Short February 29 Poems

our tears mist our land
hawaii's ochre
sky cries causing steaming roads 
to make our true fog

2020 February 29...

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Alliteration is awesome;
thanks to thee
it effortlessly erases evidence
of spoonerisms.

Spooky.



Written February 29th, 2016
For the Spoonerisms Contest hosted by Roy Jerden...

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N-ote
I-n
K-een
K-nowledge
I-s

G-ladly
A-uthored
L-etting
I-tself
N-icely
D-eliver
E-normous
Z-est

Topic: Birthday of Nikki D. Galindez (February 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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L-et
H-eartfelt
A-crostic
I-mplement
N-atal
E-vent's

S-tatement
A-s
L-ines
A-pply
Z-est
A-nd
R-apture

Topic: Birthday of Lhaine Salazar (February 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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February 29, 2016
Written by Gail DeBole 

A man born into a world of scams
Had a father adept at flim-flam.
He lived by what he was taught
Until the day he was caught
By police who out-flimflammed his scam....

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M-essages
A-bout
R-ighteous
K-ind

A-re
N-icely
T-old
H-aving
O-utstanding
N-otes
Y-ou

E-njoy
S-o
C-ool
A-s
L-ines
A-bound

Topic: Birthday of Mark Anthony Escala (February 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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M-y
A-crostic
R-egards
K-eenly

A-pply
N-ame
T-o
H-ave
O-ne
N-ote's
Y-early

E-xpression
S-o
C-omposition
A-bout
L-ife
A-rrives

Topic: Birthday of Mark Anthony Escala (February 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Naive Guillotine


I once knew a poet named Balveen
Whose heart was not a touchscreen   
Confused when she read some barbs
Until she was shot by shards 
She rued at their naive guillotine


Syllables per line-97779
February 29, 2016
Contest : Sensitive Community
 A PD Contest...

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i married my wife
february 29 2020, we
don't practice those pagan ritual that you
people have.
we love one another.
see ya'll give word to
certain things creating problems.
I married my wife on this day and 
we celebrate our time together
using this restriction to be creative
I loves this woman's mind
I loves this woman....

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Congrats on your first born, my friend, 
Your playboy days are soon to end, 
Diaper change and sleepless nights 
Come with your new paternal rights. 
I know you meant  a one night stand 
Too bad it’s not the way you planned. 
Turns out your fling was with my wife 
Support them both, they’re yours for life. 

February 29, 2020...

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The top shelves required dusting, so
			I looked for my stool high and low.
			No luck--but a chair
			would do. Then up there
			I cleaned that top shelf. It did glow.

			My cleaning cloths fell to the floor.
			I had to get down to find more.
			I dressed as I did
			because my man Sid
			was watching. Life's never a bore!

    February 29, 2016...

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My family thinks I am good-
as matriarch- it's understood
     I keep us all tight-
     with love, we unite-
keep bonds fortified as we should.

However, at times I am bad-
for when I feel down- to be glad-
     I need my own space
     seclusion embrace
to work out whatever is sad.

My special- a pastime, so fine-
I try to write poems that shine
     so readers can see
     the thoughts that make me
a builder of words that define.


February 29, 2020...

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Aborigines on horseback wading
Addicted to the wilderness they trek. 
Through still waters where crocodiles are king,
Their horses chomping at the bits, stiffed neck.
Oh land, kangaroos and wombats grazing.
They seek thrills and thrive on adventures deck.
Two men fearlessly explore nature’s hand.
Knowing in their hearts, their future is grand.

© February 29, 2012

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Lil' Bit of Aus... 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver...

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As Mother Nature strolls across her lands,
Remembering the pusywillows there. 
Bedecked with ferns and roses in her hands.
She visits them while deeply breathing air.
Their unique scent infusion; she commands.
Those puffs of silky gray on branches bear
A sign to all that warmer days are near.
That springtime floras, rosebuds, shall appear.

© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  pusywillows or daffodils 	 
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts...

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Fear
of
flying—
facing fear
he boarded the plane
which some minutes after takeoff
violently shook and then plummeted toward earth—
him being sad, not over his impending death, but having just won the lottery




February 29, 2020
F G I irony
Brian Strand, sponsor

The last line of 21 syllables will appear as more than one line on mobile devices and smaller screens, but it actually fits on one line on larger screens.  Ah, the Romanesque broccoli spirals of the fibonacci sequence!...

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