Short Chris Poems
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Death in the Desert
Good man dragged though the streets
not expecting such an inauspiscous end
Islam lovely Islam giving such treets
Chris Christie
a delusional passage to glory that's missed he
back, back to the Bridge
awaiting announcements, go cosset the fridge.
Chris Christie
the road to the truth may be just a tad twisty
a bridge too far
the bully boy suggests you had no need to come by car.
A poet we all know as Chris
Loves to write limericks like this
In rhythm and rhyme
We get leud baudy lines
A winner we just can't dismis
C-charming and sensitive
H-handsome one I fell in love with
R-romantically perfect
I-irresistible and cute as a bee
S-sweet but better than me
Chicago’s pall, leave behind.
Evanston’s smog,
still, a hope. Lone telescope –
through the fog, Faint light find,
Andromeda’s call.
His enchanted romantic gems send me afloat in a cloud serene.
12/31/19
Contest: Who Flips your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Chris’ Creepy Cats
By Curtis Johnson
Cautiously, Chris came crawling and calling, carrying crying creepy cats.
12102015 ( One Liners Five Contest)
Humor gives life joy
Laughter is a balm that soothes
Tell me a good joke...
Make me chuckle make me roar
Take me to hilarious
for Chris's tanka contest
Comforting the heart
Having all my attetion
Reaching out for that I can't see
In you nothing can stop me
Sent to die for mankind
Today you are alive through me
My name Chris.
As of late, has been Chris-poor.
Chris-poor-friend takes notice.
Pay no mind to poor Chris.
He's a Chris-poor-friend.
Poor friend of Chris...
-Chris/Ironic Zinc
For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)
mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still
Form:
There's a guy on the Soup called Chris
Captain Hook or Peter Pan is his wish
Boy his Blogs are so good
By this Canadian dude
His information sure is the Biz
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-16.php
Caring, compassionate and considerate
Here for me and I will always be there for you
Reliable, reassuring in times of crisis
I am so blessed to have you in my life
Simply the best friend anyone could have
Jan Allison
14th August 2014
My friend from Trinidad
has swagger like no other
Grew up drenched in music's rhythm
surrounded by storytelling musicians
who'd belt out proud social messages
To this day he lives and breathes music
Transports him to that soulful party place
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Missing Chris
My little dog hides in high grass;
Her blackness crawls between iris stalks,
I spend my time spotting her,
That she not find her way away.
The fence is chain link, covered with ivy,
She hides even there, I worry.
Maxie is my friend, she comforts me.
Love to all, good night.
This isn’t a fisherman’s story -
Chris woke to a huge morning glory
But until it goes down
Poor Chris wears a big frown
As he can’t use the lavatory!
Posted with kind permission of Chris Green
Inspired by banter after reading his poem ‘When I look at you’
01~13~17
My name is Chris,
Her name is Alice,
We’re cocooned in
A plantastic palace,
While balanced on
The woodlands eaves,
We banquet on
What others leaves.
We’re pillers of
Socie-eat-he
We pay our debts
And dine for free,
But our sights are set
Up in the sky,
For we’ve been promised
One day we’ll fly!
His bravery inspired
a hero defiled
By one of his own
whose spirit disowned
All memory attacks
what never came back
‘from a war beyond
winning or losing’
The best of the best
too early to rest
His brothers in arms
—his first choosing
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Some polar bears went on display
and cheeky folks had a field day
They made it their mission
and changed the position
to polar bears having a lay!
Inspired by the photograph from a display at Tynwald Mills Isle of Man! Thanks to my wonderful friend Chris for sending it to me!
11/21/18
Signore Christopher Columbus came up with a wacky notion!
He claimed he could reach India by sailing west across the Atlantic Ocean!
"Just think of all them spices and gold! We ain't got nothin' to lose!"
Queen Isabella thought him nuts but reluctantly funded the cruise!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Thank you, Chris,
You are a kind heart,
Your sweet words
Are pictures of art.
I've been down,
Freezing frustration,
I owe you
For inspiration,
I'll claw through
These times of despair,
Your concern
Has helped me repair,
Thank you, Chris,
Now I need not strive,
Coz of you
My Muse is alive.
09/02/17
Why you wanna go there ?
I don’t wanna go there,
I guess I gotta go there,
you asked me out on a date,
then we go to a place that I hate,
you said the place would be nice,
but all I get is a sweet tea no ice,
not even a parfait with granola,
tal vez él habla española?
So please don’t ask me,
and I wont ask you,
because if you wanna date again,
then you better let me supersize
A wee witty ditty about Chris (the Hawk) on BBC 6 Music - as they celebrate World Poetry week
“There is a deejay called Chris
Who loves to play.. go on the pi*s (or take the p*ss)
Getting squiffy he won’t miss
Who went from spiffy quiffy bliss
To an iffy monk haircut abyss
Be remiss not to hiss at this
But still gets the gong & a kiss
Names in song we’ll never ever miss”
How I long for days of yore,
Young at heart with open door.
Wishful, bashful, silly grin;
Wearing smooth and silky skin.
Now the years have passed me by,
My wrinkled face makes me sigh.
Cream it, stretch it, make it tight;
Purely for reflective sight.
Thinking of those times to come,
When then I can't remember some.
And even though a dermal sin,
I'll pray for crinkled skin again.