Short Huts Poems

my back huts
the feet cracks
but this man rides me on...

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Heavy rains make flood
Earthworms crawling to mud huts
Concerned for safe life 


- Wednesday, July 3, 2019 Chattogram...

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Monoku  Prayers



Those who live in grass huts speak no prayers for rain, but do bless the dew…





S.Y. Eslinger 12/28/2024

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There wad a young man who was nuts
And always lived in garden huts
He screamed at night
And we all got a fright
But I blame all those welfare cuts...

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twinkling scattered stars
                                         lightning bulbs of distant huts
                                                sees alike from far...

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Kiwi felt like a giant klutz
Tried to fly, but he fell on his butts.
After six attempts, said “this is nuts”.
He began to walk then from huts to huts.
Here he comes; he is a p...........

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colorful birds enjoy their apartment in the sky
exotic island-like Rubenesque bubble nests
fowls in a variety of gorgeous colors, reposing
their plain round grass huts show them off well....

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By sun-kissed sands on moonlit seas,
The ships are sailing in the breeze,
Around me rum and coconuts,
Calypso music, wooden huts,
My hammock tied between two trees.

Jack Horne for Gail’s contest...

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Redeeming Feautures

One of my features which would redeem
Is I always liked eating cold ice cream
With whipped cream and many nuts
Hearing natives singing from huts
And clams when they start to steam.

Jim Horn...

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Let’s have a party in a hurricane,
Crazy couple said who lived down the lane
We thought they were nuts
Batted down our grass huts,
Wasted time. They were plainly more sane.

Written: 9-02-2019
Contest: Make me Laugh
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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Squirrels in trees
foraging for nuts.
Raiding bird feeders,
filling their huts.

Fat gray ones seen,
moving in struts.
Loudly chattering,
with twitching butts!

11/16/19

Contest: McWhirtle Me Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Charles Messinah...

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Shout and cries rose from the huts
hope and trust absorb their hearts
burn and pain leave the scar of their lives
but grashopper's fly smashes their memories
but the little baby cries' rub the sweat in their palms
troubles end with impossibles....

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red ink spilled around?
hundred hearts bleeding hugely?
masterminded murder?

why does orange peep?
why does bold black blink about ---
midst mild melodies...?

rainbow reigns the realm 
migratory birds fly back ---
humming souls in huts


25 May 2023...

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The sun has set 
and left me here

bones stretching out
towards the heart
of the heat

as my spine cracks
across the sand

I press my lips
together and
taste

the salt on
the air

the black mist on
the sea

the promise on the
wind that reassured me

that you’d come back
to me...

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“Be still for Chrisake!
The head is crowning. 
Now be still, damn you!”

These women are the damned
Crammed into slab huts
At the edge of Hell.
Condemned as sluts,
Their bellies swell
With hunger
Or some bastard’s bastard brats.

"Be still, please God!
Let the brat be still!"...

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"Traveling to cities door to door,
red mud huts with dirt floors,
trying to give but they don't want anymore;
not if it involves war.
What is it then, which I am fighting for?
Drawing first blood for a cause misunderstood
is no good,
on the whole;
you can't defeat those fighting for their soul."...

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To watch out this film to the end I crave
Passing the beach huts on the shore
I go to the sea and float on the wave
Because there’s no other way to go
Then the tide comes to throw me back
As the wave is tired of playing with me
On the sand I lie among the sea wrack
Just watching this dream irrevocably.
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breeze of flute
in the bamboo
woods
she blows out
blazing butterflies
of red yellow and
blue
patterns lost in the
distance
hamstrings are taut
we are de escalating
clusters of huts in 
the destroyed villages
of the greedy war
black roads curve like
snakes
tiny movements in
the man made paths
why do we worry...

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Howling artic gusts
frighten birds on snow clad trees
frozen wings swept off

Winter sun burns ice
storm force gales melt and mellow
creatures free to roam

Window frames rattle
wooden huts quake in harsh climes
homely folks cluster

Reindeer sleigh dots sky
children’s starry-eyed rapt gleam
carols thaw iced fog...

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Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight....

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In the beginning 
was the Word, so they say.
God said the Word 
was good, we are told,
so we rejoice in the Word.
But where is the Word
that stops bullets from flying,
bombs from falling,
and missiles from exploding?
Where is the Word that allows
people to come out from
huts and caves, to stand
listening to the silence?...

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Jungle by night

In the far jungle
The big bear of darkness lay
Crouched all night on leafy ground.

It glared through eyes of
Oil lamps of far away huts.
When dawn came, it slunk away.

07/Dec/12
Form: Personification in Form ‘Sedoka’( Syllables: 5-7-7, 5-7-7 )

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Motif: Nature

For Mary Oliver Rotman...

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Nation's full of devastation,
Famine and drought.
In a world full of technology,
Yet we still can't work it out.
Have we come any further
From when we lived in a cave,
From the iron age of man,
To make chains to enslave.
When people are still living
In huts made of mud,
Has all of this technology
Really done any good.


15/8/2021...

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War is such an awful thing, 
insanity can sometimes bring, 
like my cousin the zippo man, 
who burnt the huts the squealing and,
 came home and shot himself... 
poor John was damned...by Vietnam.


sad and true and tears the heart,
war is deadly, the aching part,
they go away, do not return,
just leave living heartache burns,
no delight...Don Johnson...

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a flute played in the rain
splashing through puddles of memory
as if it were insane

they peered from feather huts
others from dusty drapes
when a cloud halts in spasm
a rainbow withers away

the postman never noticed,
he tossed false sparkle  
over the growing gray 

time only takes notice
upon deaths tassled sashay
or
when mud puddles glitter
as flutes plays in the rain...

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