Short Lineup Poems
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grandson favors the black crayon
he always picks it first out of the lineup
even his rainbows have thick strips of black
to him black crayons matter.
I'm feeling a bit down, wish I was lying on the sand
With a tall glass of Kool-Aid and a young sweetie at hand
Not young anymore
Can't buy youth at the store
If we could, there's be a lineup from here to Afghanistan
I'm feeling a bit down, wish I was lying on the sand
With a tall glass of Kool-Aid and a young sweetie at hand
Not young anymore
Can't buy youth at the store
If we could, there's be a lineup from here to Afghanistan
What
are we all
doing here
on the sideline
damaged
needing repair
in a lineup
getting processed
waiting for a tuneup
our turn thru the puppy mill
longing to rush back
pick up the pace
speed spinning
our hamster wheel
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
eagerly waiting his turn
pacing in the lineup
planned his strategy
his heart thumping
got to the kissing booth
puckered up his best pucker
for her lips so tender
he couldn’t resist
offered to pay double
for his guilty nibble
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on December 22, 2019 for contest KISSING CONTEST sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 5TH
Autumn presents her fall fashion lineup
beginning early September
and running through late October
the leaves of summer will present
their collection of Maples, Ash, Poplar
Birch, Elm and Oak
in spectacular dress and ensembles
of rust, gold, amber, yellow, scarlet
and amethyst
be sure to get your ticket early
as this presentation of 2008
will not be seen again until late next year...
Form:
The band John Lennon
formed, called The Quarrymen
played half skiffle and
half rock and roll.
Four years later in
nineteen sixty, the band
evolved into The Beatles
with five men lineup.
John, Paul, George, Stuart,
who died and Peter,
replaced by Ringo were
nicknamed The Fab Four.
Their arrival here sixty
years ago, this month
triggered cultural and musical
movement, the British Invasion.
It is full of mixed terrors,
Musing in past few errors...
To loose today to rumors,
And morrow one of her consumers.
Let yesterday rest,
Of her past quests,
For morrow's best,
Forms today's undying conquests.
It is cool to raise cup,
Cum wins fear wallop,
Before changes lineup...
Real cheers growing lasting backup.
Let yesterday sleep!
Her weary hole deep,
And stop yet to weep,
For morrow's coming glory on its leap...
pain is strange
its range
you can walk
it inhibits
how fast
more than that
it hurts
now I get it
no one knows
but the soul
who lumbers
along
I look and see
all the other bumblebees
and my buzz
resounds
in my own
head
it’s not
that no one
cares
it’s more
that so many
are limping
you only notice
when
you have
the same
ailment
oh boy, age
is deranged
arrange yourself
in the lineup
point
point
point
what’s the point
“OUCH!”