Short Formally Poems
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Dresden's Erich Heckel
a Die Brucke man truth to tell
An artist however not formally trained
as an Expressionist ever remained
Dorothy (nee Rothchild )Parker once for poetically famed
for penning quatrains much acclaimed
With humour she did animate
& formally elegant poetry thereby create
"nothing compares to you"
the princess kissed
the frog's lips
hoping
happily
hopping
the frog
turned
into
the
artist
formally
known as
Prince
Are tow-eds formally cars that got hitched
To the back of a “tow-truck” or is it a myth
Not sure about that
Must Google that fact
Somehow methinks something got switched
A fleeting emotion,
Exposing its fangs.
A wanting, yearning.
Drilling into passions
Formally unnoticed.
Freedom, in an
Insignificant form.
Expression fading into this surrender.
I am my freedom, it has me.
Spiritual magic
Dancing lightly
Dream State Ballroom
Formally formal
Gliding gracefully
Waltzing and bowing
Eyes flutter
Not quite closed
Slipping into abyss
Sandman magic
Whistling softly
To not disturb dreamer
Are chemical apparatus
where dangerous experiments are done
Are wine-glasses
for leisure bashes in the evenings
Are tea-cups
to relax muscles with hot sugared water
Are good ivory beds
to keep calm the amorous overweight body
Are deception bill-boards
where lies are written, formally advertised
Over what, grassed, for smooth flight
Softens down their drone *
Shares with these thought-exchanges
A more relaxed tone.
More beguiling; each to each
While, moon-lit, do face!
Cafe's, although served well by
Which intimate hours
Formally smiled, seemed more forced;
Heart through words' embrace.
*damselflies
I
Have
3 sides
4 eyes a nose
and a mouth 2 ears
north south east and west
paradox tops left the bottom right takes sides
While my left and right looks in the mirror 2faced
8/2/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr., 2019©
formally known as the poem "Triangular-" a Shape poem was written 7/30/19
© Arthur Vaso 2014
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Notes: This poem was formally called “Winter Blizzard” I just posted it with a new title. If you know of what I am referring, then 2 more must I do
More Notes: This poem is for sale for 2 million dollars, however I will give any major Museum at 10% discount.
Why is there now hope for the good rescued people of the formally doomed
South American country of Venezuela? Their people gathered courage and
they gathered together fortitude by voting out their Latin American puppet
dictator carefully groomed by the CCP--Chinese Communist Party.
Instead they now are blessed with a born again conservative president.
Looking down at the glitter,
as the wings of the plane
tipped to touch the earth.
More like viewing a planet than
a city.
Stretching lights like butterfly wings
coming out of it's cocoon.
A work of art.
A billion Christmas trees illuminating
the sky.
I am formally home.
Angels welcoming me.
Overwhelmed by the beauty.
I am writing a screenplay.
Everybody writes a screenplay.
If I were to just pray to God to love you;
Would He grant me my receipt?
If I called upon Him spiritually;
Would He tell you I’m for you?
Now formally, arising at truths;
You’re my queen a love I share with only Him
You’re more valuable than monies, rubies gold and gems
my LOVE for U is Spiritually NOT monetary
2/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
STUMBLE AND RISE (Gravity and I)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A gala event, a minefield of hope and dread,
Winners announced, toward the stage were formally led.
My name was called; I tripped, planting my face on the floor,
Embarrassed was I, my ego damaged, my pride done for.
“Gravity and I are in a toxic relationship,” I said, my face turning red.
Gems Of Reality
Gems of reality are thoughtfully
expressed thru imagery of poetry
to shape so earnestly and fervently
poems that formally shine artfully
reflecting history and mystery
of one's tranquility or misery.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: Rhymers Delight- Internal Monorhyme
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 01/09/2017
F-ighting a good fight for the faith,
A-s well as finishing his race;
U-sing his duty as a choir leader,
S-ongs of praises were in place.
T-asked to conduct rehearsals, he taught the voice development;
O-rganists were formally trained how to play the musical instrument.
P-erseverance and sacrifice
E-xposed his obedience to God's will;
R-igid schedule was observed,
E-very drill was filled with
Z-eal.
my
home
remains
commercials
like your shadow
I break down all status barriers
we settle instead for the least objectionable
stations available at the moment among couples on the job who don’t relate
but we share a unique structure of feelings rather than a formally binding us
we claim our audience with only first acting against
a fixed scale of high quality
viewers will find that
it’s easier
to stay
than
leave
At work I act real normally
like everybody else.
I cross my t's quite formally
and quick respond to bells.
I answer questions that are asked
while staying in my place.
I crunch results as I am tasked
and check them just in case.
I (mostly) get to work on time
and mind my p's and q's
I've mastered stopping on a dime
executive parking spots I don't use.
Proper men and proper women
not a single knows
The secret world that dwells within
from which my poetry flows.
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,
Can you feel the adrenaline
'Cause I formally invite you
To my summer night cruise
It is dress to impress
So bloke's put on your coat and vest
And girls slip into your best clothes
as well as your stilettos
We will be rocking the boat
and sowing a few wild oats
From Seven-thirty to midnight
So please be flirty and nice
There will be great food and drinks
As mister Dj spins and syncs
and lets the vivacious mood sink
On January Nineteenth
He was a prince in disguise,
Very handsome to look at,
Nice to know,
Takes time to care,
Formally polite ans courteous,
The day I met him I fell in love,
He stood there tall and masculine,
Reached out to shake my hand,
From then we would greet another,
He made me feel like a princess.
Hugs would be allowed now and then,
Thankful caress would guest,
I said to myself there is a God after all.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Handsome to look at,