Short Four Hundred Poems
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Kentucky boasts about her Mammoth Cave
People exploring it are quite brave
Four hundred miles
Giving them trials
Exploring her passages is a fave.
A Three , ... Five, ... To Twentynine Bell's Show!
Past Four Hundred Thirty.
Snow, Snow, .... Snow's!
Morenstow! .... Go, Goes!
Bee's wings beat eleven thousand four hundred times a minute
According to a scientific manual for children
I stare at this fact
Wondering
Who measured these beats
And how?
Devour about 400 bananas a year
Swinging through trees, why is it unclear
Ancestral, could be
On my cereal, yummy
Scratch my neighbors bum, his name is Peter
Blue Hubbard, or Butternut -
A squash is a squash.
Bake at four hundred degrees
'til the flesh is soft,
sweet like a candy,
healthy, and
fresh!
Just had a thought, how about this
What would it be like to kiss a fish
Not very appealing
Might send me reeling
Number six thousand, four hundred and eight on my list
Just had a thought, how about this
What would it be like to kiss a fish
Not very appealing
Might send you reeling
Number six thousand, four hundred and eight on my list
Barnacle goose kid
Jumps from four hundred meters
Starts life through struggle
To eat green grass on the shore
Mother shows- Life is thorny
April 22, 2021
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Sir Isaac Newton was a cantankerous old soul
But more importantly, was known for a different role
When the apple fell
It's gravity he telled
His fame has lasted four hundred years or more
Funeral home crasher
observing peoples raw grief
tallies visits up
no one questions her
assume she knew deceased
its rarely the case
over four hundred
I am askance and concerned
at her weird hobby
The Church of Four Hundred Rabbits*
Needs Vows of Silence from blab-its
The Altar wine
Is so divine
That monks and priests probe loose habits
*Prior to Lockdown, Nottingham's
400 Rabbits Tequila Bar
when people die they become forever that age
forever six
forever twelve
forever twenty-four
forever nineteen
forever three
what if we don’t die?
What if we live to be three or four hundred?
What happens then?
Here's something every new parent soon learns
A 4 year old asks 400 questions a day, their minds yearn
Craving to discover life's secrets
No holding back their keenness
Alright li'l poopers, youse got too much time to burn
four hundred million stars born each day ~ somewhere beyond our milky way
give or take a billion or two ~ the same amount die every year too
you can’t see what i’m trying to say ~ me neither they’re too far away
By
David Kavanagh
3x17
they said he was a lunatic
I heard he howls at the moon
an old man with a lopsided gait
I thought he was four hundred years old
He smiled at me once when I was eight
I was terrified, believing the rumors
never realizing I would be his age some day
The chainsaws are roaring
this Friday morning
dissecting the tree
that meant so much to me.
I counted the rings,
amidst broken things,
over four hundred years,
I count through my tears.
I try to let go,
not let my pain show,
I struggle to sleep
as the great Oak weeps.
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It is like that of a leaping rabbit who hop on all four,
Twenty-twenty, would then leap an added four more,
Leap at each fourth year, a day February would score,
As for a century leaps at every four hundred years.
2020 January 19
Great Leap Forward Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beth Evans
catastrophic year
australia is on fire
koalas dying
apocalyptic
more than one hundred degrees
affecting ocean
year of the fires
devastating marine life
australia crying
debilitating
four hundred eighty million
animals have died
catastrophic year
australia is on fire
koalas dying
Long range shot
Four hundred and ten yards
Almost touching distance by magnification
The target there - be careful
Taking note of wind drift
Now another click
Steady
Be steady
A most gentle squeeze on the trigger
A good shot ,target hit and down
The man who was he ?
What was his name?
Another dream
I am
I think
of my Red Vineyard
sold for just four-hundred
It is expensive here.
I pay in pictures
Up to now all is well..
My depression is to great
to bear!
What is to be done?
VAN GOGH committed suicide in 1890 just 37.
This company action, has thwarted the slaughter of almost four hundred B C
Ostriches in Canada, that are essential
Key workers? In helping with avian flu
Antibody rescearch.' My hat off to you
Jeremy..You are a true leader; and your
Co-workers are hero's also.' I wish your
Firm all the sucesss possible.'
four things that happened
that day that we fell in love:
the four doors opened
forty days at sea
ended and sailors saw land
four hundred children
cracked four thousand smiles
for forty thousand pilgrims
trekked four million miles
for a chance to be
near the God that made that day
that we fell in love
Hundred steps I made
From soiled ground to the bridge of cursed shade
Three dungeons of heroic souls
Locked up over four hundred in shoals
Living souls of eddies drilling
Dying breaths of bodies shrilling
Hidden story of men of courage
To die in Atlantic is sweeter than bondage
Eighteen hundred and three was the year
Freedom is the peal in every man's ear.
Who really was that bawdy bard
Who held the world so mirrored.
Who chose a pen name for himself
and another for his wife.
Anne hath a way indeed she does
and will shake spear at time.
The man could spin a tale or two
he holds me rapt still yet
From all four hundred years gone on
since e'er he trod the globe
I know he's laughing at us yet
What was his given name?
in the summer of 1997
Twelve year old Ryan Tripp made a 3, 366 mile journey
across the USA raising ten thousand and four hundred dollars
for a sick baby living in his home town.
He took this trip on a twenty-five horse power mower
from Salt Lake City, Utah to Washington, D.C.
He was followed by his adoring parents and grandparents
in pick-up trucks, insuring his safety.