Short Enrolled Poems
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Concerned about my intellect
I enrolled in a school of wit
I didn't do as well as I hoped
I could only finish half of it!
my mom is not an airhead
cause shes enrolled in premed
and when i am ill
i get a green a pill
thats why i am not lowbred.
What I knew
as I grew?
Little, true.
What's taboo?
Not a clue.
Now I'm old,
life on hold,
sold and polled,
sites enrolled;
things controlled.
I've enrolled on a positive thinking course… I’m not sure it will work!
Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
04/27/21
I once knew a fellow from Pensacola
Who drank liters of fizzy Coca-Cola
He peed in the street
And on his bare feet
Now I think he is enrolled at Loyola.
written June 27, 2021
There once was a man, who wanted gold,
As quickly as it came; his soul, he sold.
Cops tossed him behind bars
The judge called it all a farse
Now in the parliament, he is enrolled.
He would change the world when he was young
Fires of righteousness leapt from his tongue
Despairing of success when he turned old
He but changed himself ~ the world enrolled
Eleven and Twelve
Not seen their teens
Enrolled not in the team of teens
Teens to count as nine teens
Without Eleven and Twelve,Seven teens
Eleven to read as first teen
Twelve to go as second teen
If Thirteen is to read as third teen
"Go jogging, eat healthy!” You've often been told.
And so in a sports club with hope you enrolled.
You 'veganed'. You sweated.
Great gains you have netted.
But your foe the mirror insists: “You're still old.”
Trimmy O'Toole was a bit of a fool when Trimmy enrolled in school,
cus Trimmy O'Toole was two foot tall and always talking bull,
but Trimmy had tools and worked miracles you couldn't stop Trimmy at all,
now hear the applause for Trimmy O'Toole at the wonderful Albert Hall.
EXPRESSIONS OF AFFINITY
existing
authenticated
equality
distinct
echos
enrolled
purified
dignified
phenomena
of
sublimity
gentle
libertarian
picturesque
rhythmic
exemplified
interpreted
alternations
of
couched
crystallisations
What kind of love does a man have
for the offspring
—he will never meet
What kind of love does a man have
for the great-great-grandchildren
—he will never see
What kind of love does a man have
for a future
—beyond his control
What kind of love does a man have
for those distant
—yet present enrolled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Aligning our forces with
divine powers,
downwind to the Marquesas we passed the hours.
On the isle of Nuku Hiva there was nowhere to go,
so we sat at anchor eating popcorn and went with the flow.
Along came Bruno,
he enrolled us in a hike,
as there was nothing in that paradise
we didn't like.
We trekked for hours,
Bruno said we might be lost,
oh, the price of freedom,
carried such a cost!
Searching for a drug like a crazed out thug. Surrendered to my addictions, no
more restrictions. Conclusions to my hallucinations. Lucifer in the sky with purple
eyes, waiting for his apprentice. His will relentless. A servant of the light battles
blind in the dark of the night and all I have to say is condemn me to fire but my
wicked ways will never tire. The world I've sold. In hell I've enrolled.
He is a mean hyena the child said in horror.
His daddy and mommy thought he was joking.
Not realizing there had been a lawsuit.
Mama Hyena had enrolled her son in the human school.
Don’t call him that! His parents protested. It is not nice.
But he is a hyena! The child reiterated, right, but not believed.
They met the hyena themselves that afternoon in the park.
And promptly apologized to their son.
The wretched bow their head
As they shuffle along unled
Lost to the world without souls
No longer counted or enrolled
Once they looked you in the eye
Their knowledge gained held high
But now beaten down instead
Their only world now full of dread
Who now will take up their fight
Going forward with the right
They wait for a leader to rise for them
For it is unknown how it will end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Every job is pure gold,
This truth, all must know,
Whatever job you may hold,
Real sincerity, you must show,
Take decision by being bold,
You will successfully grow,
Great secrets, you will unfold,
When you suffer sorrow,
To God, let your state be told,
He will give a better tomorrow,
Let your emotions be controlled
And your efforts be thorough,
In good souls' list, get enrolled,
Let your ideas be never narrow,
Accept calmly criticism-arrow
And grow wisely everyday old!
A chubby man whose name was Jim
Decided that he must get slim
He dived into the pool
But the silly old fool
Just forgot that he couldn’t swim
Poor Jim he just sunk like a stone
Some swimmers they heard his loud moan
They grabbed the life boat
And got Jim to float
Embarrassed, all Jim did was groan
Jim opted to learn how to swim
Then also enrolled at a gym
He lost loads of weight
Oh boy he looks great
His buddies now call him slim Jim
2/23/18