Short Expressly Poems

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School Dazed

Stress is an
Understatement when it comes to the
Mine field called school.
Millions and millions of children and teachers
Expressly waiting for the last
Ringing of the school bell

For the year.
Understanding the price of the diploma; but, wanting
Nothing more than that "hot break".
Form: Acrostic


Fissures

I want to be where
fissures meet
and sentences are passed,
Every step before
arouses immeasurable inquest.
This phase encounters
a dull moment
and deems it appeasing,
To warm its charm
will not in time return its best.
I asked a vow to
faintly deliver ours
if none in time actually prevail,
It may do
unless ours expressly fails.
Form:

Whistleblower Angels

dwellings of myriad ragtag! 
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables

greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly

averting a salvation

down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess

She's Some Kind of Poetry - -

She's reckless and cautious

     in the same breath,

sensibly abstruse and uninhibited

       elusively in your face,

introspective in her extroversion

  expressly shy when she wills to be,

    rapture in the mist

          an enigma unto man

              a force to be reckoned

         he couldn't possibly envisage,

don't try to comprehend the

   wind 'neath her wings, 

     she's poetry replete

           with esoteric allusions
© Paloma P   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Elvis Aaron Presley

The legendary teen idol Elvis Aaron Presley
was criticized for his gyrations, expressly.
And yet, this shooting star went supernova,
morphing into a teenage Casanova.

When this Memphis boy began to croon
he'd wildly grind his hips to the tune;
and flashing his ice-blue eyes,
he'd generate tears and sighs; 
while making the young girls scream and swoon.

Born blond, he dyed his hair black
and the King never went back.
He seemed to suffer an itch,
the way he would twist and twitch.
Form: Clerihew


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