Short Distributing Poems
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seeds unraveling into branches
branches spawning into flowers
flowers dispensing their fruit
fruit distributing their seeds
light owner the sun
liberal
in distributing
star
far
fair
moon, borrowed owner
it allots
in sun generous
-July 25,2019 Chattogram
Form:
B-eacon's
E-arly
R-ays
N-ow
A-scend
D-istributing
E-nergy
T-o
T-he
E-arth
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette Pineda (April 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The dawn, arrives.
Like fawn, under window.
Get a silk rope.
Across the sky, ravens-
bragging in shrill voice,
of early rise.
Sun chops the sea
in sharp blows, distributing-
light for everybody.
Satish Verma
Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets
Once Great Leader with empty pockets
Strode our World distributing nuggets
Nuggets Made in China
Slick smooth like Godiva
Now makes Godiva China rockets.
© T. Wignesan – Partis, 2013
The other day I went to the edge;
To the edge of my big big world.
Peeked out over a mental hedge.
I saw another world and so new;
A world so wonderfully different;
A world just right for me and you.
There were extremists here, too;
Extremists of such a different kind;
All busy distributing the joy-brew.
You who believe in the efficacy of treatment,
Keep me informed of progress.
'Cause what I see are days in a row,
falling off the calendar
Like bodies in an abyss.
In the new season of disasters,
Televisions only report laughter.
Yes... Life insists on eliminating
the bad smell of time,
Distributing fake flowers in every way.
Clean our world,
Flush those empty bubbles,
My bulb has broken.
I forgot to turn the switch on,
Lightning striking as my light,
I rebound to rebuke!
Clean our world,
Pack our moneybags,
I am distributing to our people.
They are humans,
Same blood, same spirit and same species!
They are my lineage.
Lightning striking as my light.
eyes wide without
trying to blink wanting
to see every thing paraded
before her always asking what
her nose in perfect symmetry
equally distributing everything
to make the whole complete and
through this she doesn't even snore
leaving her lips finding her jaw
not clinched at all actually slightly
opening to my fingers as if to suck
feeling her face in the dark wondering
do my
fingers
lie
to me
Form:
THE RADICAL TREATMENT
You who believe in the effectiveness of treatment,
You who are part of the happy tribe,
Keep me informed of progress.
'Cause what I see are days in a row,
falling off the calendar
Like bodies in an abyss.
In the new season of disasters,
Televisions only report laughter.
Yeah, don't be fooled:
Life insists on eliminating the bad smell of time
Distributing fake flowers in every way.
I've been distributing DVDs about how 9/11 was an inside job.
Now I'm on my government's watch list as a suspected enemy combatant.
I may possibly end up in an American Gulag.
Check the lower right hand corner of your boarding pass
whenever you happen to fly.
If you see "SSSS,"
you're also on the watch list
and a suspected enemy combatant just like I.
http://billythekidsters-antisocialclub.ning.com/forum/topics/american-refugee
She sits among the flowers on the ground.
A young flower amid a bed of thorns.
Genteel on this conspicuous platform,
with flowers gathered closely all around.
She baptizes with water from her hand,
then prunes the withered from this flower stand.
Unity is there among the weeds,
that strengthens fading petals on their stems.
Cultivating roots, distributing seeds,
elegant blossoms for her diadems,
with sweet nectar for all the birds and bees,
luring repasts from ancient recipes.
The ceiling fan spins ‘round and ‘round
Distributing the air
To spread a little breeze to those
Who might be sitting there.
It does its job and I do mine –
To sit beneath its blades
While hoping that the building heat
Reverses course and fades.
The weatherman’s predicting
That the weekend will be worse
As the gathering humidity
Will zap us like a curse.
If it does, the fan won’t help us
But will trick us to believe
That its whirring has the power
Only Nature can relieve.