Short Drone On Poems
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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.
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
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.
Where there is no trust
there is no point in ‘talks’
Terms one side proposes
the other will reject ...
But 'keep the momentum going’
'Schedule another round of talks'
Fancy tuxedos drone on and yawn
boy soldiers fall ~ families up in arms
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
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.
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
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
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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