Short By No Means Poems

Aristotle Had No Play-Dough

Aristotle
Never liked to dawdle.
He studied under Plato
But by no means played with play-dough.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010

Poetic form: Clerihew...

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Guess I could be considered mainstream
By no means can I be thought of as extreme
But at times I sure wish
I could give life a twist
Walking down main street making gestures obscene


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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this pretension of self-consequence,by no means unpleasant,...perhaps ..sufficient and in itself agreeable enough .A sensation of pleasure Every sentiment complete,perfection ..where grace and spirit are united in a conceptual moment....

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Within our personal trials we LET
Darkness reside for we are NOT
Perfect by no means in  YOUR
Sight but we will open our HEART
To overcome our burden and BE
Lifted up and no longer TROUBLED


John 14:1

A try at HG and Dane Ann's new form of poetry....

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Happiness, by no means, will reside in our souls
If we do not learn, how to love and to forgive,

As

Joy, on no account, will be felt by our hearts 
If we never find out, how to share and how to give! 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  I9 DECEMBER 2014...

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That is nobody’s fault
                                     You said,
This window was closed from the very beginning
But my dear fellow!
                   You could have opened it
                                                             By means of a Smile!...

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A blind lion is still dangerous.
A toothless lion still strong.
A declawed lion still magnificent.

An imprisoned heart
by no means caged.
A King dethroned remains royal.

It is ignoble to imagine
a crippled life to be anything other
than the radiant spirit
of freedom....

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OPEN UP YOUR EYES,
DON'T BE SURPRIZE,
JESUS CHRIST IS THE ONLY GRAND PRIZE,
HE PAID A PRICE,
SO THAT WE CAN HAVE EVERLASTING LIFE,
TO ENJOY LIFE AND BECOME ALL THAT WE CAN BE,
BY NO MEANS SHOULD A BORN AGAIN BELIEVER BE IN CAGED BY BONDAGE,
OR STRUGGLING WITH SIN,
THE CHAINS HAS BEEN BROKEN.

WRITTEN BY CAPRICE LONG...

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Allow those sunrays
Bypass through the lenses
Compose up my window  
          Buffing 
Agree to those blends 
Seize on to my grip
And let my sun
Grant me my limelight
      Smiling, blurring
Sojourn!
Don’t swathe my sanity
My guide
My warmth
       The exquisite
My Love
You shall by no means
Recoil beyond the pillows...

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When raised to the third - a power of two
The number of corners on dice or a cube
Legs on a spider that some people dread
Orbiting planets 'cept Pluto 'nuff said
For nerds the number of bits in a byte
Pawns in a chess game - side black or side white
Brings luck in the east - by no means a curse
Number of lines in this numeric verse...

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My dog looks at me,
don’t wanna know what he’s thinking
missing one testicle now,
'thanks to me'.

I offer him a treat a reward a bribe if you will
to forgive and forget, but.
He turns his head away from me.

“Come on boy” I say “it’s your favorite,
a bacon-flavored dog biscuit”, but then I think.

Not a fair trade by no means,
who am I kidding?...

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A well of knowledge we're not privy to
The Atheist fills with ridicule
Construing God as something else
While their Spirit longs to find Him

Their common sense; so critical
An insult to demand proof
Yet Jesus traced His scars with Thomas
Are we again to crucify Him?

Some allotments have been Biblical
By no means limited to
If all our hopes in Him turn true
Is that not more then words could do?...

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To live in the moment
Means we get to see things first hand
Made by the masters hand.
This is by no means an accident.
We get to see God's accomplishments
From any where we stand.
To live in the moment
Means we get to see things first hand.
We see what is prominent
So our minds can expand
Thus letting us know God is in command.
This is enlightenment.
To live in the moment
Means we get to see things first hand....

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In Memory of You

So that even if my moribund mind fails
to show your fading beautiful face again,
you shall glow eternally in these trembling words.
By no means hollow are the choicest crowns
this dying poet does bestow on his cherished lover.

1st Prize, Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme Contest

Date: November 5 2021...

