Short Conrad Poems

on the radio
William Conrad started it
the Gunsmoke legend...

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grip.grip the pony
young tender roni,chris face
love taste,waste her now...

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He is Conrad but not Hilton.
She is Cher but not that Cher.
He is Leif but not Erikson.
She is Tina but not that Tina
He is Chevy but not Chase.
Come meet my new kindergarten students....

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This American icon does quite well
Known far and wide as the Hilton Hotel --
   Bernie Sanders just bought in
   Why is he sporting a grin? --
It's now named "Comrade Hilton." What the hell?!...

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A paper lantern of a girl;
Dim halo hazy, stitched thin by needlework.
A precision seamstress of darker dreams--
Freedom is a luxury, not
A privilege.




"Lanterns"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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hearts loves firestones 
colliding, exploding sparks
universe alive

Entered: “Sing me a Senyru” Poetry Contest
Song “Firestone” by Kygo and sung by Conrad Sewell
Dated 2/9/19
Placed 5th with thanks...

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Memories rest,
Flowerterrible, in beds of summer
Soils. Each petal a
Struggle of colour
Against grainy backbeats;
Come Autumn, the
Omnipotent spring goddess
Takes to crossing sidewalks.


"Flowerterrible"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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Sarah Adams 14 August 1848

Conrad Aiken 17 August 1973

Kinsley Amis 22 October 1995

Allen Gingsberg 5 April 1997

Pablo Nerudo 23 September 1973

Walt Whitman 26 March 1892

I hope it is not too soon that i too

Am welcomed home...

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Persistent insistence,
   Dragging pride like a shadow.
All tongue and flesh and distance:
Persistent insistence
To previously unpracticed resistance-
   Oh, to be so shallow.
Persistent insistence,
   Dragging pride like a shadow.  


"Reputable"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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Touched by you, I am
Eclipsed:

Wanton, we gather superficially at the
Center of warm flesh,
Decoding one another's fractured forms.

I feel, for all purposes, in a 
Self-defeating sense, Desire
Of tidal proportions, an Oceanic
Onrush, only to be drowned in.


"Eclipse"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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My Love
It's gaping maw insatiable,
Crawls trembling toward lurid
Sunlight.

It is a bottom feeder;
An aphorism for suppressed passion.

That amorphous wretch:
Refusal to cease equating
Suffering and nonsense,
To love and the masquerade-

I shiver at the thought.



"My Love"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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Six AM is
NOT a 
         Solace:
The ( waking ) hours
Seem
        NO
Better.
Roll over and press then
Panic Switch
(In your
         too
            loose
                  pants and
Flyaway bangs
And nosebleeds)
      Wishing
A  death
Upon the sunRISE
"Because
I
Said".



"Good, Evil, Rage: Me"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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I

I came-
The world tasting
Like raspberry candy,
Our orb a snowglobe of which to
Shake up.

II

I saw
Lightening skies,
Dawn breaking over roofs-
I sighed, inhaling the beauty
Today.

III

I conquered
Worlds with my pen!
Filling pages with ink;
Filling minds with words that speak
Of tomorrow.




"Vini Vidi Vici"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.

I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Abruptly end.



"Quiet"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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