Short Drone On Poems

Cameras delight at each smiling mug
As Movieland’s best strut the red rug,
Then off every tongue
Flow torrents of dung
When speeches drone on, all selfish and smug....

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SANTA WISHES YOU A BLOOMING CHRISTMAS

Oh deer, did the night drone on and on,
the liftoff of a midnight clear.
Away from The Pole, he drinks a ton of beer,
and plants 100 flamingoes in each lawn.

12/27/2021...

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                   Just 
             sitting there 
       hanging on my eyes;
 Sober up, that’s not enough.
                    Nah.
   Already forgot your name.
     You drone on ‘Pookie,
              just feed on 
                    me....

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Candle tongue stirs the skin within my skin,
Glass red with so many tears —
Romance personified by the melting of wick,

Though shadows drone on walls, a phantasmic tango
These French lips worth reading —
Inside heart highs and lows

Timing
Glimpsing
Stealing

Candle tongue stirs the skin within my skin —
These French lips worth reading,
Stealing
...

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The bass drone on the bagpipes play
The man in his kilt plays it
The misty Scottish air receives it 
A constant sound
Under the melody
Always whining
Always sighing
Under lying.

In his emotions
He feels he is not good enough
His misty heart receives it 
A constant sound
Hidden under the mechanics of his life
Always whining
Always sighing
Always lying....

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I hear the dull moans of a malignant class

 as classes clash and drones drone on

 Electronic wizards wrack, whack, whack

 merrily on their way to a zombie-like state.

  
 Loathing lies and jumbo surprises belie

 aires, stares and convenient alignments

 welding together a mangled mass of fluff

 certain to shift us toward a boorish fall

                            of great proportions...

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The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while jays drone on the horizon.



Mixed Senses Contest for nette onclaud
20 Sept 2015
From Amelie Mara ---Music  in  9 lines...

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tick tock the minutes drone on
why can it just end
all the sadness
all the pain
wishing nothing to be complicated
but im afraid no longer am i sane
 
as i sit here in a dark corner
still watching time go by
seeing the clouds start to gather
in a darkened sky

the rain starts to fall
like tear drops on paper
a never ending flow of water

ceasing to stop though i'm drowning
but can you decide from which
is it the pain or the water
as chuckle to myself with insane laughter...

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