Short Discontinued Poems
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The choice for
Making one D.C.
Is not with
The client
But D.C. from the maker
Product is D.C.
Russell Sivey
D.C. – DisContinued
Form – Shadorma
Her blood was spilled,
Her heart is where the knife was sheathed,
Herself is who was killed,
She will be deeply grieved,
My life must be continued,
Even though her life was discontinued.
Now a discontinued product stands facing the past
All stores confirmed sold out shelves empty with dust
Sole manufacturer known though sent again attempt
To find the same disarranged preempts
Closed category contained in crates that last
Of parts and pieces properly placed a must
Pain persists within my Mind, Body and Spirit
is very insensitive and incessantly, lingering thinking it has discontinued then this excruciating pops up compelling distress, bemoaning, pain enraputuring one's emotions
Grace and Mericfulness calling your names for those pain to cease .
It's a basic track layout
just a circle with you
as the central feature in the middle of it.
My train does not travel anywhere -
why should it? Don't care.
Sometime though
I imagine you onboard the loco
with me,
even though that model steam train
has been discontinued for many years.
POTTY TALK
verse 1
Potty talk to me Baby.
Baby Baby GooGoo potty talk to me.
Baby Baqby GooGoo potty talk
Potty talk to me.
Don't never stop Potty talkin to me
Baby Baby
GooGoo
Potty talk Potty talk to me.;
Don't never stop
Potty talkin to me!
(to be discontinued...)
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I ain't quite ready yet!
To stand in the dark recess of the cupboard
As unrequested
Out of date
Discontinued
Campbells..... chicken soup
My heart still listens
My stomach
Still loops the loop
When you are around
Yet still
I just stand
Unenjoyed
Unemployed by loves relish
So as a pitiful dog
I'll lay in my basket
And just embellish
Form:
Desperate to fill voids
underneath trees,
within stockings,
and in children’s hearts,
society’s seconds,
scratch-and-dent people,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
the clearanced,
discontinued,
and reduced-to-sell.
It’s the thought that counts,
but it’s the cash that’s counted
when money’s tight
as a hangman’s noose.
Each trinket is wrapped
in bits of brightness,
with love and hope,
and a prayer that it’s enough.