Short Improperly Poems
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Why Men don't stay Silent
to hear the inner voices ...?
Why they insist on speaking
what they improperly say
without cognize what they say..!?
Imagine if you will, someone chewed you improperly long. How on earth would you feel? And then did not even swallow. But spat you out. Imagine that if you will.
Supporting bridges over ravines
or gap-toothed kings and queens
abutments may be improperly named
BUT they’re effective all the same
So many times my heart has been broken;
Tiny little pieces scattered about.
As I try to put myself back together,
I realize I can't be fixed; only improperly mended.
Bungling Bankers and Brutal Bakers
There are those who were muck rakers,
As well as liars, losers and breath takers;
Improperly invested,
And poorly digested;
Been bungling bankers and brutal bakers.
Jim Horn
Fractured
What are we to make of five over three improperly?
Ah, convert to one plus two over three, properly.
Yes, but what now of one plus two over three?
‘Tis a most proper one over three of five you see.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2019
Improperly furnished with words alike the proper onstage guffawed and remarked, slighted and sent ribbons for acts that blanket at dusk with the manuscript rack, heaving against the pages like a concubine the throes of these pages batches of wine, like those that are deleterious these are cursed the same but they struck from their pages, the unequal dim range.
Melting down,crossing barriers, breaking out,stepping around.
Pieces fragmenting,character
isolating.
Green-acid,hair follicles,
white is the blank slate,painting blues with reds.
Freaks from a sideshow,
muscles in the sea;
six-packs in a grog-shop,
dancing improperly.
Beguiled by your bounce,sleep-walking this town.
Fine is the white wine,
poisoning the liver,spining on a sixpence.
Hanging in the inside of a drain
as change tries to wash me down
trying to de-ass my head
if you are on the verge
of a breakdown
wouldn't you step over the line
Chases best when the goose
is at its wildest
Improperly proper
Is that life or did a fart just itself
The night pulls itself
across the sky
as my sighs try to capture the twinkling dead light
and the chill wears my skin
and no effort can begin
for i no longer can lift my chin
Just the whim of a whim