Short Log Poems
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Disintegrating
Birthing new life within death
Completing vortex
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/24/2009
.
Bam
into
the limber
(i meant lumber)
he plow'd his wedge
Bam
Sitting on a log that’s about to snap,
Rocks underneath me rolling away,
Sitting here with nature,
The day is about to fade.
Zafar Bhai Fire kab marwao gay?
Nashai Wehmi bool kar Drug inj
Kab Lagwao Gay??????????????
Note.You are a two faced penny..
its apart
to help you start
you do from within
and with a grim
its to protex
and tyde your texes
with a pen
YOU
LOG IN
~the dog sat on a log the dainty daring dog sat on a dirty rugged red rustic rotten log~
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
log truck loaded down
huge pines release resin scent....
red bud's blooms open
Probably a combination Haiku and Senryu
Once upon a time a fat-assed dog
Got his behind stuck in a log
He barked and barked and he strained some too
But the dog in the log was stuck like glue.
Burn the Yule Log for the return of the sun!
Source of enlightenment and wisdom.
Celebrate the Sol Invictus!
Count the sparks if you wish.
Happy Solstice!
There once was a cocky male frog
Who met a cute toad on a log
She thought he said “Ribbit”
In fact, he said “Rub it”
Now he’s belly-up in the bog.
drunken toad by mistake proposed to a log,
he was intoxicated by fumes from the bog,
the log was quiet and remained unmoved,
“sorry, I apologise, If you think I am rude!”
36s
three six s
three sixes
thirty six s
third tea sex as
their tea sex's
third tease x's
there tea's act as
they're tease excess
there to ease access
36s
third eat excess
turdy x's
stan sand
.
Bam
into
the tender
(i meant timber)
he plow'd hiz wedge
Bam
why log-in code 'why'
and/or
why code-in log 'why'
why log-code code-log 'why'
and/or
why log code-code log 'why'
why wise why's
and/or
why's why wise
(wise-why) wise why's why....why's wise
stans sand
This is my log
I claim it as my own
I shall use it as a thrown
I sit and stair
To protect my loggy chair
Do not touch
Unless you want to feel my deadly clutch
This is my log
I call it my own
But now I sit here all alone
a waltz wave
gifts
profuse
tree
pre-lit
peachy-keen
glazed ham
cakes
cookies
casseroles
Christmasy cheer
no fruitcake
no coal
no
stockings
no fireplace
Santa
knows
our front
door
written December 15, 2015
Chapter
Tanky lava meri pati shalvar sava
Menu pen yaki da part parha
Nayry A chitay din hanair pa
Menu pen yaki da part parha
Jhalya sain razi tay razi khuda
Menu pen yaki da part parha
Na karin dazan dazan tha tha
Menu pen yaki da part parha..
entry code was shh
pronounced shhh...
so i sewed my
idea back-up...
and maybe
later i can...
rewrite
some...
idea
of...
a
why...
such a
notion be...
worth writing
about when who...
did what when or where
or not at all so that i'm done...
stan sand
Come, my fellow humans,
Let us all Log In to the World Peace Program,
For to:
Obliterate war
Eliminate hunger
Enthrone justice, and
Establish universal brotherhood!
Password?
DIVINE LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 April 2023
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
you got used to it
music on record or tape
one microphone band
now it's digital
re-recording studios
sound separations
oldt mick jagger's songs
for memory of mine ear
somehow just too clear
foreign empty sounds
conflict all memory now
no music comfort
stan sand
Limerick : Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Paid an urgent visit to a Grande-Dame*
She lifted the stuck log
During Pea-Souper smog
Damn ! Got carried down Grand-Dad Rapids – Wham !
* Dame : pronounced as in French
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
At one time along
this path there set
a log stump, used it for
resting spot many times.
Today it was gone,
rolled down a hill I see,
went to fetch stump,
someone else has use for it,
family of slugs,
have taken over my
chair, they need it
worse than I do,
for slugs under a log.
Form:
Notation three in the captain’s log.
My sleeping snoring loving dog,
Enjoying dreams in gentle fog.
Lies in the recliner next to me,
Tummy rising and falling, good and free.
Warms my heart, this happy melody.
Notation four in the captain’s log.
My sleeping snoring, loving dog.
Gives me comfort in this crazy fog.
J-ust easy as falling off a log,
E-verything is simple to do;
S-o smooth to operate,
S-o soft to handle too.
A-s easy as falling off a log,
M-oving on isn't difficult;
A-fter the heartache and pain,
E-yes glow with the result.
O-n the twenty-fourth of July,
R-ising sun clears the fog;
I-n just a few minutes,
E-asy as falling off a
L-og.