Short Humors Poems
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truthful admissions
daisies flit through brain
a calm takes over
sense of humors
laugh together
with not at people
comfortable together
unafraid
idealism in love form
How fickle are the humors of the heart,
capricious and of alternating hue,
a masked chameleon of cunning art;
transmuting colours often hid from view.
11.10.20
An excerpt from my poem ' Colours of the heart'
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
sponsored by Gregory Barden
LaoTse, of Taoist fame,
like other healthy politicians,
psychologists,
philosophers,
and poets,
was interested in the humor within spirit-nature's wisdom and folly,
as the wisdom uncovered
through nature-spirit's kind and unkind humors,
Golden and ReverseGolden Rules
of robustly democratic moral integrity.
Let's start a new poem
should we focus
or should we roam
a forest, a breeze,
a lake, or some trees,
words, or birds ,
rumors or humors
abstract ~ concrete
pink, red roses
or hymn to a beat
rainy day or sunny heat
children playing~ flowers swaying
So far... my list of stock
to unlock this writer's block.
Copyright McCuen 2009
Maurice was crammed full of buttock-clenching humors
One day in the month of May he poked Jannie's tumors
'Oh they are real groovy'
'Must taste like anchovy'
"How can you be so sure?' 'they are under my bloomers'.
Listen to poem:
Before The Blacktop Ends
David J Walker
The world wends
And extends
A mile or two before
The blacktop ends
It ends in dust
It ends in rust
Transcends the trust of
Casuistic treasures
It measures miles
It humors trials
And tempers time
And fills the files
With pleasures
Only pleasures
And clings to things
Familiar
Before the blacktop ends
In the land of glitz and glitter.
Visionaires film moving pictures.
Acting out their fantasies.
Through love ,war, or tragedy.
Who got hot between the sheets.
To rhapsody's elusive beat.
As a plot began to steam
Audacity, almost Obscene.
Humors truth, alloyed themes.
Viewers rule, Android dreams.
Rumor sleuths, Tabloid screams.
Future jewels on a silver screen.
Bonnie and Clyde,
Pick a side,
Well, I know a better Bonnie, my friend,
Shes like a whole another trend,
Quiet as a mouse,
But evil as a haunted house,
Not really but her humors good,
Tough as wood,
But as soft as a marshmallow,
I have never heard her bellow,
I would just like to say, she's amazing,
And so, Kind,
She often forgets things.
So, she's not the one to remind,
But overall, she's the best,
And will pass any test.
Debonair raccoon had his pick of women of course.
He found them in the barn, cuddling next to the horse.
He liked them Rubenesque, reddish and round.
They gravitated him sleek and slick, marriage-bound.
The horse got jealous when Debonair took them away.
He liked female racoons. Many of them “made his day”.
They were eager to please, and their sense of humors were keen.
He thought when Debonair took them from him, he was being mean.
Let your words come like leeches
sucking bad blood from the body
of my work. Swell with pride
excising disturbing humors.
Ill, I have come, and arm-bare,
begging to be saved.
Open a vein, young apothecary.
There is plenty of humor to spare.
I do not mind the mending knife,
the fire of its kiss only brightens my chances of living.
I do not mind the gluttony of innocent words
as they draw away the poison.
Fever throbs in my ears.
Cure me.
Form:
We could do wheelies in the halls again
No, no. They'd confine us to our rooms for weeks
Yeah... Uh, we could pretend we're comatose
Nah. They'll switch up our medicines
Yeah. That would be brutal
How about another 'Best Glazed-Over Eyeball-Rolling' contest
Bingo. Sounds like a winner. Gimme ten minutes to put my eyeballs
back in their sockets
Sure thing. And don't forget the aqueous humors this time...
" I talk to God"
Although he already knows: what I'm about to say.
He humors me of course at all times.
I talk to God,
Knowingly know that free Will was given from the beginning of creation and time.
I talk to God,
For opening up; his loving and forgiving arms to me.
I talk to God,
And he has and will always welcome my company.
Even when I'm complaining.
I talk to God,
Form:
There once was a snowman named Clyde,
Who melted and nearly just died!
With a scarf and a hat,
He looked rather flat,
Now he chills in the fridge, safe inside.
A reindeer named Fred took the sleigh,
He thought, “I’ll take it my way!”
But up in the sky,
He went way too high,
Now he’s stuck in a tree ’til next May.
A turkey once tried to disguise,
As a chef, with ambition and ties!
With a pan and a pot,
He gave it a shot,
Now he’s roasted, despite all his lies.