Short Laurence Poems

all the kings men said
laurence minot found to me
and needed to be...

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Laurence Welk's own bubble machine
Blew airheads inside the pop scene
So puffed up with air
That they did not care
A needle delivers vaccine...

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Blip

This is a short poem. 
Not a long one like the rest. 
(not haiku)
This is about time, 
and saying a lot in a small space.
Updates to follow.
Be quiet... (calm)

?...

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Yesterday

We 
that can remember
keep-alive
those that have been forgotten,
in the small room,
the place in our hearts,
where God 
plants the best flowers,
and no tears…
fall....

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Like Laurence of Arabia in a camel race,
hump day can go by at a very fast pace,
while there are other times,
camel spits me in the eye,
and over the hump is no piece of cake.





11-2-16...

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L-iterary
A-uthor's
U-nique
R-egards
E-mploy
N-atal
C-omposition's
E-xcellent

P-oem
E-ndorsing
J-oyful
E-vent

Topic: Birthday of Laurence Peje (February 21) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Longing

Little mermaid on the rock, 
Wishing and wondering, 
What it would be like, 
just to walk?

Little girl in a chair, 
riding around on wheels of air…
Wondering; what it is like… to feel?...

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Singing birds emerging.
Pretty flowers are blooming.
Rabbits are hopping.
In spring things start living.
Nests of eggs are cracking.
Gardens are now growing.

Written Date: 1/21/2020
Acrostic Rhyme Poem...

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925

They are pure silver, 
and have no idea. 
They are humble and kind, 
pray for each other, 
and welcome strangers.

Yet polished or aged, 
vintage of freshly fired, 
the address is the same. 

925...

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Grief

God gave me an angel, 
a wife, 
a helpmate.
I had no idea the worth of that gift, 
bestowed upon my unworthy life.

Regret has nothing to do 
with the sister of joy.  
Loss is the little brother, 
of the spoiled....

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"V"irus now controlling the world.
"I"n every home changes are coming.
"R"un to the store to get what you need.
"U"se peace not fear to escape the stress.
"S"un rises, sun sets with more deaths each day.

Date Written: 3/13/2020...

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Whisper
 
A subtle current,
a fierce expression,
of a gentle feeling, 
wild,
powerful, 
no longer held contained 
by any restraint. 
 
Not weak, as may be expected, 
but the very difference...
between life and death. 

Listen....

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A Blip Offering

I
we
they
and...

a show
a play
a picnic
an event

chaos
loss
grief
love
laughter

joy
connection
wisdom
truth

stranger
family
friend
soul mate

God


(free verse until it is no longer free...)...

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Paul Laurence Dunbar
In terms of poetic excellence, he set a high bar 

He was called "the poet of his people", so adept
At writing his poems in African-American dialect


Date written and posted: 04/14/2019...

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A sunny day for you,
a sunny day for me.
A day to say,
I love you.
A day for you to say,
you love me too.

Written Date: 3/31/2020

Honorable Mention     BRIAN'S SELECT 9, any form, any theme Contest Judged:6/9/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of them. 

All of them!

Pick them fresh, 
and make a bouquet, 
that I can take to my friend, 
on her special day....

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Reader Rabbit

Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up, 
in anticipation of the climatic finish. 

Yet sadly, 
the build-up...
was the part we savored, 
on the perfect path
to the right...
final, 
and everlasting
word(s).

The beginning....

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M-essage
A-bout
R-emarkable
K-nowledge

L-ets
A-crostic
U-se
R-ighteous
E-xpression
N-icely
C-reating
E-xcellent

C-onnotation
A-s
S-cribe
A-pplies
U-nique
L-ine

Topic: Birthday of Mark Laurence Casaul (July 02) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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In the cold space,
between the ceiling and the rafters, 
angels drift like butterflies, 
ever answering the calls, 
of both hope and sorrow! 

A mother's song, 
a father's whisper. 
A loved one lost, and one born.
Close to heaven and ever nearer to hell....

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The Map Undrawn

Written in the snow, 
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent. 

The way to heaven... 
is seen, 
fleeting in its passing, 
like a dream. 

Unquestioned,
by the faithful.
Celebrated,
by the hopeful, 
ever thankful.

His mercy!
Prayerful,
and diligent
the remnant remain....

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Easter                                                                                                        eggs in baskets                                                                                                eater



Sunday
He has risen
third day



Table
food everywhere
exceptable

Date Written: 4/7/2020...

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Filial Child 

Halfway to heaven, 
so thrilled to be saved.
My life, 
changed forever.
Filled with your spirit,
wrestles to serve. 

On fire…
in the night,
running through the streets, 
until I fall… before You.

Dancing for My Lord, 
To a music that has always been, 
and will forever be, 
echoed in all men’s souls....

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Distance Squared

The speed of light
is exactly how fast
my heart sends;
every prayer, 
every good thought, 
every perfect wish! 

The bright candle between us, 
it is the sun itself. 
 
The solar wind fills the sails
of my forever ship, 
longing to journey to you. 

Mermaid, 
sunfish, 
nova
eclipse, 
the moon is full, 
and I am lost in space....

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Butterflies around,                                                                                  
angels surround.
Fly little butterfly,
did you just go by.
Fly to the angels near you,
with your wings of blue.
Come near to me,
please do not flee.

Date Written: 3/28/2020

Honorable Mention   A CHEERFUL RHYME  Contest Judged:4/6/2020 
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies.

five urban colours
through unflinching eyes.

tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play.

smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day.

sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes.

strange brooding faces
and marionettes.

people bent walking
with heads looking down

 - if lowry was living
he'd have painted my town....

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