Short Dispatch Poems
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Leave out the dark days of time
dispatch, leave it be.
And embrace my tomorrow and come
a better rightful hand of He.
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School Bus Drivers, you must take care.
Check your bus once your drive is done.
Make sure that no child remains;
on the floor; beneath seats; miss no one.
I worry about a deep scratch,
That is on the glass, not the hatch.
On couch, keep a clutch -
Your blow’s a bit much,
When farts, with a stain, do dispatch.
SPORT MATCH
Sometime life is just a sport match
You can win but you can't catch
Everything we pursue is everything we must dispatch
At least we can leave anything for a simple latch
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando June 1, 2016
coconuts' concuss
light-craze boggles ~ sight failing
tourists blearing up
dented sand cups nut
hammer screwdriver to milk
machete dispatch
caribe-dude's swingin's no match
now - To The Gators!
Death in comparison,
a covetous dispatch
Jealousy reflected,
its courtiers attack
An emperor left naked,
his crown a vacant throne
Jesters flee the castle
—as envy sits alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
A reminder to watch out for kids on bikes.
We don’t want to run over the little tykes.
Slow down when they are nearing,
Cause they aren’t the best at steering.
Same goes for little ones near the bus.
Running over them would cause such a fuss.
To lose my vice
Is less of me to give
And this world
Has a big appetite for all
I only disdain
That any some of me
Should conquer all of me
The battle rages
Between the vices and the virtues
For loves domain
Lord, dispatch me now your troops
To keep not peace
But to conquer all
I surrender all to you
You're on this bus and safe inside
But please consider those who ride
Or walk or cycle, those on horse back
(Before you eat your lunchtime snack)
And wave and cheer and smile, don't stare..
It's nice for them to know we care x
Sponsor: Miranda Hawley
Contest Name: From Dispatch to Bus Drivers
Throughout the ages an aching sigh,
dispersed by waves on rabid seas which only splutter,
swept up by gusts that mask a cry which disappears
across the nettle voids,
this raw dispatch of fatal wound backlog,
atonal antiphon amok,
a caution light epistle
back in time to be quenched by secret language never heard.
Good morning to all our school bus operators,
watch out for bikers, pedestrians and demonstrators;
the weather man is predicting rain, so watch the kids,
drive slower, and avoid quick stops, and sudden skids.
Besides all that have a wonderful day and smile;
because we need you and your job is worthwhile.
Being in the hot seat
Is second nature to me
I’ve always thought it neat,
Being in the hot seat
‘Tis not always so sweet
Expressing opinion, you see,
Being in the hot seat
Is second nature to me.
Written August 14, 2022
[I wrote Opinion for the
Huntington, WV Dispatch
for about eight years!]
Crocodile mama is so sweet,
She lays her eggs in a pit so neat.
When her young cannot hatch
They yell for their mama,
And she will quickly dispatch
Herself, heading straight toward them
Bearing down, she unleashes them all,
Soaring toward their waiting call.
With her babies, so safe and neat,
Crocodile mama is so sweet.
Dispatch you, officer.
For you were to rescue me
Just twenty five years ago.
Yet with your allusiveness
and all, I am not so
Convinced.
Sirens still linger
in these streets, though.
As I wait for your arrival.
I am afraid, though,
It is too late for
Safety's sake.
And yes, you were once my
Hero, but like Salieri,
I too burned your icon.
I can’t help but think about
The way things used to be
Those carefree days of childhood
By the river of Tuscany
Children caressed
By the island’s sun
Frenzied by its crystal shore
Totally unaware
Of the danger that was before
The storm came suddenly
The merry bunch dispatch
All but Johnny
Who was submerged
By the hungry waves of Tuscany.
Form:
The night is warm and her flowers in bloom
A chance to dispatch our covid’d gloom;
Old friends together, our drinks too well known
A chance to catch up instead of alone.
Each chair is placed at the distance proscribed
And each wears a mask as our hostess advised,
Surely, covid here has no chance to spread,
Though no one can hear a word that is said.
Reply not to a womans punch:
Bruises you won’t find the following dawn.
You rather her ask to surrender her lunch
For your gorgeous garment she has torn….
And you neither down go
After a woman’s ill-wishing blow
For you can still her show
You can in her company flow
And her punches, vanishing pains after noon;
Wounds hydrogen peroxide dispatch soon.
Breaking ground, well trodden path,
boiling cauldron of troubles past.
Injecting theories, humanities veins,
cryptic messages to dispatch.
Puzzling pieces, testing fit,
exploit emotions, effects are best.
Impel the masses, blind ignorance,
dismiss dissenters from public view,
construct the stories, elected few.
Orchestrate, a mind control,
obedient throngs, the unstated goal.
Pulling chairs and holding doors
are gestures of respect
I cling to reverentially,
emotion, that beggars intellect.
In times long gone I'd doff my hat
and dress in spats and bow-tie
to woo a damsel with dispatch,
a wink, a nod, to catch her eye.
Nowadays, old-fashioned graces
often meet with glares askance,
with worried and suspicious faces
I don't get a second glance!
I was thinking
thoughts of course enforce thoughts.
and thoughts reverse or worse... coerce thoughts,
and thoughts match and then dispatch thoughts,
and thoughts discern and turn thoughts,
and thoughts improvise and sensationalize thoughts,
and thoughts enhance, advance, and romance thoughts,
and thoughts return, and adjourn thoughts
and thoughts copy thoughts,
What do you think?
In the silence of dawn and fishing license in hand
Poles, line, and can of worms the boys dispatch
To the lake with big hopes of full days catch
Fish fry, fried fritters for five with fun friends
12/17/2015
First line anagram. Silence - License
Second/third line: Couplet
Fourth line: Alliteration
Poetry Contest: 4 lines
Sponsored by: Silent One
Pulling chairs and holding doors
are gestures of respect
I cling to reverentially,
actions that o'ershadow intellect.
In times long gone I'd doff my hat
and dress in spats and bow-tie
to woo a damsel with dispatch,
a wink, a nod, to catch her eye.
Nowadays, old-fashioned graces
often meet with glares askance,
with worried and suspicious faces
I don't get a second glance.
The skin I’m in has gotten thin
Or more so than it’s ever been.
It now contains such glaring veins
I wonder what, beneath, remains.
A little scratch will soon dispatch
A tiny bit of blood to catch
Which won’t impede but will succeed
In adding worry I don’t need.
Another page regarding age
Reminds me that I’m at the stage
When more and more, what lies in store
Is not the me I was before.
Living on mama’s dollar,
Living on papa’s dime,
Living in hard times,
Playing card games,
Paying no mind to squalor,
I get high on crime,
And when the pocketbook gets thin
I’m still a bawler,
Because I’m living on mama’s dollar
Living while papa’s doing time
In the 9 to 5
While I dispatch rhymes
And whine about paradigms
How do you expect me to survive,
When I’ve never been deprived
Humboldt State University, 2014
Spending every day the same
Always passing the blame
Youve got my back with a knife
So sick of this life
So I beg the white powdered pill
"Just help stop the way I feel"
Is anything real
Shook the hand, I made the deal
Light a match time to dispatch
Pass me another line don't tell me the time
I'm feeling fine so gimmy a sign
Even if it's in my mind
Please keep being kind
Grab my wrist and bind
Im lost inside