Short Fit The Bill Poems

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Love and Whiskey

For Bobby sobriety just fit the bill
But he longed for a love, his life to fulfill
He found a lady
Who's job was shady
She was a bootlegger, but he loved her still!
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Not Stand Still

long as there's will
there no chill pill
got to be a change
some willsay your insane
we must stop this race pain
until everyone fIt the bill
WE'LL
NOT STAND STILL

Premium Member Find

Quatrain #757:
FIND


Feel how you feel when pain comes near,
Indulge wise will to face your fear;
Now keep heart still as mind goes mad,
Do fit the bill right now and here.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
19 June 2017
Singapore
Form: Rubai

Cannibalistic Words

if animals can eat their kind
then could some words be the same--

cannibal?

i have seen such a thing
that some words devour 
the words before and even after
capacious would fit the bill

it actually devours itself
; an irony with it's self

Premium Member Don'T Fit the Bill

I presume your name is Bill,
And you love over yonder hill.
Your presumption is wrong
My name is Anna May Wong
The first Chinese actress of long ago
Before you were born so the answers No
I am not Bill from yonder hill
And I assume you know it true
I find you very pompous I don't like people such as you
Form: Rhyme


The Blade

The blade was fine as any
But it couldn't cut to the core
Or pierce the heart of it
Though he tried forever more

He sharpened it with iron
Cleaned it many times a day
Polished it with minerals
Buffed it a most loving way

It couldn't cut the chase
It didn't even fit the bill
He had to find a way
It almost drove him up the hill
Form: Ballad

He's the Man

He like tall and dark
Long-legged women

With well groomed hair 
And they never go swimming

Soft perfumes that cost a
Penny

They watch their diets 
But they’re not too skinny

Not just trophies on his arm
They’re smart and lovely and
Full of charm

He’s the winner
If winning is real

Because all of his women 
Fit the bill
And he’s one happy
Camper

La-da-da
La-da-da
© Lara Wash  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Clerihew

My Diamond-Alouette

Stone better than gold
        One that can`t be sold
Crystals that shine more than stars
        Men behold thy face
       with rays full of grace
Fresh pretty skin without scars
	
            I profess my love
          which is from above
with strong heart and a pure mind 
       That makes most girls thrill
           Love!,that fit the bill
    Passion, that is hard to find.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Never

Somethings we may never do again
 Because of once getting burned
 So we jump on the "never train",
 When from  a painful lesson we have  learned
 
Some say they would never drink again
 But once the hangover is gone,
 They drink once more, it's insane,
 Here comes never, rising with the dawn

 If you say you never will
 Beware, never might return,
 And never, once more, will fit the bill
 Will we never learn?
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Aching Heart

Indigestion
Is the question
Brain illusion
Or misdirection 

Doctor's pill 
This sickly ill 
Cannot repair
To fit the bill

Just time to heal
Oh, heartache feel
Is all to quell
My ache and reel

Restlessness
Just to confess
Invades my very
Consciousness

A hope that sticks 
Physician's tricks
The long-shot risk
Of one more fix

Like fracture weld
Or soulful meld
Simple solution..
Just to be held

CV
31.10.23
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dance

Come and go
Feel time flow
High and low
Watch time show


Feel taut trance
Fit the dance
Take a chance
Live thus trance


Seed the mood
Write on wood
Crisp fine food
Claim odd good


Dare sit still
Wear wise will
Trust tastes thrill
Fit the bill


Sign sure spell
Dance dream tell
Work words well
Deep daze dwells


Go and come
Feel joy sum
Cause and psalm
End outcome




Leon Enriquez
25 May 2017
Singapore
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Tussilago Farfara, Or Coltsfoot

In waste places beside the road Coltsfoot grows in fertile till. A smallish flower no higher than a toad Its habitat seems to fit the bill. Not expecting a flower in this land Odd brown scales clasp its stalk. Skunk cabbage neighbors in its sand And makes a "feller" stop and gawk.. Leaves not unlike the hoof of a colt Hence the name, Colts-foot, you know. The first flower in spring to bolt And a weed that escapes my hoe. By any name, it's still a weed.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

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