Short Layout Poems
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Lionel Trains Owner
Neil Young
Musical influences are far flung.
No doubt that he is way out,
Even touring with a Lionel layout.
Laced linen spread on round table
Makes lured layout with bone china
Nice setting for outdoor tea time
Open air surge of aroma
Pure joy of golden elixir
I find myself
So marveled
At the layout of it all,
By that I mean,
Existence,
That the personified
Ambition
Sits next to me, buckled.
But definitely not driving.
Has ideas, that said.
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?
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
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.
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
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.
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.]
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
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
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?
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.
Stoic, the mic stand is circumspect
of all the energy in the room;
Waiting but will not remain unchecked;
Calm throughout the process of load in
now leading this layout of the stage;
Headlining’s a stroke of good fortune;
Crowd awaits the collective player
as that set list is taped to the floor;
High is their hum that hangs in the air;
Limelight’s on as the amp starts smiling
eager to take them all to the edge;
Breaking that sound barrier shredding.