Short Commission Poems
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Biotech company Amgen set to build $600-million research center in Thousand Oaks
Tastefully Planning
Commission
New Hires Welcome
Noah had a mission
Build an ark on commission
Fill it full of animal pairs
To square away human affairs
01/03/2021
Eugene Delacroix vigorous in style
straight to the point,without guile
He loved lush reds& coppery green
set-piece commission were surely his scene
Dutch Rachel Ruysch tableau
a painter with 10 kids or so
So prodigious *over six decades
royal commission she obeyed
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/rachel-ruysch
Santa knew he had a special mission
To make sure Putin's out of commission
With his sleigh of dynamite
Disguised as presents tonight
Down Putin's chimney upon ignition
Valley's fine productive mission.
Native paintings, no commission.
They survive without attrition.
Field hands, herdsmen.
Place of peace and good nutrition.
Goats and sheep-pen.
Valley's fine productive mission.
Native paintings, no commission.
They survive without attrition.
Field hands, herdsmen.
Place of peace and good nutrition.
Goats and sheep-pen.
Our Conviction Trinity Sunday
From God, we are given a commission,
We always receive with apprehension;
Do go His way,
Night and day;
His plans must be part of our conviction.
Jim Horn
My granddaughter walks dogs for a living
So you'd think she'd be in control, that's a given
Was walking five at one time
A fight broke out, got intertwined
Was bitten causing blood putting her out of commission
Translation is a fine art
wreaks havoc with volition
Errors of commission
divulging those of omission
~ Entry in 'Bite Size 94' contest ~
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Date: November 30, 2024
"The light of the world.”
Those who carry out the Great Commission
Are 'oft mistaken in their hopeful persuasion
That truth once spoken will ignite faith outright.
Yet, ‘tis the unlit candle must come to the light.
Copyright 2021 Paul Thomson
A Disciple puts'
His
Attributes' into action
And his things'
Into a power of commission'
But, a
Missing disciple
A plain man
Of God persistently
Turn's to a life of omission
And turn things' too
And FRO
GF
Looking back,
my mistakes,
if such they were,
were of omission
rather than commission.
My caution
and lack of nerve
leaving me
with naught but
a basket full of
might have beens.
Which is why
I must now,
seize this day
with you.
MMII revised MMXIV
The want of profanity
And the sheer dearth of warmth
Has vowed for a whole eternity
That it shall commission rust and moth
To chew away in a colossal calamity
All the cordial bonds between man and man,
For he has employed both knife and gun
In aid of his doom!
Submission
Please grant me my submission,
for my great commission,
of crimes in uncertain times.
I think my dear we can work it out,
if you will think about,
the fact I no longer act the lout.
love and kisses BG © Now, Terence Cummings Smith
The power of the written word
the spoken word supreme
Ink to then commission
what only breath can glean
Soldiers line up back to back
letters ranked and filed
The command to march just given once
—its war chant loud and wild
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
A baby boomer, late bloomer, at times a doom and gloom er.
Eats blueberries, says Hail Mary's, believes in leprechauns and fairies.
Works on commission, has good nutrition, too impatient to ever go fishing.
Sings in C, off key but always very happily.
Never a stoic, brave and heroic. Lately feeling mesozoic.
Santa Claus departs with his wife in fear
Not occasionally, but every year,
That he’ll slip and fall
And breaking his jaw,
Put himself out of commission, Oh dear!
Written November 27, 2022
Submitted to "Holiday Limerick" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
10/10/5/5/10 by HMS
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A disciple put's
His attributes'
Into action and
His thing's
Into a power
- Of -
Commission
But,
A missing disciple,
A plain man before God,
Persistently turn's to a life
Of omission
And turn's things'
To and fro
GF
The headline news this morning read
Ben's tolling drones will be shut down
while workers clean the cogs in his head
He might even get turned upside down
Old Ben will be out of ringing commission
for four years there will be peace and quiet
No gongs will be ringing in noisy emission
Ben's being put on a needed silence diet
this 'poem' is to inform those who follow my poems and to those whose poems I follow that I will be having carpal tunnel surgery on Monday, January 12. After that time I will be out of 'poetry commission' for a while.
I just didn't want to stop participating and not keep you informed. Looking foward to a return in the near future, warm wishes, Sara Etgen-Baker
The Harlequins of the night
languish their last aura
Lilly eyed clowns await
commissioners bleed into tweed
Rivillers errantly play drums
Damsels failing in their appeal
Adventurers sent back
Running on empty
the night people slide in between
Those old sinners head for the valleys
backing their wasted years
No prayers are said, just the orbital of silence