Short Disclaimer Poems

the five recent submissions, were 'penned, 10 years ago.
I have not written anything since.
Thank you for reading....

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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!”...

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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.)...

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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...

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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....

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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.....

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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....

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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!...

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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. 


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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...

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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...

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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...

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(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...

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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
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 02/22/2023...

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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....

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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....

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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....

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