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I can’t seem to discard 
The sensation that comes upon me 
Whenever your around 
By no means 
Could I have anticipated 
That you would give me 
Such an luminous perspective 
On how it feels to be loved again 
So hypersonic has our relationship 
Matured and flourished 
What an astonishment you are
Did not presume a like you
Still would exist in this age 
You have subsided this rage
Within my soul
With jestures untold.......

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Though you call me molehill,
Still I shall attain my height.
The more refuse you deposit 
The higher and mightier I become.

So when you blow up your dust
Or sling your wicked mud
And in your joy on me they sediment;
Mock me not I do not see mud nor dust
But another layer of  my enviable size.

Your garbage is by no means hurdle,
It is the thrust to my destined height.

Songs of power,
Something inside so strong.
8/11/2015....

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Tell me, how will they love me? 
Really it is very difficult, how?
In the heart that contains 
The emptiness of the sky,
Can love ever go away there?
"He picked up
A leaky and cracked-bon boy,
When I wanted to paint a mark 
On his cheek as a memento of love.
I stepped back, fled.
He kept laughing, 
Continued to lough!”
Seeing her go away in such a fear, 
My laughter never stopped.
My laughter doesn't really stop,
By no means. How?...

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The wisecracker is going to cut you down to size before you even know it

He knows you but he is not going to always show it

Because he is the wisecracker

Wiser than wise, not even a fool

He will fool around with you and jump right in before you see it

But, he is by no means anybody's fool

He has an ace but he never uses it in the right place

He cracks jokes until you feel broke

He wins until you lose

He is the wisecracker...

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Should I be scared of a obsessed Poem stalker

Surely I am safe from thee and they are just talkers,

Seeking my pages out then posting a long poem about me

I guess in a way that is really creepy,

The words in the post suggest I have been threatened some how

Should I worry or just say; wow,

I don't trust this stalker by no means

They are a compulsively obsessed stalker and have been for a long time it seems.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015...

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Fingers,
Toes,
Not enough to contain love ones.
Numerous beyond censuring?
By no means,
Barely breathing their names.
Handful,
Nevertheless,
Seems like measureless charity.
One breath for each,
They have in me.
Exhausting smiling laughter,
My heart tickles,
Love ones-
Only to inhale in awe,
Resting in their proper place,
Soul of mine,
All over again.
Counting faces of pure joy,
Knowing,
Blessed to breathe their names,
Keeping me in the living realm-...

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Spring had already come, but my mother was still numb, 
Winter anorak hugging my sweating and suffocating body; 
Sad inside, but quietly because I was by no means a dumb, 
Since I claimed to her that the others were free as anybody. 

Summer time loves my essence, free, liberal and breezy, 
Wearing t-shirts on the bus to school, a bold statement, 
To their fundamentalism, so religious, strict and uneasy, 
About our freedoms, like healthcare, radio and sentiment....

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A photo of my past reveals a pattern
Like a stroll that one would unfold;
Like a one-way forward railroad track,
Portraying rather interesting facts and
Saying to all that, usually, I did not go back.

Unlike God's creation, it was not 'all good';
Nor does it show that every assignment was finished.
By no means was I in any way tarnished and diminished.
Although hard, tiring, and bruising, I learned to strive.
The sunsets inspired me, and sunrises moved me ahead....

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I don't know why I am always being questioned
My decisions and actions are never protected
No matter what I have said or what I do
People seem to tell untruths to you
I am just a human by no means perfect
But all you on-seers need not interject
You may roll your eyes and shake your head
That may be because you have never listened to what I have said
I am who I am, no one will ever change me
Ignore the rumors and just let me be me!

copyright@2012   Monica Payne...

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Why is there anything, anything at all?
It’s a question that blanches the brain.
A question that holds thinkers in thrall.
And the answer is by no means plain.

What are we to make of endless space
With its billions of light-studded stars?
Is even one inhabited by a human race?
Do they know about Earth, Pluto, Mars?

It’s humbling to scan the skies at night
And to understand we are but a blot.
It casts earthly challenges in a new light,
Making us wonder what God has wrought...

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