Short Erie Poems

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Premium Member Erie Love

ERIE LOVE

Erie yet ever so beautiful
Your love runs through me
Captured is my mind you see
My heart so readily-plentiful

8/26/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018


Hugh, Ron, Eery

When Hugh and Ron got drunk together
and pissed a lake of mighty size,
their eery neighbor also spilled it
and let his eery waters rise.
By far superior was another
with depths of thirteen hundred feet.
His superiority was awesome
which Hugh, Ron, Eery couldn’t beat.
Below them lay Ontario Lago,
a bloke whose name is not much fun
because no matter how I turn it
I can’t create a lakey pun.
Form: Rhyme

Why Sicily Accepted Erie

To see the earthly resentment 
Of Ireland 
In her American
Per chase of the heart
Down to lent 
Repent in sayings before
Ashed inscription
Told
Without reply she walks in a sun

Fide et Amore, Italia

Aetheistic concealed brevity
Reluctant canvas of poetry


Projection of a middle path 
Project re deck
Stacks end racks
Build out change
Sisters of in mate position
Split same lunch run ons

Premium Member The Erie Lackawanna

The Erie Lackawanna.
Was a friendly mamma! 
The friendly service route.
Ran across the Southern Tier of New York.
Then across the Susquehanna.
Choo Choo went the train.
Down along the lower part of the state.
The great flood of 72...
Caused a bankrupt attitude, to date.
Now the tracks, they lay at rest.
Silencing all..by whos rails they quest..

Railroad Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..
All rights reserved..
Form: ABC

For My Friends In Erie

For my friends in Erie, PA.

If you've found this poem, congratulations. You've just solved my most intricate social puzzle to date. As your reward, you now have access to all my angsty works of "art" (dare I call it that) from my teenage years. You also have all my more recent "I'm bored and alone" poems from the past couple years. You'll notice a steep decline in those, for notable reasons.

Congratulations. Let the roasting begin.
© Mike A.  Create an image from this poem.


Erie, my Stolen Babel

I write to the minds of naive
Honors of boring bathe
Less understanding than homage
Exactly exceptions students 
Lackey of Britain
None request competent understanding 
For my illusive quill, as Elizabethian 
Mastering forms above fragile die

Pleasing peasants groveling
Yes again I am thus of betters
Swelling satisfaction
American Irish Jazz Women
Nubility afar 
Daring silence
Squandered Scottish flem

Welfare is costly to my crown

Blue Pike Night

In golden dawn of day
Fish the color of lake and sky
Swam Lake Erie wide in eye.

Twenty thousand years past
Fins chased by glaciers:
Blue pike survived
Until too many waves of our breed
Swept them from the lake
With taint and nets of greed
In a hundred years-long dusk.

Too much like Sandburg’s Buffalo Dusk
The Blue pike and their fishermen are gone:
Too much chased from ice to nets
To gray smoke dusk, 
Black empty night –
The Blue pike and the men who saw them
Gone.

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