Short Devising Poems
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A BUM FISHERMAN
A fisherman’s wife waiting for her man.
The slight finger she lifts, for waving fan.
Grilled bass and crappie,
a cure for flappy?
The bum’s been devising a diet plan.
3/14/2018
Has it occurred to you how much brain power's recorded
Each time I write this non-sensical stream of literary garbage
Lot's I say, lots lots lots
Devising devious plots
To avoid losing mental power and deterioration as reported
she whispers to the bluebird
early every afternoon
whispers in its ear and
it listens as if it understands
she dreams of peace
and they talk for hours
probably devising machinations
to make this world a better place
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Osama bin Laden, vile hated man
cause of sheer terror and inhumane death,
as payment for devising evil plan,
lost the right his wicked life be saveth.
He had been judged too evil to have breath.
May no more monsters arise in his place.
There is no room for them in human race.
WE DO
we do
we doodle
we doodle dumb ideas
we doodle dumb ideas devising
we doodle dumb ideas devising
creativity
freeflowing
deepdiving
highflying
breezeblowing
windwhirling
mindhurling
we doodle dumb ideas devising
creativity
we do
don’t we?
© Kim van Breda—28 August 2015
Know this worlds future is guarded well
cloaked in beliefs, not someones spell
learnig may allow some to understand
what awaits those in the promised land
seeking knowledge of a future yet devised
Won't our childrens visions to be chastised
Instead of devising a plan for what's ahead
allow children to dream in a protected bed
I moan the departure
of death,
which was sitting in the golden
throne after the vision.
It had been a waging
war between religion and sex.
You want to align with the
sect devising the bared gestures.
Was it a personal vendetta
of the god who led the thirsty
years of man ? It was a lidless
Hibiscus who will not stop crying.
Satish Verma
Sulphurous moments, shadowed
beneath natures natural defences
Tenderly swaying, the coconut palm
leaves transmute devising my fan blades
Refrigerant elegance appreciated greatly
chilled iridescent cocktails assuage
My acousma heightens as the waves lash
such a lovely sound, to woolgather
To think about your next write, possibly
let us face it, we all do it x
A petite Midwestern raised child
Arrives at a Southern institution
And fears the labors of speaking
With the Southern children.
At first they appear favorable,
Then they taunt her
And call her “cracker.”
The Southern children
Disdained her, too,
Eventually.
She is a petite white girl
With an oval white face
And solid pink blouse.
Regarding this
Petite, fearful child
She might craft a story
Devising tomorrow.
I've never had a perfect day
but I've always known it's on the horizon
There's forever a part of me
blind that there's hope in the sun rising
I'll never stare too closely
as I'll not see what each day is devising
I've got to just wait for it
what I've not expected is most surprising
A tell tale sign I'm obvious
that I'm not seeing the day is disguising
If it's up to fate to decide
my perfect day includes it's own uprising
You Wishing
You
on the spring shore
where waves applaud on sand
where marram grass resists
Here lives the coldest wind
and no one else is there but you
Staying to watch
with arms braced
watching a world
drown then reborn
You
imagining
devising the improbable
you
silent
wishing the impossible
you
with cold fingers gracefully
cupping an orchid
in hope, in soft hope
silent words
falling from your lips
Somewhere lost the children are
One left looking for a car
Another one ran far away
Looking for a decent stay
the little ones have a plan their devising
While chasing after a sun that's rising
A moment or two
And a glimpse from you
Then their wardens go berserk
Wondering why they will not work
Within a memory the children shall find
A different world that's still entwined
What right have they I wonder still
To trudge along that lonely hill