Short Ish Poems

King Arthur
  was no Siddartha...

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You call me
hear
here
I answer

~Haiku.ish?...

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See trees
Dancing free
Waving in wind
Bending to not be broke-
endurance...

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I really gotta practice-- 
if I'm gonna pick up Spanish!
Using it a bit more everyday; 
well, that's my plan-ish...

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H=Honest
E=Easy-going
A=Admirable
T=Tough- love
H=Hero
E=Excellent
R=Respected

S=Super
T=Tolerating patience
R=Reasuring
A=Atomic
N=Nanny-ish
D=Dependable...

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Arty stuff No 6

That renaissance-ish artist Raphael,
Was sketching while sat in a gale,
A gust took his pad
Which made him quite sad,
As his subject was Jonahs'  great whale!...

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Scribbles.
Some pages lie torn.
the remains of
a sandwich lie on a 
carpet worn.
A schwitz-ish body lies
dead
on the floor.
Nothing is happening,
and that was the 
problem....

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V-ery
A-wesome
N-atal
G-reeting
I-s
E-xcellently

C-omposed
O-ffering
N-ice
W-ish
I-mpressively

Topic: Birthday of Vangie G. Conwi(August 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Once a person has reached the limits
of his or her capacity for tolerance
where does it go?

Hell?
Strip joints?
Makeup counters?
Politics?

Clingy stuff that needs only a dryer sheet
for ad believers

otherwise it's kinda ohm-ish...

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Egbert is a strange young lad, he’s neither egg nor bee.
He’s also neither bee nor egg so, what could Egbert be?
He’s bee-ish in an eggy way, and he’s eggish like a bee,
When you ask him what he is, he says, “I’m Egbert. I’m just me!”...

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Incorporate, fifty word or less, must rhyme, and make some distorted Bell-ish 
sense;

Neutron star in a can of tuna
Feathered boa on my poodle
Cooking Black Flag noodles
sweet candy of concrete and caramel
Oop, I fell in my Fruit Loops!

Good Luck!!...

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ISH-CA-DUTA mean's that I just don't know...

*******People Spell to Literally******

*
i dnt hve aaa spl=cke
I din't kno wht tu du a
So iF u can read ths msg
Thn u neeed an spel-Ck-Tu-a

                GF



******I NEED A SPELL-CHECK RECOVERY BOTTON888_______...

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I'm tired of chatting and chit
I looked in my mirror and took a glimpse
At my silhouette I'm the ish
I see a lot of fat I can grip
It's nothing diet and exercise won't fix
So imma keep working on it
I love the reflection I see staring back at me
With or without compliments...

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in your in
no cence
you seem
to be non
chalant
while i
don't 
make
any
sense

though i've
often seen
you burning
sandalwood
inscence 
smelling the
meditation
medication
peacefully
being one

with
your
self
but
i am
a self
ish man
even just
by saying
these words

i am...

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Poetry wakes me from my dead dreams.
I am like a woman who has been entombed.
My eyes pop open in a vampire-ish way.
My arms stretch out of my coffin bed.

What do you want? I ask Poetry.
Irritated, I look around in the dark.
Where is he? Where did he go?
Giving me only the last line again. I hate that!...

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Listen to poem:

Lost in dyslexic canyons
David J Walker

Washed in the flight  
Of a red-ish glaze 
The neurons bathe in
Their own light

Sometimes unable to translate 
The sights and
Sometimes the sounds 
That surround the visions of 
What could be

It’s how I see the world
From my view 
Lost in dyslexic canyons...

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H ope for a new start
A pproval of the things we do
P rosperous in our ambitions
P romise to be kept
Y earning for happiness

N oble person
E mpower making good decisions
W ish to be the best you can

Y ield to  obedience
E nlighten spiritually
A men
R edeemer, Jesus Christ

By Eve Roper
12/31/2014...

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Tayler
Different, Brave-ish, Energetic
Wishes to be free to do whatever
Dreams of people that can’t remember their dreams
Wants to become a great cosmetologist
Who wonders about life
Who fears of death at so young
Who is afraid of life
Who believes in God
Who loves life now
Who plans to live
Who feels different every day
Bryant...

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Salisbury Steak, that horrible dish
When they served it at school
All cold and brown-ish

Salisbury Steak, it always was cold
With ghoulish potatoes
If truth be told

Salisbury Steak and squeaky canned beans
Cut up real short
In a sick palish green

Salisbury Steak, it’s worth a fresh try
You might even like
That Salisbury guy...

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Kindness moves quickly between two lovers
Love is strong, the incense does waft through them
Mastered the heart of the rose they blossom
Never did they think they’d love like a gem
Great is the love seen by the romantics

Russell Sivey

Form Quatrain(ish)

Contest: An ABC Poem about LOVE
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo

5/22/2013...

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Icy lace scrawled across the window,
Four star bright eyes looking out,
One pair lit with sleep addled child's curiosity,
Another alight with kitten-ish mischief.

A hand reaches lazily toward the chilled glass,
A soft paw is raised to gently bat it down,
Soft fur and cold frost, and 
The smile of a boy and the purr of a kitten.

09/04/19
3...

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Ride brush, 
     stray search.
Sit high,
     leather perch.

Lasso thrown,
     dally wrapped.
Wind howls,
     brim flapped.

Chaps warm,
     gloved hand.
Twenty years,
     ride brand.

Spurs jingle,
     double rowel.
Heading home,
     round corral.

By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: August 06, 2003
Wednesday @ 1:40 a.m....

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Ding Dong School
was decidedly uncool
~ unhip even back in the day

Now ding dongs are snacks
Or students, who brains lack 
   They're always wrong
   Those poor ding dongs



"Ding Dong School" aired on
TV from 1952-1956.  It was
incredibly "1950-ish." The
headmistress, Miss Frances, 
a homely spinster, actually
rang a bell to start each show......

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i contemplate the miracle
of matrimony
of its myth-like status
on this lying and cheating marble
consider the piety and integrity
it represents
viewed through my self-
ish eyes

i contemplate the miracle
ability to love another
more
living on this cold hard marble
where smiles are bought and sold
baring ones teeth
at the prospect of self-
ish love...

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I have another long-ish piece - too long for here - called "thunderstorm"

It's about a around of frisbee-golf cut short by a storm

I know I could take things out - cut the piece to fit the brief "poem-section" limits - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*

Here's the URL:   https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/thunderstorm_9491

I hope you like it!...

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