Short Gwendolen Poems

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Gun-O-Ku

trigger fingers flex
innocent victims crumple
questions unanswered


For the "Gun"-o-ku poetry contest sponsored by Gwendolen R.
Form: Haiku


Misuse of Gun

dead bodies on 
ground...
he goes for a 
shooting spree
to appease himself



CONTEST:"A 'Gun'-o-
Ku" sponsored by 
Gwendolen Rix
Form: Haiku

Four Leaf Clovers

I sat there for hours

Sprawled out on a carpet of green

Searching for a four leaf clover

NO LUCK!


Written by Gwendolen Rix
11-21-14

Premium Member Superior Itch

superior itch must be scratched using a gun insanity plea
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gwendolen R.'s "A "Gun"-o-ku" contest 1/20/2013
Form: Haiku

Premium Member His Gun Is Loaded

his gun is loaded -
     
 back home on his Facebook page . . . 

                    their numerous taunts


For the A "Gun"-o-ku Poetry Contest of Gwendolen R
Form: Haiku


War

Mothers cry for fallen sons
The war is over they say
If Congress sent their young ones
Our troops would be home today

Third place in Chastushka Form contest (Gwendolen Rix)

Millions of Daisies

Daisies

Millions of them!

Singing in the meadow

Smiling at the gentle breeze

Jubilant giggles at the site of passing butterflies





gwendolen rix
12-25-14

Was It Somethiggg I Said

They're quickly away from my side.
My sneezing they just can't abide.
I've blown my nose off.
Peppered them with my cough.
Now I'm here all alone on this ride! 


for ~Gwendolen~'s Sneezing Limerick contest
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Trees Like Friends

Trees like friends are always around

They allow me to nestle beneath their shade

When it seems like good friends can never be found

I counted twenty-something tree friends I’ve already made!


Gwendolen Rix
5-20-14
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Great Government Recreate

Boredom, disgust, hearing lies Political debates wait One is good as the other guys Great government recreate Contest: Chastushka Form/Russian Poetry Sponsor: Gwendolen Rix Click on "About This Poem"

Premium Member The Flu Enveloped Me

I started the day wholly fresh and free
Allowing this flu to envelope me
I sparked a fever
Puked up a beaver
Waiting for the day I’ll heal so fully

Russell Sivey

Entrant into ~Gwendolen~'s "The Sneezing Limerick Contest"
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Good-For-You Fast Food

Toasted Italian bread. Yum! I love tuna, but today - beef and provolone, mayo, onions, greens. . . . I open my mouth and insert Foot!
Written April 27 for Gwendolen Rix' contest: "Fast Food Epulaeryu"
Form: Epulaeryu

Premium Member Circus Acts - Beware the Common Cold

The phenomenon known as a sneeze Hits with major velocity. Jeez! What a mess might ensue If you heard an “A-choo!” From the guy on the flying trapeze.
For The Sneezing Limerick Poetry Contest hosted by ~Gwendolen~
Form: Limerick

Premium Member What Did He Do

From President Bill Clinton With his balancing of the budget Monica Lewinsky in chiffon Both doing what they’ll regret
Entrant into Gwendolen Rix's "Chastushka Form-Russian Poetry" contest 2/8/2012

No Excuses

Some use tissue to blow their nose,
others rinse with a garden hose;
sneezing can cause one to fart,
blaming others is an art...
Help us all as flu season grows!



For "The Sneezing Limerick Contest" sponsored by Gwendolen.
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Modern Governance

Modern Governance


Vote-bank thoughts and woes of dissent
Leave them lost mumbling  excuses
Making quick bucks their time well-spent
Leaving behind SCAMS in excess.


For  Gwendolen Rix’s  Chastushka form contest,  16th Feb 12

My Mum Served Me Coffee

Since I was three my mum served me coffee

I was her first child so she was merely experimenting

I bounced to and fro and spoke faster than she

By the time I was four she switched me to decaffeinated tea!


Gwendolen Rix
5-20-14
Form: Rhyme

A Big Mac

On the road in hungry mode, 
Golden arches call! 
Stomach immensely howling, 
“Big Mac” has attacked.
Hamburger and cheese 
Zingy sauce to please, 
Gulp it down!
Plump!

Written 5/5/11 for Gwendolen Rix Fast Food Epulaeryu contest.
Form: Epulaeryu

Premium Member No Resolutions

Like the path that I rarely take My resolutions I will not break I don’t like to start these Even if they’re a breeze For no resolutions will I make
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gwendolen R.'s "A Limerick in My Pocket" contest 12/31/2013
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Gwen

A sweet poetess named Gwen
is like the Soup's mother hen.
I think she must never tire,
always here giving words to inspire!


Does anyone remember the sweetie, Gwendolen?
I wrote this for her a few years ago but she has
been gone almost two years now. Sure miss her!!
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member The Gods

`The 112th congress quibbles, fickle, frizzing, drizzle of dubious dribble, while we wait, …on the sick, fickle, trickle of dribble ,from their quibbles of fizzling sizzle. For and In Honor of Gwendolen Rix And contest: Big Kid Tongue Twister Challenge

The Smiling Sunflower

*The Smiling Sunflower*

The petals of each flower frame the perfect smile

Long cylindrical petals curling up next to each other

Look how sweet and tender my sunflower is

Standing next to hundreds of others rising to the occasion

Of my coming sun


Gwendolen Rix
6-8-14

Caterpillars Search For Treasures

Caterpillars creeping and crawling

Along the forest floor

Seeking hidden treasures from 

Centuries before

Covered in extravagant velvety moss

And beneath earthen engraved rocks

Hidden treasures galore!


Written by Gwendolen Rix
6-9-14
(Inspired by the Holy Spirit)
Form: Rhyme

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a tonic

A most powerful potion

It goes down ever so smoothly 

It tickles my tummy

A surprise in the middle of a turbulent hot day

The cure for what ails my scorched heart

Forgiveness goes down the hatchet and just hits the spot!


Gwendolen Rix
5-21-15
Form: Pastoral

Get Back Chicken

Chicken, get back; don’t peck me
For the cleaver in my hand
Just think, could be, soon chopping thee.
Dinner captured, cleaned and panned.

© February 16, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Chastushka Form-Russian Poetry 
Sponsored by: Gwendolen Rix

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