Short Deemed Poems
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Miller
when you seem
clouds may fill
its layer.
This garden
is golden
even now.
To repeat
poetry is
what we deemed?.
My karma was paid,
On that very night, someone
Had saved my own life,
Once and for all, for a change,
I was deemed worthy of life.
'tis the machine age
when we wise, be deemed machines
until three machines
read our stuff, agree, and say
sorry, you ain't no machine
A woman who had buns of steel
Was proud of their wanton appeal
A judge had a feel
And deemed them ideal
But an eel made her squeal surreal
An owl is a curious bird
Whose hooting you've probably heard.
It's deemed to be wise
Has perfect disguise
And eyes of a size quite absurd.
02.05.21
Once upon a time
a handsome prince fell in love
the lady, common
deemed not worthy of his class...
yet he’s closer than a kiss.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Miss Armitage entered Calculus class
To stand amidst a disorderly eruption
And she immediately confiscated a catapult
Deemed to be a weapon of math disruption
Form:
Why is it
When it comes to seemingly the
most important critical job's of all
The most qualified of all
Seem to be passed over
Deemed overqualified
Victoria's secret lost its glitter
caving into politico triggers
now plain and angry are in vogue
beautiful is now deemed the rogue
Rapinoe gives me the jitters
Winnie the Pooh now is uncool
The Cat in the Hat worse than that
Charlie Brown found to be unsound
Bugs Bunny deemed not funny
The woke is wack
Get your sanity back
Wildlife 41
A talented 'vocal' impala,
Was deemed by his peers a bit "Ga-Ga"
But he said "I'm a singer!"
Then gave them the finger
And went on to perform in La Scala!!
There was an old stripper called Jacky,
who's act was deemed rather tacky.
But she got her comeuppance
when, out of her tuppence,
fell six pipes, fifty fags and some baccy.
There was a tall brute who played hockey
Whose actions were deemed as quite cocky
His opponents saw red
So they stomped on his head
Now the twerp earns his keep as a jockey!
Though he has always been a light in the darkest of my sad hours,
A lot of the time I do hold him with far higher regards
Than even those whom are deemed as highest of higher powers.
Everlasting love a passion,
today deemed a trite old fashion,
love to nonconform.
Here we are, oh so evident
holding hands like a dissident,
in a thunderstorm.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Once was this famous chef named Nancy
Guys were always trying to get into her pantry
But her salt and pepper
Caused many sneezing peckers
Most meals were deemed unsatisfactory
In legends of old when just a lad
Country farmers according to dad
Upon one’s head a flat cap
To face the sun crafty chap
Whence to tell one the time deemed the fad.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
The FINA ruling makes such sense,
I first assumed it was the Bee:
Transition by the age of twelve,
Or swim the “open” policy.
Trans swimmers will no more compete
In women’s races deemed elite.
initiated
mostly by evil and greed,
it kills the masses . . .
a cost deemed insignificant
by the world’s puppet masters
Nov. 15, 2021
For the War Poetry Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
Going round in the buff is my prerogative
Which in some snotty circles is deemed provocative
So I gives them the finger
And jiggle my jigger
And my jigger says it's really not appreciative
events precipitate
deemed as irritants
by ignorant ego
but true self within
is joyous and aglow
attention oscillates
but soul has chosen
it becomes the flame
of bliss in renewal
heart’s claim to fame
This is an ode to Sally-Jo,
Her silver spurs and the horse she rode,
As their mighty leap slowly unwound
They jumped the Grand Canyon in a single bound,
But it was deemed wind assisted as a hurricane blowed.
I’m willing to accept
that it’s all but a cloud
Memory behind me,
and draped in a shroud
I’m willing to accept
my fatality deemed
A portal indentured
—to dreams left undreamed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Cletus O'Toole was a hopeless recruit
Cletus cared for the army not one hoot
He was the sergeants bane
And deemed their rules inane
He was asked to leave and given the boot
How old were you
when you were born
Were your pasts or futures
deemed forlorn
How young will you be
when you die
As truth cries inward
—all time a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)