Short Crib Poems
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Some men are against Women's Lib
So the FBI told a fib
If men aren't on top
They can't get the drop
On curves from an Insolent Rib
heads full of endless thoughts
as our hearts are in knots
parties of one grew sky high
bride and groom caught in a lie
little ones will never come
drowning our lives in boredom
There once was Glenda with slippers to share.
Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair.
She ducked behind Oz’s curtain
To do what is uncertain,
But the Lion put a crib in his lair.
As I lie here in my six foot crib
Trying not to cry and disturbing the script
Must follow it to a tee
Or be swept out to sea
With all the sharks who'll eat me to bits
Let each one of us prepare a crib to welcome Jesus in his heart,
Thus
We could learn to love one another and would stop living apart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 December 2022
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERY FELLOW POET AND HIS FAMILY!
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he wore a green hat with a red flower
he was my bestie, and I adored him
the first person I saw in the morning
my bestie, Wiggly Worm
there were three creatures hanging off him
two bugs and a butterfly
they all three had enormous smiles
they made my day in their vibrant colors
I loved them so when I was two years young
Little kids who go to bed
Very often wake up dead
Around their necks the blankets wrap;
While they sleep, their necks go, "Snap!"
Wake up choking in the night
Find the blankets tied on tight
Yank and pull the awful noose
Die because you can’t get loose.
From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems & Stories.
pulling the curtain
of life they blend
to the pink flesh
crouching kneeling
jumping in frenzy
different perspectives of
confusing contorted figures
of inherent loneliness
polished
birds are flying forgetting
their directions
poison in golden chalices
chariots of sun sinking
in the heart of the
muddy earth
we are preparing the crib
for the aborted foetus
Form:
there's a little dog that's laughing
at a cow jumping the moon
and a cat playing a fiddle
on the wall of a bright room
where a mobile's hanging silent
waiting patiently to turn
like the pages on the bookshelf
that proclaim it's fun to learn
and there's a bible on a small crib
with its cross depicting love
for a child born sadly sleeping
into arms of those above.
I think his iris is timid in sight,
Find him his cig, its light.
Its lit tip is in its crib,
I did right to fight with his timid skin in sight.
Sight this lid, I dig, I did.
His nick is with him in his crib,
I hit his crib with him with light.
It is in rid if its rig, I didn’t dig, I didn’t.
Light is sick.
Whip is sick.
Nick is light.
His is right.
I’m in with his right,
With its light in his crib.
Big, big, big hits is right by light.
Lid, lid, lid,
I’m with this crib.