Short Layout Poems

Lionel Trains Owner

Neil Young
Musical influences are far flung.
No doubt that he is way out,
Even touring with a Lionel layout....

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A question that has always bothered man
Since we first figured out the layout of the land
Coming down from the trees
Becoming you and me
Have us humans ever really had a plan?...

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His fifty sleazy shades he conceals 
Until his layout plans seal the deals. 
I wish I knew 
His greyish hue, 
I'd run, but too late - I'm over heels. 

February 24, 2023...

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Nothing further can be said. 
No more shall now be spoken

from dispassion's distant bed. 
Nothing further can be said, 

as such deals are, by the dead, 
struck mute. So even broken, 

nothing further can be said. 
No more shall now be spoken....

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When friends hold a conversation,
I drift away not listening...
lured by a strange motivation.  

I don't find humor in laughter,
and while they wisely layout plans,
I show no thrill other than fear.    
 

Entered in Nette oncloud's contest,
" Answer your Query " 
Written on 7/5/2016...

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It's a basic track layout
just a circle with you
as the central feature in the middle of it.

My train does not travel anywhere -
why should it? Don't care.

Sometime though
I imagine you onboard the loco
with me,
even though that model steam train
has been discontinued for many years....

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You think you’re the best
Your mind is at rest
You love with trust and zest 
Believing that deep down he feels the same.

But now I’m afraid
His love could abate
It looks like it's too late
Already in his dreams he calls her name.  



[I have to point out that this is not the usual tailed rhyme poem,
  it's my own personal layout.]...

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Puzzle out the tricky bits;
kloangs can give you fits: so sick!
Here's a form that gets precise,
but when it all clicks, the sound is nice!

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The Kloang is a Thai form containing 4 line stanzas with the following layout:
    x x x x a x b
    x x x x b x a
    x x x x b x c
    x x x x a x x x c...

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Red and orange heat of doom
Making a black crescent layout
Having the last thing you hear a shout
A shout calling for help
Or a shout of eaking pain
Searching for a breath of air
For smoke comes from this black crescent doom
Making the lungs you rely on, give out
And give up
You have no more air
No more living
Suffocating by this black crescent doom...

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A strange collage of images dance on a poster board,
  layout of pictographs, stories that move and shout discord;
some sway left, some stand still, some sway alt right
 while tweet and twitter ping on the scoreboard lights.

Wonder what's going on in old DC
 with democratic and republicans on knees;
today they say this, tomorrow who knows
 will the emperor take off his clothes?...

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Modern Romance:

is a series of 
					messages across
profiles inflated,
					balloons full of
hot air.

it is an annulment signed and dated,
easier to wax seal than talk through.

it is a leaf without veins to drink,
a dragonfly with no charger.

it is a wind that creates no lasting breeze,
a beach with rocks for spittle and plastic for lips.

but sometimes those ongoing
					anonymous messages might
even eventually
			meet....

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The emerald hills and peaks form orderly layout,
The trails of immortals lead on to the top lookout;
Pavilions peep out through the mists and clouds restless,
Pine trees and bamboos there vie gently for greenness.
The crystal dripping water hits on the could ground of the cave deep,
Distant mountains in autumn are under the setting sun’s final sweep.
Lost in the mirage, I really need to know how
To find the way back to mortal world right now....

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