Short Hour Poems
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After happy hour hilarity
Impaired masses of humanity
Reveling in their badness
Join rush hour madness
In that lonely, quiet hour,
Alone with just your soul;
Guile has no place, nor power,
And pretence, none at all!
~Mel
a tired sun setting
below western horizon
five o'clock somewhere
written July 5, 2021
midnight came and went
witching hour cast no ripples~
slumber undisturbed
Pixabay image by Orlandow
The hour is an early one,
I sit at my desk and I work.
Potential is in my they say,
but why can't I get it to come out?
sky black as midnight
clouds move fast as day slides by
light flash in dark sky
Must've been daylight savings time
For a hour ago
You loved me
You liked me
You used me
An hour ago you wasted my time
A hour ago
The definition of a hustle play
No point in crying over yesterday
Don't be a nickel looking for a dime
It's always peanut butter time
when will this hour end
the thought of the last day follow
i know you have much to do
the fact that its almost over is hard to swallow
The midnight hour is here,
When the previous day disappears....
You thank God for this wonderful day,
And sleep will erase all your cares away.
a tranquil night
a seren sight
and a bird thats never witnessed flight
the world can be both sweet and sour
as people watch the twilight hour.
Jack o'lanterns were all alight
To frighten spooks throughout the night
But there was an hitch
When a nasty witch
Made all our candy Kryptonite
Right this second I'm thinking about what the next minute will bring, yet again what about the next hour , yet alone the week , as well as the month?
The carefree invitation
belied the anxious creases
in her gestures
Tense hors d'oeuvres
paraded past frozen smiles
invisible the pale moon
birds sing
on wing
big yawn
at dawn
sun's out
no doubt
sunrise
rubs eyes
gets up
makes cup...
of tea,
felt free!
Thirteen stricks the clock.
Cob webs dance in the corner of darkness;
Cats are always on the prowl, and ghosts,
Still scare little kids in their dreams
Form:
I wander and wander about.
I'm too tired to go to bed.
Distracted at every possible opportunity.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If it truly be the Witching Hour
from witch’s brew we need not cower
Only where’s the timepiece so precise
it rejects fresh hemlock for garden spice
Stepping off the ledge,
out of the fog
—I cast my fate
As time again dared,
all blinders off
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Five p.m. is Happy Hour
We buy some drinks for others
Alcoholic fellowship has made us into brothers...
Back at work at nine a.m. ~ Whiskey's memory's sour
Empty moments'
Moments' in a glass
Once kept' in a glass
Of hours'
Where it has been kept
For hours'
Only to be released
In seconds'
By the hour'
GF
Sixteen hours ahead of time
you sleep in my tomorrow
a half a world apart
I loving you – iambic rhyme
long pierced by Cupid’s arrow
another has your heart.
The Sun smiles a proud proprietor's grin
as raindrops splash and sink in
to a thirsty earth whose crops and flowers
drink the elixir in ~ It's Happy Hour!
Going to the town store,
during rush hour, a chore.
I ran to the door, fell.
Keys now lost on the floor,
but no keys could be found.
Oh, they're in my pocket!
Stepping off the edge
and into the fog,
—I cast my fate
As time then dared
all blinders off,
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)