Short Conference Poems
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To all that this may concern, let this notice be known,
"The Procrastinator Conference Day, has yet again been postponed."
galaxies agree
harmony among planets
shall be called free bird
* Lynyrd Skynyrd Tribute
Preparing his conference speech
Old man ended up on nude beach
By virtue or vise
He stuck his device
In each blowhole he could reach
OH PEAR !
As aliens who come from out there
All our heads are the size of a pear
Most consider us sane
Despite a tiny brain
Attending a conference, we swear
Writing for the ages,
—not for the agent
Answers became questions,
—all wonder returned
(James River Writer’s Conference
Richmond Virginia: October, 2016)
If doctrine and dogma
held a conference with reality
and an agreement was reached
on a common philosophy and set of tenants
Would that be a paradox or paradigm shift?
Say Something ...
Don’t juxtapose pretty words
because you think
they sound good together
Say Something ...
(James River Writer’s Conference: October, 2016)
My Poem still an open wound,
unstitched by edits snare
Running free on a salted page,
—new blood for all to share
(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)
My Poem still an open wound,
unstitched by edits snare
Running free on a endless page
—new blood for all to share
(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)
This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy came clean at a press conference
Confessed, "No matzo balls in my genome"
Confusion reigns in him, even before the press conference.
Yet when there's a chance to make a bad choice, none's more decisive.
Acting only when he must, he throws the chips, lets them fall.
Let’s give him the nickname of Sayles.
In suit, he does chomp at his nails.
Preoccupied schlub
gnaws down to the nub.
A shame as he chews at details.
7/14/2022
Wow! True story!
A breakthrough was imminent,
Exhilaration ensued;
Ships listed idly,
The HEAVENS were still.
A press conference was called,
Adrenaline spoke well.
Ere a headline's created
Ought the SEA not to swell?
Starfish is my teacher now the child said
His imagination is on overdrive said his Daddy Ned
His mother thought it was cute; he is gifted she stated.
They met teacher starfish on conference day and felt almost berated.
I go to the conference,
she explains, no self-discipline,
no self control, just lazy
an F student
I agree, he has none
but neither do i,
no one taught me,
so how do i teach him?
"I guess we are losers"
She is angry
Form:
Imageries of tribal stench
Streets stretched in stray bullets
Carcasses charred in church
Women slit in the dark
A conglomerate of conference table
Littered with coffee and curfew
Monkeys mourning
Centre crawling
Sentiments sighing
Jos, a shadow.
Form:
PTA Conference with Mom.
You mean you don’t have an hour and a half lunch?
Child looks smug.
You don’t get off at 1:20?
More smug.
You don’t let them play video games during their hour
morning break?
This kid is a genius.
How can I possibly grade him?
Call
and chirr
of crickets
non stop ceaseless,
no pause in chorus
at evening conference.
Flock in cheerful assembly.
Symphony in monotony.
Probably urgent call for mating.
Frolic Insects rubbing wings forcefully.
I got drown in the river of love
It drew me by and by to the conference of love
This is where two rivers meet for love
Then I saw an angel walk towards me with hands full love
In the same river where I was drawn for love's sake I found myself again in the arms of love
teens table their tablets —
a boy and girl lean into conference.
their mom, the professional, puzzled
as the family dishes out dinner, discussing
the call, “that man and his sidekick, so funny!”
tasteful humor provides entertainment.
6/10/2021
Bite Size Poem no6
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
My daughter says
I hate my cell phone.
I always have to call home
When I get there,
Where I’m going, with whom and when.
Flashback to me at her age
Coming home from a conference
Out of town
My mother worried at half past twelve
When she thought I should be home at ten
I wish I had a cell phone then.
Form:
Conference day
Some leave happy
Excited, thrilled.
High fiving their teachers,
Loving them still.
Twirling and whirling
A dancing drill.
Others leave unhappy,
Decidedly sad,
Protruded upper lip,
Frowny forehead, acting all big and bad.
Angry eyes,
Completely surprised,
After their mean teacher
Spread her lies.
Zeitgeist
of yesteryear,
so vividly captured!
A photo frozen in time of...
reporters waiting for a press conference;
the sky above them soon to change...
from white to scarlet red.
Look at those cars!
Zeitgeist
Back When Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 03/05/2020
He lied
He’d died!
Alan Abel faked his death and an obituary was published in the New York Times on 2nd January 1980, On January 3, 1980, he held a press conference and said "reports of my demise have been grossly exaggerated".
DU-O your two line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
11/15/20
The museum closed for ever,
and I was there
when they turned off the lights
They were turned off one by one...
At first the boardroom's
where Jacqui cried, I think
then the conference room
where they dismantled
all the plugs
then the rooms on all the floors,
and I could not stand it -
the long drawn-out goodbye
12/25/2015