Short Grimes Poems
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Aldeburgh's George Crabbe
was clearly quite a lad
With inventive narrative verse so fine
used by Brittain in Peter Grimes
there is an old codger named Grimes
goes to the beach at summer time
he sits in his chair
and can’t help but stare
at all the young women’s tan lines
L-ife
A-bates
V-iral
I-nfection
N-icely
I-mplementing
A-lcohol
A-s
G-rimes
A-re
N-egated
Topic: Birthday of Lavinia Agan (April 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
she stepped out of the wagon
a vision in purples and pink
my tail was dragg’n
I could barely think
she was a vision
this Bohemian queen
one of the prettiest maidens
I had ever seen
I stared at the speaker
Mr. T.J. Grimes
Do you always speak
your stories in rhymes?
G-reat place in turbulent times
E-difies your true faith;
N-o hurricane can crush the path toward heaven's gate.
S-trong fortress in turbulent times
A-ims to bring comfort;
L-et your hope stay alive,
C-ome into the Lord's support.
E-arly ninth of September,
D-efeat the gunk and grimes;
O-bliterate the wicked ways, be firm in turbulent times.
Start here
Live happy cheer
As profound thoughts ease fear
The cosmic soul that ever steers
Heart clear
End times
Breeze cosmic chimes
As divine beauty rhymes
Wise universe where stillness mimes
Dust grimes
Words ease
Humour and tease
Deep knowing feeling peace
To bring healing to final lease
That please
Leon Enriquez
17 April 2017
Singapore
BECAUSE
I love you, not because…
I love you, but because…
I love you-even if you don’t- love me back…
I love you, not because...
I love you, because it’s right…
Even when it’s wrong…
I love you, because I was told too…
I love you, because it’s free…
I love you, not because…
I love you, because of…
I love you, now...later… after…
I love you, because I am me...
© Valerie Jean Grimes
Windows blink.
Someone’s still awake,
counting what never adds up.
The billboard’s face glows through the haze,
selling hope to those who can’t afford it.
Clouds crawl like old memories,
stretching their shadows
across the quiet of the soup line.
Rain begins, soft as loose change.
It never reaches the roots.
The sky eats gold again,
and no one seems surprised.
~Brent R. Grimes
An anagram of Drew Barrymore
‘Merry Wardrobe’ of this I am sure
But with fortune and fame
Some kids get a daft name
‘Grimes’ baby may get issues galore
X AE A-Xii is his name
It reminds me of a PC game
The poor little mite
Is in the spotlight
His parents can’t have any shame
Grimes and Elon Musk’s baby is called ‘X AE A-Xii’ - pronounced
X Ash A Twelve.
01/06/20
A-trocious ailment applies
R-abid blue instead of pink;
N-otorious nastiness employs
E-pidemic contact and
L-ink.
A-trocious ailment advances
G-erms, grimes, virus, and dirt;
O-nerous outbreak operates
R-ight here on planet earth.
I-nvisible infection implements
L-ethal threat to attack patient;
L-ockdown and quarantine
A-bate the atrocious ailment.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Arnel A. Agorilla (June 04)
Watching death daily, is like watching for the black messy tar/
to come off your car/ not knowing/ you are driving on it/
the tears in your eyes /pours out/ like a bucket of well water/
your heart/ is racing like / like the horses in the Kentucky Derby/
the souls/ are like muddy water/
where is the hope/ can I cope/
watching death/ daily/ and I didn't /see this/ one coming/
©Valerie Jean Grimes
yellow leaves hang like old flyers
for bands that broke up decades ago
orange veins split
along the cold ground’s scars,
last color before the gray takes hold
a cool breeze
threads the season’s last breath
through busted porch screens
now the country coughs again
through exhaust and empty cabinets,
through plastic flags
flapping over pawnshops
still—those yellow leaves,
they don’t quit easy
~Brent R. Grimes
A-t risk is the whole world,
N-ations are exposed to harm;
G-lobal crisis creates collapse,
E-mploying economic alarm.
L-ife is horribly put at risk,
I-ndividuals are in danger;
C-ontagious jeopardy's dirt
A-pplies the dreaded destroyer.
P-oisonous pandemic's grimes
A-re in remote control and disc;
C-omputer accesories are not spared,
E-very state is put at
R-isk.
Topic: Birthday of Angelica V. Pacer (June 19)
I fasten my seatbelt,
Remembering the Testament
I had scribbled —
The leanest Testament ever.
In it I had written,
Among other tattered rubbish?
I have nothing
Naked I came
Naked I shall fly away.
Seated by the window,
I borrowed courage from
The wings of frightened birds.
With one grunt of mechanical breath,
My feet squelched off the grimes of the
Soil,
And I befriended the skies,
My heartbeat louder than drums of war.
Betty Boop could not live forever, for naught
But this new version was a bit scary I thought
Her face was green, she had stitches too
I am a ghoul, she informed me, a bit of a boo
Never having met a ghoul before,
I turned and ran outside, straight out the door
She chased me up a hill and back two times
She smelled like lemons, mold, dirt and grimes
I did not stop running until I woke up with a gasp
Relieved that my time with Betty Boop Ghoul was past.