Short Busiest Poems
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Ants, busiest insects in the world
Never tease them or mess with them
The more they like you, the more they'll bite you
Strange, never go extinct
Likely the busiest damn street in all of Canada
Traffic lights are kaput... causing much havoc it's gonna
One end to the other
Frustration I smother
If not working soon they'll be dealing with Papa
Three cheers for the bard,Brian Strand
The busiest judge in the land.
He'd carefully read
Appraising with speed
And then one more contest he planned!
Thank you so much for the time and effort you have invested over so many years, Brian.
All the best
Wendy
A Loss so unfair worse the life left in total despair
Silently in the night or on the busiest of days
Unrelenting this fatal pain a true love sustains
An emptiness no one can fill, the days, since a heartbeat did still
In the depth of living anguish echo screams and cries
Unable to escape, until like you I die
It’s crunching and glistening, quietly snowing,
‘neath a moon peaking out of the clouds.
The evening is calling for lovers are falling
in love with the world, less it’s sound.
The busiest street corners, silent and forlorn,
the end of the blizzard is nigh.
A winter land wonder, without all the thunder
a blanket for the full moon tonight.
Form:
It is the busiest day of life.
Moving the position of universe.
Covering of the cloud, moon& star.
The heaven open space for the sun;
It bright round the world,
and make glorious.
Sun is the state of matter,
It control all the universe
and the creation.
It flourished the deceased will.
Heaven shall open the gate of life
and closes the gate of afternoon.
All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow
Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow
The insects get busy, they love this time of year
Until they felt dizzy, like drunk on wine And beer
Mother earth's in overdrive, now its work or die
Nuts in dirt they hide, how they search to survive
Autumn's the busiest time of year
Lest not forget there's mountains to clear.
There are traces of an intimate glow
in every threat your shadow bends
A true test to wily chants that slows
to a crawl when your scent decides to pry
A crave’s busiest time evolves
into questions when thunder grows
And grave decisions are yours,
refined, while I reside in you
I stave a cause for love
and quiz your realest breath
And press my view of you and try
while crests I built review the sign
Please darling,
Close your eyes
During the busiest time of your day
Think back to those smiles of mine,
Which you memorized
Those laughs,
Which only you heard
Please darling,
Just for a little while
Stop your world, and remember me
The distance between us is too long,
The differences in our lives are too major
So think of me
My eyes,
My laugh
My smile
Just for a few seconds
Close your eyes
Dream of me
And I'll dream of you
It was Santa’s busiest night
And nothing was going quite right.
The sleigh, well past it’s best,
Had just failed its flight test
And Rudolph’s red nose had turned white.
Global warming had melted the snow;
A hurricane started to blow.
Santa’s throat was red raw
And felt terribly sore.
He could barely whisper “Ho ho”
He declared a gift embargo;
The elves unloaded his cargo.
Then, on-line from his bed,
He sent vouchers instead,
All delivered by Wells Fargo
Why
The clouds tears in rains
The air blows as hurricane
The water flows as floods
It's damn loneliness
That force everyone
To get brust in frustration.
So they run hard
To destroy all hurdles and barricades
Those are jealous in growth of their families.
Even over crowded cities
And busiest highways
In terms of relation are totally blank.
So they make hue and cry
Where both man and machine make money
Regret, money makes both man and machine blank.