Short Custom Poems
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Charted lanes of custom,
complacency alights
familiarity trumping all
—mindless in the night
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Custom Framed Poetry for all occasions
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Long, Long Ago
Was long, long ago
Custom presume is pagan
Habits that they had.
Watching TV Series on Stonehenge
now.
Jim Horn
Tender moments like these don’t often come ~~
Packed so carefully, wrapped with ribbon custom.
written January 30, 2022
To care for her, quickly,
Attend, instantly;
This husband-like heart,
Wants her near:
A hug in my arms,
Is here, urgently;
This custom, of love,
I would share –
DST screws us up, makes us surly
A custom from the past, makes us late or early
Should be abandoned
The eagle has landed
Time to move on, it's no longer majority
Story of frogs, toads, salamanders and newts
Crocodiles, seals, beavers with flutes.
These cold-blooded moist skins
Amphibians with twins
Live on land and sea in custom wet suits
A custom myrrh
Bored Ed 'n Heir Plain
Flying 2 Tim-Buck-Too
On Airs Pain
He flew eek-on-a-me class
Saving Siri us money
But Lou zing his lug gauge
Was knot sew fun knee!
12,000 years since their introduction
Egyptians were first to start the pet cat custom
No one owns a cat
A CAT owns a cat
90 million slink around town filling their gut
Man induced with intense mischief
Blood staining his custom made handkerchief
Cutting eyes and deadly stares
Creepy crackling as he walks the stairs
He has no shadow, if you believe the myth
im just another version of
the centience in you
and if it comes to making love
my pattern you cant do
and i dont mean just physical
im talkin everything
but what i say is literal
you can not match my swing
A purse with no coins
a sink with no drain
Pants with no pockets
flowers without rain
Oceans without water
winding roads with no end
A world custom-designed
to cultivate friends
M
Am I blind? Might I see
R
G
A reason for this gaiety?
R
I
T
All for one and one for all!
D
Abort the custom of Last Call!
Y
01/08/21
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Peering though their windowsills
Their diamond studded eyes glaring
wicked laughs whispered as I pass them
heeled sandals strapped Black
and leather combat boots
gleam and glow in sarcasm
never to be approached, unless custom made.
Beneath the candles of the sky
I find my altar brown
The cushions damp upon the ground
And for leafless ceiling sigh
Against this its vain to pray
The climate constant change
Yet is my custom at end of day
To thank him for the strange
For centuries, families in India for reasons of luck
Have tossed their babies from a 50-foot tower, they've run amuck
These guys are “bleat”
Babies land on a bed sheet
A custom to which these newborns are blessed as they chuck
Look at the top not at bottom,
Show your attitude not gratitude,
Live as per our custom not for system,
Run towards altitude not for substitute,
Live life king size not at zero size,
Be costly not fancy,
Becomes ethical not critical.
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
Customized
Custom requires behaviors which
Usually are good for us, but
Sometimes it is better if we
Think
Outside the box and
Make different choices and use our
Imagination to add
Zest to our lives so that
Every day
Doesn't become mundane
In any case, I am custom to say
My any and every try is
Possible every time. But
On this occasion I must
Say, I can’t see how I am to
Stay. It won’t and can’t work.
It is not to
Be. I must not
Lie. This time is nor like
Every other time. It’s impossible.
Ode to the morning sun
shining til' the day is done
Ode to the moon so bright
giving us, Lucasta Light
Ode to that star gazed-room
custom built,.. God's anteroom
Ode to Creation Days
made for earthling castaways
like you and I :)
The Fence
The night dark iron gate slams shut
Symbolic for centuries of forbidden crossings
The piled stone lay line across the field
Each rock a hand picked custom fit
Old rusty curtains running zigzag through the forest
Crushed by the tall and silent fallen creators of shade
Form:
Siren at Three in the Morning
You want to abide by custom
but what kind of card
do you send
a man of those years
swept through the night
in a riot of snow
and wet streets
to a hospital quit
one month ago,
a fifth of his gut left,
that eaten through?
Donal Mahoney
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Verbiage a custom
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9/16/24
it was summer and
mother had been busy
in the kitchen all day
making a fancy dinner
and custom birthday cake
year after year
it never got old
but I soon would ~
anticipation giving way
to fond memories
(Leo in title references the zodiac sign)
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