Short Generic Poems
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Universal Sea Shanty; or, The Generic Folk Song
Sailing with potatoes
Sailing with potatoes
Sailing with potatoes
The perfect Irish jig.
in
the
workshop
of
the heart..
purify
brings
clarity
a generic
concoction-
this
jealousy
takes flight
and
...dies
art
& time
illume
separate
the generic
collude
with elegance
evoke
mixed signals
shed light
upon
the
mundane
‘ Mail Lottery … ’ 50th Senryu
Generic-Goody
Publishers Clearinghouse Spree
... ‘ Show Me The Money ’ !
(Yeah, I Know That's Jerry McGuire Movie's Line)
there once was an old man named Bill
who liked to brag about his stamina to women for a thrill
one night it was said
with Molly he was limp in bed
Bill said I must have gotten a generic blue pill
home again, repeat
cook, clean, scrape change off the road
buy generic brands
buy on sale only
borrow if you can, cheap queen
beg if you have too
Did some one say 60 shopping days till Christmas??
White walls are bland,
Generic coloring without style.
They have no dash or daring do,
People plaster them with posters and pictures.
White walls garner no comment,
Except when they have flaws.
Is that why nice guys finish last?
My roots are trembling
through clay ******,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.
Generic Love For The Bakery Couple
butcher went to bed with his cookie cutter
and baker opened her oven for his flutter
a recipe mix and bake
generic love to shake
dough rises bringing cake mold to shutter
connie pachecho
8/4/17
Oh to break the generic bonds-
that bind us to this mundane world-
to fly away on paths unknown
beyond mere empty words-
to stretch beyond our mortal reach
and capture unseen worlds-
and imprison them for posterity,
on paper, with pen and immortal words.
MOMENTOUS DIMENSIONS-:-
idealistic
concentrated
conclusions
symbolized
sensibility
in a VISUAL CULTURE
essential
generic
culture
sympathetically
treated
in EXPLORATION OF THE IRRATIONAL
metaphysically
experienced
memories
bizarrely
expressed
Breathe in.
Out.
A chore for yourself.
Lungs fill slow,
Too slow.
You're impatient.
Don't exhale.
Hold it in.
Let the breathe become
part of you.
The only clean part of
you.
Hold it in until
hazy.
Dry lungs,
don't fall down.
Let go now...
Breathe out.
In.
he did not respond
she said something generic
but her tone was harsh
he did not argue
she approached him angrily
did not work at all
he took some deep breaths
as he watched her veins popping
she was no expert
he left quietly
because rage had blinded her
and she could not see
Generic flying, eating healthy, fly like a cockney
Like a Martial Arts beast, like a young terri'ble.
So far so good, driving force, all cards in hand, why not?
I can breath fully, stop the intoxicants.
Healthy like a peach, living well, rich, powerful.
Living like royalty, wealth, aspiration, money.
MUTED TONES
numerous
paridisal
elongated
eurhythmic
hierarchical
backgrounds
radiance
glimpsed
in
esoteric
embodiments
aspiring
& initiated
to
stylise
intimate
illusions
of
fellowship
orientation
generic
revivals
ironic
ambitious
elements
Spray paint your grass!
Tofu all meat!
Borrow their cash!
Glue on eyelash!
YOU REMAIN DISCRETE!
Generic every brand!
Plastic = plant!
Top soil your land!
Fake bake Tanned,
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T!
Zirconium your diamond!
Wig your head!
Fuel you've siphoned!
Use product then refund!
OUTCAST TILL YOUR DEAD!
By Mac :]
thinking with my
head voice while
speaking with
my speaking voice
while texting with
my sign language
finger tips that often
play chords on my
string strung wooden
box that occupies
my singing voice
all happening all
at the same time
as elevator musak
in a different time
signature not
knowing if i'm
going up or
down or stuck
on one floor
Form:
22 Falcon's in a row flying
side by side in formation
Upon a suicide mission
To save a flailing meerkat
Far away from home way off course
Into a blocked trap cul-de-sac with
no way out
Begin dropping 1 bye 1
Until and so 44 broken feathered wing's
Can be used to make Dream Catcher's
In order to be sold in generic gift
shops tent off the reservation
Kids In Commercials
Are Way More Well
Adjusted, You Know,
More Than REAL
Kids Are...
At Least They ACT
Like They Are...
You Know, But Kids
Are Cuter Than Adults...
***
Who Still Do Exactly
The Same Thing...
*
But More Generic.
*
They Should Be CUTER!
***
Let ME Just Say:
"Make
Everybody
Cuter Still,
Computer!"
-Gray Squirrel
09-08-2025
There's a star in me
Crushed under my heart
Waiting to escape
To burst through my skin, my shirt
Weeping beams of light
There's a star in me
Who doesn't like whispers
Or subtle hues of blue and grey
But the loudness of shouts
And red amaryllis
There's a star in me
Who doesn't like generic avatars
For Facebook profiles
But wants to be known by its name
Its shine undimmed
Little do I care if bleach is generic
Or if fabric softener or detergent
Some bad personality flaws become chronic
Little do I care, if well you really meant
What brings me care is negative remarks spoken_
Harsh words pour forth like rain released kinetic
Energy, power released never to be unbroken
Words that leave my heart's state of being semantic
Semantic=Affected role
Strumming the four strings,
Got my fingers vibrating,
Those jingled nerve endings,
And reached my spine and brain,
The tones that came out,
Were melodious and sweet,
They tingled my ear drums,
It reached brain and perhaps spine,
And felt good,
I continued to strum,
And noticed nearby ears “tingled” too,
Man makes music,
Music makes man too,
Believe it- in many senses its true.
Sloping down in gold pursuit
of a bruised city,
sons of nameless fathers
were changing the generic mandate.
I am becoming fluvial
going on a muted odyssey
to find unmarked graves.
Slaughtering
your own lines, in praise of end-
which came very soon;
before the windows altered the moon.
Genes spilled on the road
recalling the wounded
son whose lexicon took him
to war with the meanings.
Satish Verma
Different People
To one, I am him
A guy and a generic cis male
To another, I am zim
Me, and not a front to sale
To one, I act normal
Just any other guy
To another, I act abnormal
I act like me and not a societal passerby
To one, I like girls
Straight, cis boy
To another, I like some girls,
But more guys and others, in joy
To one, I am not me
To another, I am to be
Written on January 16, 2020
You ask me why I think that way
and what makes me think it's true,
if I'm smoking something,
or if I'm sniffing glue,
if I believe the crazy things I've read,
or hear strange voices in my head.
You ask if I'm some kind of kook.
You tell me that I make you puke,
and suggest that I might be insane,
that the doctors found no brain,
or perhaps I have a rare mutation,
but to the jury, I say, "speculation!"