Short Disclaimer Poems
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My friend, the judge, made this disclaimer
Since she worked with beasts, who could blame her
“In there it’s too rough
So I’ve had enough.
I’m done being a ly’in tamer!”
Pigeons are doves
but only the white ones
have a say on peace
Not a flock of sheep
but bird brains kept amused*
for our flock to fleece
*disclaimer
pigeons/rock doves are actually very intelligent birds
bitter snow blizzard
winter winds whisper warnings ~
snowshoe hare forages
( this poem on PS syllable counter is 17 syllables and 18 on howmanysyllables.com. I posted it as is due to the imagery that it captures. Just a disclaimer since this has been brought to my attention.)
DIVERSION
distraction abides
digression paints winds of change
departure conveys impending schedules
disclaimer as others watch their flowers grow
diverting fear from life’s ebb and flow
deterrents will come and go
disputing certain
DIVERSION
© Kim van Breda—13 January 2015
So much calamity is going on out there in the world
Our painful memories of eras past have now unfurled
The echoes of what once was all seem so unparalleled
Tribes from all over the depths are hearing the alarm bells
Disclaimer: I was playing video games when I wrote this; this isn't about real life.
Judging by poems posted recently,
I am a quivering piece of crazy.
Poems meant for giggles are created
right before somber, pained words are stated.
Like an actor, I slip into a roll,
and find the voice that make characters whole.
Please, keep this verse in your mind and your heart,
as you enjoy all the rest of my art.
Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They were caught in a chaser.
Serving ten at hard labor.
Guess it would've been plainer,
If they'd read the disclaimer.
Those crazy brothers Draper..
You have had your turn for an hour I promise,
And now I need a turn.
Really, it's not at all fair
You have had your turn for an hour I promise.
I need a turn you should share.
I am not trying to be selfish.
You have had your turn for an hour I promise.
And now I need a turn.
**Disclaimer: This is my first ever attempt at a Triolet poem.
I disclaim your anger
Every word I despise
despite your promises
my pounding your walls
my wish to change you
fails.
Your frenzied yells
bounce off my wall
no longer intimidated
impaired by paralysis
this force within
wins.
I fell for you
tiptoed around you
sometimes you accepted
or took me for granted
or used me as crutch
You are now imprisoned
within my indifference
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It was a beautiful morning
And a good trip to the Church
------
The Church Service's
Were really good!
But,
Something happened
Along the way,
------
This morning something
Was Oh so different......
---
Instead of making a 'Tithing"
I had to write an "IOU'
GF
DISCLAIMER:
***Never try this one at Home!
I am quite a peculiar sort,
My fragrant blooming days are short.
My petite petals well bell shaped,
In virgin, pristine white they’re draped.
I’m famed in myths and legends’ scope -
Symbol of happiness and hope.
Disclaimer:
Beware beautiful butterfly,
There’s more to me than meets the eye:
My intense scent however sweet,
Not designed as a nectar treat.
I can not be held responsible
for what happens with the company's
people start
four out of five small company's fail
granted I believe that creating work
for others is the most important act
creating work to overcome poverty
but company's will fail
granted what I'd like to see
is a world where people cared
but we do know that people steal
I can't control, how other people
act in life
A brush with pain of chest
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes.
World has come a long way
from a child’s brain to prepare
an indigenous bomb
for a roaring ascent.
Where my son, you want to go
in trees of words ? The temperatures
are rising to widen the scope
of violence. Every one was
claming to be a terrorist
for bringing the peace on earth.
let the party begin.
Satish Verma
Form:
A brush with pain of chest
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes.
World has come a long way
from a child’s brain to prepare
an indigenous bomb
for a roaring ascent.
Where my son, you want to go
in trees of words ? The temperatures
are rising to widen the scope
of violence. Every one was
claming to be a terrorist
for bringing the peace on earth.
let the party begin.
Satish Verma
Form:
I never returned home from you
As I was a mere disclaimer, a mere redundancy
I never grew up more than I should
As it measured the cues, the fallen cause
As the day approached the twilight hue
As the grace casted the slender shadow across the forest
From the balcony I saw the dispersing clouds
Those once loved me in the depth, perhaps
I never returned home from your supplicating lips
As there was the beginning of the death, instead.
(Disclaimer: this is what happens when I am bored at work on a Saturday)
Gas is a powerful thing
It can certainly clear a room
Yes gas is a powerful thing
It can make the strongest swoon
Gas is a powerful thing
It is most deadly when its silent
Yes gas is a powerful thing
It can even be quite pliant
gas is a powerful thing
Its even flamable I suppose
Yes gas is a powerful thing
If you light it it just might explode
Yes gas is a powerful thing
glass
shatters
into tiny shards,
but so does a heart;
it's just as brittle.
isn't it a pity...
that unlike glass,
a heart hasn't...
a "Handle With Care" disclaimer
inscribed
upon it?
my friend, be gentle.
do not drop!
Writing Challenge - G words - Poetry Contest
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Date written: 02/22/2023
I performed a little entertainment at a teen age hospice.
This lovely 15 year old little girl just wanted from me her first passionate kiss.
I thought to myself, "What is the harm? This poor young girl is going to die,
certainly before she ever gets a chance to testify."
I know that sounds very bad of me,
but with only two words,
I can make it worse,
True Story.
KIDSTER DISCLAIMER
The above never happened obviously.
I was just experimenting with regards to writing dark comedy.
Disclaimer:
There are rip currents in these waters,
I am choppy and deep;
Warning:
I am a contradiction
There is no box built for me;
I stand out but enjoy not being seen;
Disclaimer:
I dive right into a wave,
and then make a few more;
Warning:
I overthink and then can’t talk;
My mind a chaotic formation,
stoic worn like a mask;
Disclaimer:
I may leave it as is or add to it,
I haven’t decided yet;
Like me, this is a work in progress,
just call it a hot mess.
I used to think
I was all that
One dashing dude
A really cool cat
Shoes all polished
A dazzling smile
I knew how to dance
I had lots of style
How is it possible
Am I the only one
Who's stuck in the Eightys
That time I am from
Sporting the same haircut
Wearing polyester pants
Listening to my music
I still like to dance
No longer cool
I guess that's okay
Like Frank Sinatra
I did it my way
Disclaimer: Not really stuck in the 80s and never liked polyester, still like dancing to 80s music.