Short In A Trice Poems
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Once you make the same mistake twice
the results begin to come out in a trice
So you will have to pay for that a high price
Endangered penguins on the ice.
Small tuxedo wearing waiters.
Keep the party warm, in a trice
they'll need gaiters.
My Mum is Lovely,
She is very cuddly,
My Mum is always nice,
She can fix things in a trice,
My Mum is really kind,
Whatever I do she doesn't mind,
THE PENGUIN
The penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
There was a pretty young maiden from France
Much too modest to try the latest dance --
She got some advice
It worked in a trice --
Let loose an ant colony down her pants
Treacherous their ways
without sunlight's rays
Paths of sleet and ice
break our limbs in a trice
Youths may look, leap and laugh
Elders dare not make this gaffe
To care for a child
demands sacrifice
Whatever the need
to respond in a trice
For those with ambitions
seeking kudos and noise
Please fill your briefcase
with businessmen's toys
or...Where's the SPCA when you need 'em?
A farmer's wife who was not very nice
Mutilated a trio of disabled mice.
Each squeaked for its life
As she wielded her knife
And disencumbered them all of their tails in a trice.
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Each way they're sliced
Say them all in a trice
OK. Now roll the dice...
Santa I want, if you please,
all again to feel at ease.
Here on Soup, the place I liked
before all this malice and spite.
Although I risk being next I know.
I'm not afraid of them having a go.
Santa you know who's naughty or nice.
Work your magic in a trice.
29/11/2017
'Enry the VIIITH tried in vain to begat a son.
Despite 'is six marriages 'e 'ad nary a one.
To each of 'is wives 'e was not very nice
'E'd just as soon decapitate 'em in a trice!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Strength of mind and character bold,
A mother of Israel,this lass of old;
Filled with prophetic gifts & advice,
Speaking forth judgments in a trice;
Unafraid,she led forth ,from the front,
Destroying Cana's army in the hunt;
Her victory now,forever in a song,
Feminine leadership recalled e're long.
Tuff and Ruff, two dogs couldn’t bark
Owner took them to the park
Tuff was mauled by a Doberman Pincher
Who looked at Ruff, said “What’s your name sir?”
Ruff said “Ruff!” once, then twice
~ Pincher turned tail in a trice
I was damaged with a heart like ice.
You entered my life and in a trice
had melted my frozen layers
one by one. I've become
hot as a furnace next
your skin, my soul
twin. Let's begin
to live as one,
my dearest
honey
bun.
Young Bobby Tucker chats the whole day through
His teacher said, “That's all you ever do.
Today is geography,
what you can do for me
Is form a sentence using ‘Katmandu’
“I’m pretty certain you won’t have a clue
But I would like an answer out of you.”
“Well, Batman don’t chase mice,”
Bobby said in a trice
“But you can bet your life that Katmandu.”
I’ve gotten cards, I’ve gotten calls.
Acknowledgement is nice,
But wipe away ten years or so?
I’d do it in a trice.
I wouldn’t want to start again –
Once ‘round is quite enough –
But as the years add up, I’ll soon
Be calling Nature’s bluff.
Yet as it is, I’ll celebrate,
With some I hold so dear,
This date which means I’ve made it through
Another fleeting year.
steadfast soft stars aloft
in somber amours' mood,
a mere romantic breath
following in silence.
hued lambent music plays
subdued by patient love
not easily shooed away.
a kiss, a kiss, numb, hum
lust in a trice of time.
a wild chime inward braid
intimate desire hold unfolds,
whilst a breath sighs of sails
billowing across dark
freckled celestial waves.
6/14/2020
Desert dust devils reign supreme
Swirling in conditions extreme
Dry, cracked river bed yawns wide
Depleted source long denied
Armadillo negotiates
Lost to his instinctive traits
He halts to sniff a draught of air
Frenzied digging does then occur
Grubbing for ants, worms or mice?
He digs a deep hole in a trice
Ground darkens to a muddy brown
The scent of water.......his home found.
a pebble in the ocean
grain of sand on the shore
an ant on the sidewalk
and millions more
baby in a bassinet
or in a high chair
gently placed in a car seat
tender loving care
some say life's without meaning
speeding by in a trice
shh! mom and baby are snuggling
so lovely, so nice
May 31, 2021
All Yours (June 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
"Pleasure is the carrot dangled
To lead the ass to market or the precipice"
And when it is astutely angled
It will its objective more than suffice
How many have fallen for such a reward
To find themselves embedded in ice
While hoping for a lustful concord
There comes no greater fall in a trice
When tangled in such a honeyed trap
For which must be paid the price
Of leaping ere you look to take the rap
Thrown a lifeline
To pull us ashore
Arrogance declines
The ego scores
Water near freezing
Not quite yet ice
Latent heat transforming
Matter in a trice
Eons of conditioning
Buried in the subconscious
Gurus grace uplifting
Makes ascension instantaneous
Mere recognition not freedom
It simply plots trajectory
To enter into a Gods kingdom
We need to rewrite our story
Dare we?
01-August-2020
This bird has flown
when all else failed
if only we'd known
that ship has sailed
and the plane's left the gate
but wait it's not too late
to radio the pilot
once twice or even thrice
while on the ground
ask him nice
if he'll turn around
in a trice and name the price
to retrace his track
as it won't be the first
unplanned taxi back
for whom the fuel burns
happenstance
of many happy returns
Written: September 24, 2024, For Mohan Chutani Minichu Contest
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My fate brilliance award
I'm stuck on a small path, getting wicked advice
floating sword
should strive to dream.
stoutly climb the steps in a trice
breeze stream!
high hope
weave breath precise
grope!!
my fate brilliance award
Stoutly climb the steps in a trice
grope!!
The fairer sex
How fair they aren't
When courting is in question
The fairer sex
How good they are
At beguiling and deception
Yet so in depth
Their traps prepared
Beauty - a treacherous invention
I think I know
Their ins and outs
Still this is no protection
From evil spells
For wedding bells
Will cloud your best perception
And in a trice
Your gagged and bound
In an altarly direction
[I wrote this in 1989 well before I got married...]
What are riches but silver and gold
yet silver and gold can go away
What is wealth but good health
that can vanish in a trice
What greater treasure is there than a happy, loving family
before Disputes, Divorce and Death exact their inevitable toll...
Woe to the man who puts his trust in this world
A fortune has he who serves the Lord ~ eternally happy