Short Canned Poems
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dimensions align
need to apply the hand brake
way out of order
populace without borders …
used the virtue of vision.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
chickens are not pets
and should not enter house
mother's knife is near
canned chicken is best
raising chickens became norm
juicy tender meat
i cannot be cannonized
for words
that have already expounded
exponentialy
for
i can be canned
for new word combinations
expressed
exquisitely
When a Royal Irish Lancer
Was told he had prostrate cancer
He shouted with glee,
"I got it for "FREE!"
Now he serves as Cork's break-dancer
SO RAISE YOUR TOAST
RAISE YOUR GLASS!!!
SHE KICKS BUTT>>>UU
SHE KICKS ASS
HERE I AM
HERE I STAND!!!
I JUST HOPE ONE DAY SHE UNDERSTANDS!!!
There once was a man with a plan.
The man with the plan was named Stan.
Stan's plan as a man
was flan from a can
which he named Stan the Man's Canned Flan.
clement weather shift
with rainbow tinted festoons
dried leaves' canned laughter
men with harvest, birds in tours
time for thanksgiving gala!
Place: 2 nd
Sipping on all of my stevia sweetened canned cola soda.
Thinking how for him I'll improve my metaphorical moda.
Painting him a heart-shaped astrological mandala.
Chicken is so tasty
cause it is so yummy
canned or Mexicana
channels great nice flavors
cause I just love in soup
chased by being fried too
cautious for the fine bones
A swindler who frequents Toledo
has Fools Are Born To Be Canned as his credo
Scamming the mob by mistake
he made a hasty break
He now fences had soap in Escondido
2/7/22
The answer is at hand when laughter is canned
And we are returned to the sand
Salt of the earth to salt of the sea
A single grain of salt is what life be on evolution's tree
There was a young thin cow of Holland
She would love to laze around on hot sand
Eating grass was well past
She wanted to have a blast
By munching organic fruits freshly canned
I am AI
I think I can
I can AI
It's sealed within me
I will AI
Only when
The cupboard is bare
And the can opener is handy
My AI is canned,
as primordial soup
Campbell's.
a basketful of green and orange.
stomachful of another week’s paycheck.
a father’s pockets crumb-lined and stiff.
kids play catch in the canned food aisle
the fluorescent lights never stop buzzing.
There's a very mean lady named Ann
Who questioned many a man
As the host of the 'Link
She was sure to make them think,
Wrong answers would get them canned!
--
8-2-18
Who knows what lurks in the hearts of man
All seems normal outside but imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming in the streets chomping on canned spam
If in your fruit cellar you find
My jar, you need not be perplexed
When one day the label reads
"Canned peach preserves";
And on another day, "cubed dills";
Or if you find upon opening
Nothing of the label of contents.
Who knows what sillies lurk in the hearts of man
All seem normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
I had a plan to tell you how I feel but i canned it reran it.
How do I show you your my bandwidth my sociable sandwich.
What if I told you how my heart ticks.
What if you told me that I was just a stand in.
I couldn't stand it.
‘Normalcy’
has its
depression
built in
Mundane
and ill formed
life hiding
from sin
Each day
like the former
unseasoned
and bland
With time
in the freezer
hope frozen
— and canned
(The New Room: April, 2025)
Who knows what sillies lurk in the heart of this man
All seems normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
The zephyr on the weather vane
now pointing North
and this constant back and forth
Finally taking Standing Hampton down Candy Cane Lane
The Red Barron shot down in flames
(Thanks for the tour of the upper balcony M'lady)
Runaway Train
Conductor No Brain
Off His Track
Didn't Look Back
Cargo Debris
Blowing In Breeze
Poor Boxcar Willie
Got Knocked Silly
Sam The Man
Was Simply Canned
I Did Yell
What The Hell
Dusk settled on light green trees
Timid mongoose peeped
Padded feet in the alley
Cool breeze thru leaves seeped
It started to feast
On old canned fish and stale meat
Stars twinkles in east
27/9/12
BY-Tahera Mannan
Contest- Wonder Of Dusk In Seguidilla
Man Canned Tableau
Insult as men stare,
More frequent than rare,
Holding Partners hand
Passerby, he's canned,
Boobs, bottoms or legs,
Stop it now she begs!
PHOTO 3
Entering Contest " Tableau 2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Joseph May
27th March 2021