Short Hackneyed Poems

“you know, 
if you put all that energy 
towards something productive,
then eventually 
i will ****
you.”...

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Some people are all Smartness;
Their brains are so convoluted
Under straight curves
Producing all kinds of trivialities
In hackneyed lines; 
Darn, they are good!...

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a showpiece
a speciality
        to 
           declaim:
visually clever
a retort even
to circulate:
enfolded
in a prestigious
compendium
of the poetsirregular&glib-
a hackneyed canticle
to provoke
           or not...

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Hutzpah

Helpless humanity

Heralds sorrowful hell

Hector heaps rebellion

Henceforth his chariot

Hijacked beaten hackneyed 

Haphazardly harbours

Hopeful hutzpah no more



17th February 2017

Written for Pleaides H contest

Checked howmanysyllables.com...

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Moth-eaten hag was a big battle-ax biddy
A hackneyed hag who wandered New York City
Grandam of the alley, a smelly aged fish wife
Aren’t you glad you did not have her kind of life?

Don’t be so hasty to judge, said my friend.
She had cats and companions to the very end.
The homeless took care of her, they loved her too.
Who is going to do the boo-hooing for you?...

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there was the cynosure on your sky
you, the convergent point of poetry
I forgot to learn your all inner eye
and failed there to make Buddha tree

here, now, I’m to the hackneyed dark
a bearded holocaust bawl, 
I’m to me- a fresh skeleton, 
A barren bone of ravished love, 
grey yard of withered diction, 
the hemlock in dull speech, 
caged phantom of prose


-March 06, 2019 Chattogram...

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When one door opens, another door closes
Hackneyed this saying, but never exposed it
Like the love in red on rarest roses
Faith takes pictures, but not in my poses
Until you enter the room before the door closes
Then faith is all you have, stay true to what you got
Hope for the credence, so the worst can not
Now open every door so your dawn burn hot
And stay true to your hope till you hit that spot...

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when a friend eagerly tosses 
     a hackneyed joke that you're
          sure will puff out in midair;

or when you contrive a laughter
     and he knows you know 
          you're just humoring him;

or when he dishes out more
     jokes believing you're asking
          for more when you're not;

and when you laugh at his being
     so dense, and he laughs at
          your thin pretense!...

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She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.

She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.

She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.

I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!...

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We may have had none, one, two, or more
Intricate mistakes we quell to adore 
Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart
Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start
Remiss to the love that ensure no art
Mad that it happened, we wish it never did
We tried to intact the emotions that we hid
Until we hackneyed three words for bid
“I love you” manifest the aspersion for real
When the heart cajoled its life to kill...

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He climbs up rhythmically 
keeping his legs
within a ring of rope 
like his life.

Intuition assures
the ripeness; 
life-nut falls down  
from the tree top.

Just a slip
will end in all end, 
but practice
rarely slips.

Though the ways are hackneyed, 
he’s honeyed and free
under his calluses.

Morrows and yesterdays,
he never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
like the coconut tree leaves....

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Those sanctified structures of verse,
plot and rhyme--why do I find them
no help to me now?
I want to produce something
imagined not recollected.
My inner voice becomes tongue-tied;
it trembles searching for the words
to guide me to inspiration.
So at times everything I write
with the threadbare lack of genius
seems wearily; worn-out ; hackneyed
often painfully paralyzed.
A mésalliance I admit 
Still I strive to caress the light....

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I could say she’s very lovely
Her complexion as smooth as silk
There’s no doubt in its verity
but she’s of a different ilk.
No words can express her beauty
To try would be a futile whim
The words would be a blaspheme-
To parrot them would be a sin.
Frenchmen would say vous êtes beau
A hackneyed phrase she heard before;
Italians, siete bello
Same old phrase from a different shore.
The fact is, her” beauty is truth”-
An ephemeral time of youth....

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The watch was
at 6:00 AM to
12 at noon..,
I used to be a 
ponytailed girl
and in pinching shoon.,
Unfounded copied
Archimedes principle 
And schrodinger equation..,
Hackneyed to home 
dipped  in
infuriation.   
                                               
The time from
9:00 PM to midnight fire..,
the nighty miss
changed into
blonde blushy rhymer.,
Topsy turvy me
hearted out all..,
Pink Orchids,
Blue Morphos
and 
Blooming Me,
with a doll....

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Love poems, how trite they become.
Their hackneyed themes we want to scream.
We purposely shy away from
That genre, teeming so it seems
With grandiloquent, large supplies
Of conjured words with empty rings
Of cheating hearts and love that dies.
Ad nauseam is all it brings.
We wish just once that we could read
Where love’s expressed differently:
Brand new verses that supersede
Love’s banal themes in poetry.
Love-lost poems are sickening
But most of all they are boring....

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