Short Huh Poems
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Who?..
What?....
when?...
Where?...
why?...
I
Know
Smugglers
Like to cheat.
It hurts all of us,
Especially in this bad heat.
Do you think we will mysteriously meet someday?
Thank you, J. for your input.
I can see it
The beauty...
The kindness...
The feeling...
The love...
The butterflies I get...
When I'm around dogs...
You are indeed giving this poem a ***** look.
It echoes in me
For her voice topples me all
Am I in trouble
- for you mamibeah
living in the shadow
the shadow of shame
one little slip
and all of it goes away
don't expect change by not
changing your self
Work hard for your living
and remember nothing
is erasable
HUH
now let me get this straight
you want a haiku that reads
like a senryu but shouldn’t
diviate from the form
unless of course it furthers
the end of the means.
HUH
John G. Lawless
912015
Form:
Some freezing rain is predicted today
Gonna stay put, the prognosticators I'll obey
Consider my life precious
Love eating lettuce
With gobs of sweet dressing, delicious that way
Huh???
Some freezing rain is predicted today
Gonna stay put, the prognosticators I'll obey
Consider my life precious
Love eating lettuce
With gobs of coleslaw dressing, delicious that way
Huh???
What?
Yeah, I suppose
I told the
dentist that
my mouth looks like
a 'dizzy be-itch'
Huh? Yeah, yeah
My eyes are fine
just fine ~
What I've got
is lysdexia
of de dongue
oh yeah, and
sidus codgesdion
I FEEL SO CONFUSED SO LOST AND TRAPPED
THE WHEEL IS TURNING NOT KNOWING WHEN IT'S TO STOP
SO MUCH PRESURE IM SPINNING AROUND AND AROUND LIFE SO
TWISTED IN THIS STATE OF UNBELEIF
WHY IS IT THE ONLY EMOTION
IM FEELING IS CONFUSSION AND GREIF
Perplexing,
difficult to explain.
beautiful,
sweet,
unique,
intelligent,
adorable,
kind,
nurturing,
unbelievable!!!!!
YOU ALL,
simple,yet complex!!!!
GOD'S GIFTS!!!!!
WOMEN........
I JUST DON'T GET!!!!!!
HUH??????????
three trotting turtles
slowly raise a cloud of dust
neck and neck finish
six hissing serpents
surreptitiously slither
escaping their pasts
three city ground hogs
shaking their "jay-lo" booties
cross against the light
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023
When wars are fought in faraway places,
and we don’t recognize the soldiers faces,
then the bombs and bullets mean little to us.
We’ll watch it with concern a day or two,
then quickly lose interest like we always do,
and wonder why there was ever such a fuss.
Same inflection in his voice
both when he said
"no comment, please"
and
"have a nice day."
So I won't comment
on good or bad.
But, I must ask.
For some there exists
No home in the light
And
No home in the shadows.
Where should they reside?
The grave?
Hurry up and go;
Slow down and wait;
Drink when your hungry;
and Fast when your thirsty?
~
Dream while your awaken;
Sleep while your body is dead;
Even blindmen read books;
Some even drive, toboggans and sleds;
12/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
'Sweet are the uses
of adversity,
as the heart grows fonder
by diversity,'
as, hoping to raise a smile,
yet nutty as a fruitcake,
I spoke none too fast
at someone fun to poke
but slow on the uptake,
as tho' it takes quite a while,
he who laughs last,
finally gets the joke.
Why is it always the people,
Who you think you know the most,
That dumbfound you with such hidden talent,
As to render you're own mind lost.
You stand in awe and admiration,
Ignoring the envious beast grappling at your ankle,
Content with feeling joy and pride,
Wondering what the heck turned the handle.
I am on the phone pretending to listen
the speaker drones on and on and on and on
I have heard all of her sad sack stories before
same hum drum, bore snore stories
I don’t even know these people
Mostly neighbors she spies on from a front window
Every once in a while, I say “uh-huh” or “oh no”
This keeps the chatter rolling
honjitsu no taisen
card o happuou shimasu
liyou lo shai
20 pun ippon shoubu
omatase shimaa
shiai wokaishi itashimasu
conduct code
july 24----august 9 2020
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lucha libre
luchador
rudo
tecnico
Huh
There was a sound outside.
It was louder than it should have been,
and, yet not loud enough.
A few people heard it, and they told others.
The news of the noise spread.
They tried to get closer,
to come from all over,
to hear, what no one heard…
What no one said.
The sound was outside.
(no one is listening still… )
The timpani of rushing winds
In constant echoes in his ears
Higher notes of static ether
distorting interference as he sat
Waiting for that moment when
His thoughts could wander back to then
Without a conscious thread to use
his mind could rest from such abuse
And freely soar alone
To answer all those frantic thoughts
So fraught with tangled weaving
A ship at sail without a port
He felt his aura leaving
Let me tell you...
They are big, they are tall
They are tiny they are small.
Teeth, that need brushing,
Breath that needs gum.
Toe jam like jelly?
And a big belly?
They live at the school in books,
the museum on field trips,
and under my bed on rainy days,
when we all get scared.
They make me laugh when their purple,
They make me smile now, all grown up.
They are gone, but they live on.
Dinosaurs huh, dust of dreams.
The doctor was away so the nurse practitioner called
To see how I was doing after my stint in the hospital.
I was in big pain and cried during the entire phone call.
She said I should probably go back to the E.R.
I asked "Which E.R.?" I have been to two.
She said she did not think they could help me but maybe an E.R. could.
She ended with "Have a nice day."
HEH?
(See title if you do not know this acronym I made up to honour her).
She slipped from among us
in search of good hummus,
like a whispery breeze
at the scent of chickpeas;
escapes for tahini
rivalled old Houdini.
Her nose for good cumin
was simply inhuman,
her longings, appeasing
on lemony squeezings.
She never found fault
with a good pink rock salt,
and oft was caught splurging
on fine extra virgin.
But she went on a bender,
took a shine to a blender,
sliced her tongue on that trough,
and her hum is still off…
He makes me do such silly things,
Terror and trouble he surely brings.
Gum in hair, and sticks in wheels,
No care for how everyone feels.
Mud pies thrown through the sky,
Embarassed my sister in front of that guy.
Things i did i will not soon forget,
Uh-huh. the devil made me do it.
Sugar in salt, and salt in sugar,
Made my brother eat that booger.
Sorry is a word unsaid,
Hand in cup equals pee in bed.
I cannot say that i hold any regret,
The devil surely made me do it.