Short Curfew Poems
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past curfew kids play
then they collectively groan...
"come inside!," mom yells.
Date written: 12/16/2021
Heard the clock strike midnight
How quickly those hours had flown by
I ran home like Cinderella ~
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Why I'ma blue class das
Heaves off weight
Glass paings, cement trix
Uppa game
Leaves under trough
All circumvent no plow?
Gotta plan on does
Mookie curfew
Always feather the curfew
Of bitten lip
Homework Assignments illustration book report
For Rupi
Reading, Writing, hearing, learning
Atticus poetry pending
Messaged
Confining to homes
Curfew comes
To know a few,why?
Still curfew
How to bring cure curfew for Corona?
Nor cure even a few
Not cure but can curtail some
Go,stay at home!
A curse
This Coronavirus
Beyond cure
At Worse
All at homes like in curfew
Annoyed
Virus
Less than a piece of hair
On Nobel heads
Defunct
Enough is enough
Walk up
Deliver!
I was off to a terrible start
A first date with odiferous fart
'til she made it quite clear
as her curfew drew near
That a fart's not the way to 'er heart!
Inspired by Jan Allison...
Crows gather
in beacons of Blackness
Any subterfuge of despair
marvels their flight
A curfew is needed
for their sorceress
They are the harlequins of the night
on a mindful mission
of sequined tricks
cold curfew lifted
eager wings spread, feathers plumed...
sweet song susurrates
tweeting awareness
of burgeoning beginning...
springtime harbinger
February 10, 2023
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest : Bird
Testing times for the masses
Testing surprises? wrong passes
Friends on paper turned foes
WHO was there and knows
Sellouts in for the kill
Digital tracking at the till
Liberties lost, the new normal
Curfew and lockdown now formal
Coming close to curfew, keep count the flock
as they kick and kink over the picket
Rescind to limber my pick, remit the vigil
for I commit and sit vigilant awith
Dismiss the abyss, as I shall not remiss
and I leave you with this...
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:
They claim they care
How their bank accounts fair!!
As your health, to paramedics, they leave
Their next loan tranche to sieve
From curfew to lockdown we flit
As on their ample behinds, they sit
While the masses hunker down
The deep state's in town
I'm hearing natures winds
Blissfully roaming through the trees
In hope I wonder I
To be graced by such breeze
As I close my eyes to curfew
Self sedation closes all around
Looking back from my inner dark
Suddenly there's no sound.
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Appears alone under the mad moonlight.
Moves melodically with inept inertia
Faceless flora, shapeless sapiens
Kissing clandestine by the elderly elk.
Hands hurried with precise passion
Cutting curfew is non-negotiable.
Infant inception in dark destinies.
a neighbor’s water hose sent
a roaring rapid down the sidewalk curb
our popsicle sticks navigated
through the rocks and raging current
street lights with ominous hue
implored our curfew
we ambled along cheering
those popsicle sticks on
far, far, far into the night
Midnight strikes the bewitching hour
Earlier, if she wants to not meet her father's dour,
When a virtuous daughter is expected to be home
And the young man not to be considered a gnome,
If not, all the relationships are likely to sour.
written February 1, 2021
your eyes burn brighter than the stars
no force of gravity could pull as strong
or fall as hard as I
transfixed and made to gaze
on sundials keeping tabs and time
I would make the planets realign
eclipsing, shutting out the sun
I would plunge the world in darkness
just to stay here past tonight
Form:
My soul flew to church
roadside beauty blocked it
Charity work it embarked on
hot mouths intercepted goods
Prayer to God it made
no response from the heavens
Ascended to the heaven
black clouds built a fence
Desperate soul mine is
curfew on earth, curfew above
Where will it find solace?
where will it find a friend?
(in Memory of W. Houston)
After all that I've been
through
The trials and tribulations,
tried and true
PEACE, I ask of you, for
My curfew
Because I've done ALL,
that I can do
This I would grant, "if on
the other foot was the shoe"
Although, My Baby, "Bobbi-
Kris", it'll make her blue
Yet, it's over and done with,
"that Bird has flew"
Now, LORD, do "I LOOK TO
YOU"
I give up in despair
The damage to repair
Second hand theories abound
Seeking to keep me safe and sound
The laws are changing fast
Communal activities now in the past
Quarantines and lockdowns they order
Virtually sealing the border
We must all get infected
Some practices we have rejected
Morphing into copy cats
While waiting to become laboratory rats
Terrazzo, Terrazzo!
Keep me satisfied
She curfewed all
With an artisans
Doing of work
A world shall envy me
That my floors shall
Be works of art
Clean enough for people
To dine
I shall stand before them
And brag that it is mine
Those novice wishers
Who wish to how it was
Done
Shall hear the stories of
This artesians labor and
The price of the contractal
Science we had begun.
Bratkartoffeln,
narrow mindedness
( and there is lots of that unfortunately),
baked schpeck kartoffeln,
bigotry and lust
( and there is lots of that),
bienenschtich,
bread and wine,
the sweat of the brow,
Schweinehacksen,
oppression, guilt
(and there is lots of that),
gluttony, the curfew gull it glides......
not many of you will get this,
but that is,
what is on my mind........ ?
Because I decided to make a bad decision.
Because I just wanted to get something to drink.
Because it was really late at night.
Because I was hanging out with the wrong person.
Because I needed a break from life.
Because my parents are disappointed in me.
Because there were not a lot of people out.
Because I broke curfew.
Because I was supposed to be responsible.
Because I sat in the back of a cop car.
We, whose parents gave us that first taste of freedom,
Who took such joy in our newly found freedom,
Who put a curfew on our freedom,
Who took us to the right shops to buy our freedom,
Who taught us how to work out the cost of freedom,
Who bled, for our freedom,
Who taught us not to forget others when thinking of freedom,
Are the most fortunate of creatures who have never lost,
The joy of that first taste.