Short Drier Poems

The darker side of morning,
  the drier side of rain

A memory left forgetting
  —a spirit uncontained 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)...

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throbbing head
raw heart
how it feels
when we're apart.

held back tears
drier eyes
lost remarks
deep inside

sick and weepy
no remark
I can't go back
I can't even start

how it feels
when we're apart....

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I noticed a smell of soft decay
autumnal moment arrived.
Last rose on dying bush,
dandelion clock waiting to be blown.
Grey clouds the sun slipped away-
nature is silent, drier time of year.
Wood smoke rises from chimney
Summer no more.

...

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Complaining Hitman

Sniper
Griper

Internet Detective

Hacker
Tracker

Welcomers at Adulterers Anonymous

Cheater
Greeter

Umbrella-carrying Pilot

Drier
Flyer

Male Greeter

Hello
Fellow

Elderly Au Pair

Granny
Nanny


April 13, 2022...

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Kälte kommt zurück
Vögel fliehen ins Trockene
Stechender Regen fällt

Vorn Ferne Sonnenschimmer
Auf nassen spiegelnden Straßen




Cold is returning
Birds flee to a drier place
Stinging rain falls

From far shimmering sunlight
On wet and shiny streets...

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MUSIC  FOR  DAMP WEATHER


The outlook is for less  cloud - 
Long damp vista : quiet street
Hiss of tyres,  occasional slap of feet.
As discrete notes catch
A  melody  snatch,
Uncertain wet dark shapes  summon
Perspectives   long gone.
Now replaced with a clear
Brighter drier path less drear ....

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This feeling...
  feet fairly skipping
knees a bit wobbly
  the lump in the throat

Heart pounding away
  lips drier than crackers
arms cloaked with gooseflesh
  head spinning like a gyroscope
    
If this isn't love, it is quite the distraction ~
  ~ Believe me, I'm feeling sheer stupefaction...

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in this restaurant
I’ve never been
your hands are drier than mine
in your eyes the streets get lost forever
in mine they still have life

the brighter your face is
mother
the sadder is mine

like when you told me not to lose hope
because you'll be able to fly someday

calm
like a bird
caught in the shot of the gun...

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Nobody ask anybody
which one is much more deserted
and much drier,

A deserted and dry 
			island 
			desert
			heart,
I'm certain
the answer by a great number of people 
will be the same
if some cannot guess it at all
they don't need to think
that is a big shame,
on the contrary,
it will bring them 
a great fame :)...

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My little jewel of honour
Wrapped in the soil of my heart
Sown by my beloved
Infinitesimal it was
With time grown a tree
The plump fruit ripened
But now it seems a dream
A leaf drops after another
Soon the branches empty
My beloved nourishing halted
The farther she goes
The drier the tree
And to nought my little seed of honour...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


There's a sky that's high
where the chimney's higher.
Where the smoke blooms grey
and the winds are drier.

There's a chimney round
with it's white strobe lights,
calling out to planes
through the days and nights.

With a rim in white
and a stack of grey
In the North we say...
It's our home to stay!...

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A new car is in serious trouble,
Its worried owner worrying his stubble
A helpless heart is on fire
No longer sure The Devil is A liar!

Unmistakable tears of a crier,
At a still far off market, a buyer
And through accursed routes A Trier.

New dreamy wishes of a road drier,
Upset  by his left front tire,
Already in a manacling mire…

Some tomorrow a flying car or car-flyer...

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As breasts float eyes on coffee grospt
there's men who'll know amusement's drospt
And tell them that they're needed when
there's women meant for drier bien

And let them know there's hope for men
when all that coffee's drank and then
To hold then for a woman wild
when meeting them means face and smiled

To tell them that they're all that world
where greatness,
gresh
and men are purl'ed...

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Be
my friend
it will endure
when fireworks have
drained lustre from my eyes
and wisps of cobweb grey
adorn my thoughts by day.

Be
my friend
it will sustain
when flames have 
burned my dreams to ashes
and the dust of arid tears
grows drier by the years.

Be
my friend
it will prevail
when I know your heart
as you have known my flesh
and you will need my comfort too
as much as I need you...

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Are cucumbers cool
As a general rule?
How fresh is a daisy?
Are loons always crazy?

How snug is a bug
When he’s not in a rug?
How gentle are lambs
If not happy as clams?

How clever’s a fox
That’s as dumb as an ox?
How fit is a fiddle
Not clean as a whistle?

Are doornails most dead,
Or are dodos instead?
Is it drier than toast
To say “deaf as a post”?

Such puzzles befuddle and much mystify
Till suddenly you see they’re as easy as pie!...

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Trump Forever Will Fume

In room in Mira Lago Trump will fume,
And he is an idiot  who likes to bloom;
In each place,
A basket case;
Each day deeper does appear his doom.

Jim Horn

Write some poems using these 
words below.

acquire ecclesiastical attire 
bier brier buyer choir crier 
denier desire dire drier empire 
entire expire fire friar higher 
hire inquire liar mire prior  
require retire sire spire squire 
supplier tire transpire trier 
vampire wire...

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