fashioned
Changing book text is their way of bashing
For protected we all will be
From naughty adjectives they do see
And describing is out of touch
Changing the text destroys the work enough.
© Paul Warren
Knock, Knock
Who’s There?
Opportunity
Miracle Man
9/1/2024
Sometime opportunity will knock at our door,
and for reasons unknown we answer not its call.
Years later we’ll think back, and pace the floor,
we let pass, what may have been, our financial downfall.
Things in life that we move to the back burners,
Usually linger there until forgotten and dies.
Missed opportunities is the habit of slow learners,
But by seizing the moment we garner the prize.