Short Dozen Poems
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Visions of my girl
Captured on a bed of roses
Bouquet of beauty
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A widower is a sorry species
unschooled in the culinary arts
washing white clothing with darks
The embodiment of a ‘klutz’ ~
The whole man, worse than the sum of his parts
Baker's Dozen
Taste hot from oven
butter naan
baked over dozen.
10/08/18
'Baker's Dozen'Contest by Maureen McGreavy
There's a MAGA 6-pack,
Sitting aloft the highest bench.
Where they've decided once again,
To throw in the monkey wrench.
It seems they weren't satisfied with,
Just taking a peek in Pandora's box.
They had to turn it completely upside down,
Shook it well, only to see what rocks.
Form:
red tint of evening
bleeds across a glazed skyline…
crowds droop on bleak aisles
The street lamps wane beyond rush hour;
eyes missing the rarest flower…
And city lights drain people’s bones,
when aching shadows blur my view.
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Silent One's A Poet's Dozen Contest
11/5/2015
young man new in town
all of the girls on alert
amazed he chose me
Some of them were wittier.
A few of them were prettier.
He asked to take me to the movies.
I blushed as I said yes.
"Gone With The Wind" was showing.
and Clark Gable was the star
My date had no way of knowing
I thought him handsomer by far,
until I told him in the car.
1/06/2016
I'd give you a dozen fireflies
To shine some light on your face -
Surpassing a lamp and compass
In finding your way home.
I'd give you some honeybees
So they might hum you a tune
For when silence intrudes -
Knowing their sound will overcome
But I don't have either of these
So instead I hope you always
Find a light amid the dark
And keep a tune in your heart.
A dozen ducks were bobbing
On the river - what a sight!
The fact that there were 12 of them
Just filled me with delight.
If there had just been 2 or 3
I’d not have been impressed
And, at first glance, a dozen
Wasn’t what I would have guessed.
Of course I counted! Now, when thinking
Dozens, one supposes,
I should add ducks to Christmas days
And bagels, eggs and roses.
belonging
here I stand alone
looking at your happiness....
my lonely heart cries
why aren't I in someone's arms
am I lacking loving charms
want to belong, to have a life
to be loved
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what have I done I ask you pray
tell me me my sin, what can I do
to belong, to hear someone say
you're mine our love is true
listen I am playing our song for you
penned 6/11/2015
She said she was interested...
She said she was single...
Turns out neither was true except for...
Money to pay for her shallow appearance,
her nails,
her yoga lessons,
her kickboxing lessons,
her makeup addiction to hide from the world her true nature.
Her definition of single and broke is vastly different from mine.
and not one mention... of the wellfare of her child over her own.
A ninety thousand dollar Jeep,
And that’s a standard one, no less!
The ‘23 Grand Wagoneer
Conquers the school lines best, I guess.
If Coleridge dreamt of Rubikahns
With pricing up among the stars,
I’d search for stash of heroin
And check his needle arm for scars.
A capital idea though
And P. T. Barnum comes to mind,
So climb up in that Wagoneer
And leave those school moms far behind.
Nervously gazing
Across the table he stared
Watching my silence
My hunger ceasing, As a Poet's Dozen ordered
Sipping a glass of wine, Becoming much more forward
Now served our dinner, Filling our mouths blind with food
Emotions much less suppressed, As its body crepted upon our nerves
Us Two
To which was bliss
Liquid courage approved
Twisted our tongues without a Kiss
Adjourned
A dozen roses
petals falling away
one by one,
crimson red burgundies fading
Cleopatra longing in seduction
Anthony succumbing with every
touch at I love you;
fading red to gentle pinks
reverent grace and innocence
calling out to you,
a single white rose in purity
Adonis wounded in love pursuit
Aphrodite rushing to his side,
set aside to silently speak
here I am, just for you.
fall enters gaily
with a shower of bright leaves
pushing summer out
I truly think that it's a bummer
There only is three months of summer.
I sadly wave her on her way,
Summer whose stay is too soon gone.
