Short Dash Poems
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he texted his order to door dash
what do we want for dip?
hazelnuts or walnuts?
acorns
the usual please, honey
he nodded
barbeque sauce with a side of nutella
Dine and dash we are on the go
look at all the food below
warm soup is for me
with crackers and brie
are we eating real fast or slow
Hard to believe I'm still cooking with gas
Thought by now I'd have my thumb up my ass
But here I am
Still Happiness Sam
About to embark on a new fast dash to cash
.
Dash of fall color
Bright sunny yellow flower..
Weedy nuisance waves
Charlie and Marley maculate giraffe
Looking immaculate with a soft laugh
Dinner at Bread and Butter
Had their stomach a flutter
Through the window they ate shocking the staff
4/6/2024
Dine and dash with your head in the window
Stretch your long neck and bend like a willow
No one's looking, take your time
Outdoor eating's not a crime
And the lone master is an old widow
I ordered my whole gourmet restaurant staff
to serve my pals Molly and Max Giraffe
I humbly have to admit
the vegan meal was a hit
The tall order sparked a jaffy good laugh
Of course, Dine and Dash don't say no
Takeaway meals too good to go
A perfect restaurant
even to an aged aunt
Not a profitable portfolio
Quatrain #640:
DASH
Dazzle dream day in happy poise,
Attest to play as zest shapes choice;
Sensuous sight stays to fashion verse,
Heed then the way to live fond voice.
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Leon Enriquez
26 February 2017
Singapore
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
Quatrain #803:
DASH
Dream of grand show in that sure light,
Apt cheer now flows with grace most bright;
Sense poise that knows how wonder feels,
Heart and mind grow such dashing sights.
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Leon Enriquez
29 August 2017
Singapore
Love doesn't dash, it loiters -
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments.
Love does't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms.
So dally my love - lollygag,
lounge and we'll share breaths
and mess about.
love doesn’t dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn’t dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance?
and boastfully rude aphorisms
So dally with me my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
People dine, I know I know
they also die
mostly old people
I know
there seems no fixed rule
to this dance with death
I do not like this one bit
or if dining, I don't like it one bite
I am alive yet I think I am dead
there is no reason for it all
smiles only bleed
now I dine alone
there is, no where to dash
I no longer like Nash,
At him teeth gnash;
A chance and his head bash
For being grossly rash
In his spending of cash
Over a bought sash
All his reasons “Thrash”
To him like a child trash!
I shall no longer see Nash,
For it shall end in a crash,
Now quite sure he’s brash…
Indeed, this way Nash
To another I’ll dash!
I never measure or use a straight edge
Ruler? Measuring cup? I scoff at these tools.
I approximate everything that I do.
That is why I am a folk artist, not a fine artist.
I cook with total imprecision too
Guesswork is my best friend
I toss in a dollop of this and a dash of that
My husband runs when he sees my surprise casseroles.
Disappointment doesn't even
Summarize you.
How awful can this
Really get?
With mazes and mirrors
shattered, bleeding
my skin right onto the
Floor.
In the blink of an
Eye I aspire to leave
This ridiculousness.
Instant satisfaction
Could not come any sooner.
As I retreat into
Your ignorance
I will be leaving
you soon.
Check please.
D-ash in all walks of life,
I-nfluence with vibrant presence;
A-im and strive to win,
N-ever think of
A-bsence.
L-earn beyond your years,
A-ppreciate things to be humble;
N-ourish your friendly relation;
D-ynamism leads to your goal.
E-ndure the difficult journey,
R-ugged wind, and strife,
O-n the second of September, dash in all walks of life.
Indians have been making big splash,
And now there’s this Patel called Kash.
What, never heard of him?
He heads FBI team,
In highly-held hyphens, big dash,
One subsists or just leaves,
He in himself believes,
And tries once again all afresh.
______________________
Happenings |05.12.2024|humour
Poet’s note: Trump appoints his long-time acolyte as chief of FBI.
Bespatter me Dash,
Run a short race.
Throw a little somethin
In the mix.
I hesitate an utterance
And drop a soupcon
In parenthesis.
I want the dasher
Who plunges
In the churn.
Signal this dot
For longer duration,
A bit of adulteration
Under the dashboard.
Bespatter me Dash.
Listen to the sound
Of such splashing.
Let's write and hurry away
Because of a sudden onset,
A stroke, followed by a rush.
A dash of DNA decides
The color of our eyes
And probably our hair and skin
And possibly our size.
Genetics, though, is just a part
Of who we grow to be,
For many other factors count,
Each one to some degree.
Our family life, our neighborhood,
Our friends, religion, schools,
All help determine how we’ll use
Our inborn molecules.
We learn from our experience;
So much of it holds sway
That overall it counts more than
That dash of DNA.
A spider dropped into my soup
oxtail it was
with a dash of Worcester
he popped right up
and made for shore
not too hairy
nor too large
for a heart-beat
I could only stare
as he bobbed about
in my bowl of soup
released from my dismay
I reached in with my spoon
scooped him out
and tipped him onto the table
as I watched him scurry away
all spidey-like
without so much
as a backward glance
I dearly wished
that I could speak spider.
Listen to poem:
50 Yard Dash
David J Walker
Some days life does seem
Like a marathon
Dragging on and on
And on….
Having to go
Beyond the
Limits of your endurance
At best
Some sort of test
Of what we can take
Some do and some don’t make
It to the tape set somewhere
By someone in
A sloppy foggy future
But now when I look back to rehash
The past 50 years seem more
Like a 50-yard dash
That I have been running to
Set a record
Anxious looks and sweaty palms
I am sure there is no need for qualms
This man might be a mystery
Surely there is no need to feel so jittery
Eventually he showed up
I was staring at him over my coffee cup
Nowhere near to what I imagined
My mom always said it’s wrong to sit and examine
So tell me Chris, should I remove those dashes?
Or will my poem end up in ashes?
By: Wilma N. Neels
Contest: First Words over Coffee - 5 Couplets Only
7th Place
The Dash
Your Journey all begins
with a number that
signifies your birth
The other number you receive
is when you depart this earth
But if your living for numbers
you might as well quit
A legacy is not given
it has to be built
In the end
being first and last
will not mean much anyway
What everyone will remember
is the small things you did
from day to day
The dash I speak of
Is not a run or a sprint
It is the symbol for living
and what you life has meant