Short Call The Shots Poems

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Premium Member I Call the Shots Around Here

You must be kidding Game's on and no one called me? Ok, break time's up I've been ignored long enough I call the shots around here ~*~
For Linda's "Baby Babbles" Contest
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Benefits Denied

expendable lives our elderly, sick and poor benefits denied D.C. may call the shots now God is the equalizer
*Written in honor of John Freeman for his contest "Sayings of Wisdom"
Form: Tanka

Choka1 February202012

I sense happiness
because the Son never sets
on faith, hope, and love
now a baby is diff'rent
one must plan ahead
yes, the head not the body
must call the shots, shoots:
as love peeks at sun and Son
one prays for wisdom
and faithfulness, kingdom reign
as with tithes, You give to test
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Choka

Premium Member Mine Is a Mystical Garden

Mine is a mystical garden
Sassy marigolds and violets
Red cornflowers spreading their seeds,
Monarchs, wasps and bees reside here.
Pretty hums come from my garden,
Dainty pink and purple petals 
Magical faeries, imps and elves,
Bossy daffodils call the shots,
Roses laugh knowingly at this
Mine is a magical garden


Written 8/27/2018       Poetry Contest                 Sponsor:  Vermillion Scythe

Serendipity

There was no space between 
the bonsai.
                  
You were growing in a flat 
tray, spreading horizontally.     

The plain glitter of absence 
brings the unorder. You-

want to start a riot among
the fallen leaves of an autumn.

A civil war between words.
They were fighting without guns.

There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen.

The surrogates were presented.
Are you ready to call the shots ?


Satish Verma
Form: ABC


Distinctive Worlds

Bombs, shots and constant threats.
Hearts pumping, bodies covered in sweat.
Battle grounds painted in red,
Bodies punctured with lead.

A large comfortable leather chair,
A suit, tie and well-groomed  hair.
Laughs, smiles and bodyguards for protection,
A life more or less close to perfection.

Two very different worlds,
One with luxury, in the other violence scales.
Yet those in the world of luxury call the shots,
While those in the other are killed by shots.
Form: Rhyme

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