Short Dot Poems
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plaid, paisley or polka dot?
patterned or plain taking a spot?
puffy pillows provided by Pat
Printed with purple dogs and one cat
mathematical
abstractions within chaos
this...reality
is seen whatever
way we choose to see the now
meh ta phor be with...
stan sand
Dot to Dot
each line connecting
revealing that
which we could not see
together each life
forms a picture
the puzzle of humanity.
A dot-
Thousands of a drop,
A dot and a FULL stop similar in size,
If the FULL stop is a dot,
Where is eyes to look at half stop?
A quarter?
My cat, Chester, stopped mid-purr,
donning plush polka-dot fur.
'Twas then that he upspoke,
"Let's have ourselves a toke".
The rest is just a blur.
The black little spot,
On the white ceiling,
Moving about in slow motion,
Like an ancient dhow during monsoon,
So little so moving so black so soft.
Just a dot on a dot in this universe
each being so small, until traversed
to unit with creation larger than life
to feel the force, just to be... without strife
There was a zoo keeper named Dot
Who lost things and also forgot
‘Now where’s the giraffe’
She asked and then laughed
‘Oh there you are; get in here Spot!’
*rain*
pitter,
drippy, drops
on my windshield
sad polka dot world
falling in streaks
of dull gray
wipers
-swish-
03252012
for Joann's Ninette contest :)
how to make sense of it all
the sierpinski triangle
and topology of thought
together rockin so much
shaking worlds before our eyes
there just are no words for it
stan sand
A meadow’s mere lark,
As Earth seems in cosmic park—
A mere question mark!
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Haiku |30.05.2021|
Bite Size Poem no 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lie Gauthier
Farting 6 years straight can create an atomic bomb
Seems the military should invest in “beans.com”
That'd be a smelly war
Really soil your drawers
So don't light a match and just remain calm
Mach my words…
it came in cords
changed the world
to quarter fours
Math is a twisted plot
What is not
is a twisted snot
of a girl who taught
the knots aWay
”... she’s the cat…”
and the mice do play. ;)~
Form:
The big city at night is a scary place to be
Full of characters who are totally out of their tree
They come out at night
The riff raff take flight
Like men with long hair wearing polka dot capris
when sunshine emerged
a polka dot rainbow flared
above green treetops
things were looking up
all the colors coming down
children chased balloons
many-hued nature
has unending surprises
like diamonds in dirt
while riding my dog Spike to polka dot town
I noticed the number of circles that were all around
So this is why they call it polka dot town I said to Spike.
You are eating too much, he replied. Next time take a bike.
Mamby pamby great wonderful and revolutionary
The world of Internet is substitutionary
Plus minus multiply and divide
Groom and bride fast and wide
Is it safe and secure?
I am afraid not
Online world is not just a dot.
Little Big Dot
My eyes are tired
Bloodshot
My heart is tired
Little Big Dot
Yesterday was hard
Tempted to slice
But my cat...
I'm running out of spite
Little Big Dot
Picked up a pen
Read a novel again
I am trying
Little Big Dot
My eyes are tired
Bloodshot
My heart is tired
Little Big Dot
Yesterday was hard
Tempted to slice
But my cat...
I'm running out of spite
Little Big Dot
Picked up a pen
Read a novel again
I am trying
.
mine muse
froward
'neath
theze dots
ticklez
each duke's
mine
digits
hern explicate
"tickles"
.
Clouds dot pale blue sky
Playful pups, seals upon back..
Heavy downpour flash
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In Florida one right hot summer
A free soul was havin' a bummer
So in spray painted undies
Next holiday Monday
He split to the Springs with his rummer.
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Equally inspired by a net(te) comment and the lovely natural resources in North Florida
Yes
Fear not my daughter
I am that blind lightning
And the deaf thunder
You can't hear and see
Rising over the distant event horizon
Signing out to you in morse
flags and metaphor
Dot , Dot , Dot
SoS
Love
I hate to see you frown
Witches dot the evening sky
Flying on their broom
I would like to give it a try
But surely I'd fall in a tomb
Collide with bats and flying things
And see all the goblins too
Puke up my tasty chicken wings
And shout real loud BOO HOO
In all of this space, why my spot
Days bygone for just a little dot
I'd whisper to a passing asteroid
Hurtling toward what it may avoid
Don't sit high upon on your mound
Leave it all just as it was found
Do you remember where you started
To be alone is not broken-hearted