Our summer, this year, was a winner.
We picnicked, vacationed and played.
The thermostat peaked before dinner
as we drank lemonade in the shade
and watched glorious sunsets fade
11/1/15
Roses on table,
Glowing candles everywhere,
The most perfect date!
She looks so stunning tonight.
Her dress are sparkling too bright.
Our legs are dancing with the music.
Feeling light and hope that this won’t end.
I waited for so long on our first date.
Knowing that this is our sweetest time.
Oh it’s unforgettable to be with you Kate.
Can probably write poems with a perfect rhyme.
Can we make it to a next climb?
Inspired by Marvin Gaye
aint no mountain high
no river deep enough babe
to stop me loving
you and me until the end of time
without you love would be a crime
since we met my love has never been the same
you taught me how to love unconditionally
You make is easy loving you
where else would we be
what on earth would i do
only with you is a future i see
so, why you wasting time marry me!
Silent One A Poets Dozen Contest
31 Oct
black clouds gathering
thunder rolls in the distance
a storm is brewing
Winds of change are blowing.
Can you feel the tension growing?
Discontentment, fear and anger thrive,
while integrity and trust are trampled on.
Yes, an awful storm is coming.
We must not be taken by surprise.
Revolution's heartbeat's thrumming,
people open up your eyes!
It's time for truth and no more lies.
11/2/15
For Silent One's Poet's Dozen contest
When your MUSE leaves you
you struggle with the ink pen
your mind is all blank
A poets worst nightmare
writers block is a big scare
what if we could write and write
without needing to stop to breathe
It is always difficult when we can't think
the words are blocked from coming out
nothing helps not even a strong drink
you feel like you wanna scream and shout
I'm on the look our for the muse talent scout!!
11-5-2015
A poets dozen contest by silent one
What is happening
nationalists killing
my free India
Hindus lynching minorities for a cow
Is the prime minister happy now?
Why is a cow more precious than a woman?
Why the hypocrisy when Hindus eat Beef to
All religions should live in peace & harmony
Jai Hind is our national call of unity
we all sing the same anthem symphony
we live together share the same identity
only the devil causes nationalistic supremacy
A poets dozen contest
by Silent One
31/10/15
Spinning finespun threads
Deftly weaving silken webs.
Spider catches fly.
As tremors ripple from a beating wing.
He kills with venom in his sting.
Then spins pure silk to bind his prey.
These shrouds of death, stored in his nest.
A perfect maze, where victims do abide.
He lurks in shadows, fears the light.
Then spins his web again at eventide.
Ensnaring moths in winged flight.
Those nocturnal insects of the night.
11/ 6/ 2015.
A hi-rise building in my nabe,
With fountain out in front,
Was where I saw 12 ducklings
And it wasn’t just a stunt.
For yesterday, I saw a duck
Within the fountain’s pool,
A rare sight in the city,
Where most often pigeons rule.
She must have been preparing
For her brand-new balls of fluff,
Now all lined up by the water,
Not a one quite brave enough.
The city has its wonders
And it perked me up to view,
On my morning walk, 12 ducklings
Huddled on York Avenue.
Born into an ordinary, churchgoing family
No one expected Satan to reign supreme
Relapse and rehab and sobriety chips
Postpartum vacations in the psych ward’s west wing
Three decades of life, aged twice as much
Finally lulled into domestic bliss
The wild can never truly be tamed
Excitement and fire I missed
Turned my passion of life toward writing instead
Cause 50 years old is too young to be dead
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest: Story of My Life in Ten Lines
Date: 9/30/19
His Eyes were hazel
Corners wrinkled when he smiled
Hark I was in love
His kindness blew my mind
A heart so big, I’d never find
The boat was packed
All I could think of, was the ways he was moving his hands
Years later when I am reflecting back
Our journey hasn’t been short of tough
Won’t say our life has had no lack
But our deep love was forever enough
Even when we made uncountable guff
January 5, 2015
“Written for the contest 'Poet's dozen' sponsored by Silent One”