Short Gaped Poems

When a leprechaun tightly I caught,
I was hoping for gold in a pot.
But that trickster escaped.
At my hands I just gaped.
His wee britches were all that I got....

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I love you from a distance ...
Am so close but with space ...
You're like the sun so warm and beautiful ...
But like the sun , if I come too close you will burn me...
I watch mouth gaped from a distance .....

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The flame in contest combats the chill of the night
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth
his words gaped in jest if only to shroud life’s plight
scars of countless carnal lies a hub of untruth.
In the brazier raindrops snarl, routine so trite.

© Harry J Horsman  1991...

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Open my heart gaped
Out tumbled my history and
All that is to come 

Eagles, honeybees, coffee, daisies 
Violins, ferns, fairies, portraits 
I lifted my wings 
To meet my dragon 
On an ocean of storms
Sailing forever and away

Mother Earth unfolded her womb
To a divine scream
They all donned their 
Crowns...

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On Kensington Avenue, under the railway,
Her stage is a paperboard box.
The sounds of North Philly provide the applause.
Her venue’s the school of hard knocks.
At the drama’s finale, the curtain comes down.
She’d serviced her role like a slave.
Just the tip of the needle, a neat little hole,
But the exit wound gaped like a cave....

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Mona Lisa here Today

My heart galloped into my mouth
My eyes blinked rapidly in awe
Seconds I was neither alive nor dead
As I gaped at a lily meadow-sweet
Seated right there at the high table
	
One could tell from appearance
That it was not the lily of the bushes
Nor the meadow-sweets of the valleys
But Mona Lisa with a mission
To break every strong man’s heart...

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Beside the Eiffel Tower, 
I walked alone;
and gaped at gardens
with cherry-hued blooms.
My lips had felt
the warmth of brew, 
while seraphs played
the strings of harp.

I toured the city, 
the parks as well; 
I watched the sun
as it bade goodbye.
The sky, though black, 
was filled with gems: 
luring my eyes, 
winning my heart.

-thanks to Frances Angela Torrelavega for having this poem edited...

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The rain dashed itself against the asphalt.
Angled, silver, shards, pummeled the pavement,
Pelted puddles in a staccato rhythm.
Rapidly expanding and contracting circles,
Cha cha-ed to the sound of castanets.

Drain grills gaped and filled gurgling.
Geysers erupted from the centrifugal spin of tires.
The din of tin-tapped metal brightened the air.
And with the lushness of life and rebirth;
A spring day dawned....

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The ground gaped garishly, gored with ghastly gouges of glowing, gravelly gobs ...

Finally unfettered from a frigid firmament, flames flung fiery, flaring fingers 
          ferociously forward ...

The blazing bastions bent on burning the backwood bluffs bare with bitter brutality ...

Unholy hoards of heated horror hailing the heavens with heinous, heckling howls of                           
          hellish hostility....

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Panic In the Vegetable Garden

By Elton Camp

The carrot turn from yellow to pale
“Danger!” it called out to the kale

The tomato gaped in great fear
“Caution broccoli, they’re here.” 

Mushroom whispered to the squash,
“Beware for they’re here to nosh.”

Pumpkin felt of his hard shell
“If they touch me, I’ll yell.”

“Oh horrors!” said the peas
“How we hate such as these.”

Why did the veggies begin to shout?
Because vegans were roving about!...

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Jonah, please, tell me more.
You serve your story raw:
Details that won’t ears bore…

Once your fine shirt I tore:
Your suspense did me floor,
When gaped I had my jaw…

Had The Priest first hands swung
And hit Catechist’s left lung?
Who’d called other’s wife “Whore”
And who “An Open Door”?
Were chairs at The Priest flung
And out The Catechist slung?

You make larger your tongue:
I want facts from it wrung…

Had The Priest a chainsaw:
Just tell me what you saw....

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