Short Loitered Poems

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In Ranks Did Discover Dissension

In Ranks Did Discover Dissension

While mumbling about then did mention,
Ended up going to a Trump convention;
Many had loitered;
Then reconnoitered;
In ranks we did discover much dissension.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick


We Should Shine At 50

Please dead head those rose buds
and cut down on the verdant weeds
Turn 20 again
let your opinions still count
stop being a shrinking violet
you have wisdom to share

All our times loitered away
Some see temps secret path
I'd rather give you Channel 5 parfum
Then we will see all the nice things
As we value our overgrown garden again

Premium Member Believing

Believing Miracle Man 8/11/2024 Life has been a journey, bursting with desire. Where I had a choice, to simply laze or aspire. But God placed in me, an eagerness to achieve. But to make things happen, I first had to believe. For too long I loitered, on the roadside thumbing. When believing was mile one, on my highway to becoming.
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Form: Lyric

I Never Meant For It To Rain

The day was good,
the sun shining, a breeze 
winding around the pines.
Two mockingbirds 
were playing 
guess me.

Cumuli loitered 
above ground shadows
with cats jumping
from one to the other
in a game that only 
they understood.

I felt the stirring of precipitate
motion on my cheek as a shadow
passed by whispering the words
of an old song by Townes
about going down to see Kathleen.
I never meant for it to rain.

r ~ 5/7/14

Premium Member Buried Answers Trimeric

An abandoned treehouse left to rot
intrigued a pair of inquisitive teens;
Suspended in the air like a starship 
a haven for Gulf coast runaways; 

Intrigued a pair of inquisitive teens 
approached it’s elevated pathway;
So much loitered so still was the wind;

Suspended in the air like a starship,
who built it way out in the sticks?
Surely the location was by design;

A haven for Gulf coast runaways;
Four walls of incoherent ramblings
as a diary hid buried with the answers.
Form: Other


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