Short Lori Poems

"Lore" became "Lori",
Norse name came to India -
My friend's mighty pen

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Mayor Lori Lightfoot's
  Hopes turned into soot

     Her dreams of adulation
     Metamorphed to detestation...

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blazing timberlands
lori huge and large willows
In the wild walks bears


3/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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i once had a friend named lori

who always told the same story

how she would eat carrots

while talking to parrots

well maybe that was just cori.
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Gorden Lightfoot sang of a sinking ship
that mother superior never forgets
Lori Lightfoot is mayor
to a city of slayers
her political bow is starting to list...

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the death index is at a Chi-town high
while Mayor Lightfoot stands idly by
she refused to hold court
with Caucasian reporters
stomping white folk while black people die...

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traitors breath
                                         love betrayed
                                         broken faith




Lori Lucas McClure
For contest Ellip sponsored by Gigno
2/28/13...

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Lori,
was a beautiful strawberry blonde
i don.t know which i love best
watching her eat juicy strawberry's
or playing volley ball
Lori what eye candy you are as you
get wet and lay out on the beach....

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wild hearts beneath a lover's moon in naked truth and splendor of want 





             by Lori McClure  9/7/11
             for contest:  Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
             Write it in one line, Please...

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miss vanessa cardui
                                painted lady; tainted picture
                                   madame butterfly; miyo 





•Miyo "Beautiful child"




written by Lori McClure 
Haiku Me Some Nature...

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Our lives together
Could have been better,
As we laughed and cried,
The hard time we had together,
We were able to weather.

Though the world celebrates your birth,
On this day once a year.
I celebrate the day you were born,
Every day, Lori my dear....

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the shielded thought,
the curt retort,
old lovers thought of why?
fantasy of mind is really naught,
but ghosts from bye n by,
the stimulating sort,
a mans remembered,
sly....

i'm a man i know these things...

re  Lori Lucas McClure 

"Phantom Affair"

Don...

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Looney Lula Loves Larry Larson
Lutilda Linkerwink Loves Larry Larson
Larry Larson Loves Lucinda Lavelachek
Lucinda Lavelachek Loves Luther Long
Luther Long Loves  Lori Liverpool 
Lorie Liverpool Loves Lorie Liverpool 












Alexis Y.
10/20/2020...

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Timeless Limbs of Gold
by Lori Maria Walton

Spinning
  ceaseless,
limbs of gold
  desire movement,
to become still

hours, set like days
  upon the laps 
of young children
  and old men

photographs blur
  my memory
with stains 
  of reality

where have you gone?...

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Your smile is BRIGHT
like the sun on a warm
summer day.

Your eyes GLISTEN
like a fresh fallen
snow.

Your touch
is like a BREEZE
on a fall afternoon.

Your passion
is like a NEWLY bloomed
flower in springtime.

Your LOVE is a joyous
time of all seasons!


© Lori Reed...

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I never thought I'd see the day
  when Illinois' leaders held sway
Taking the lead in this deadly war
  against a virus Mr. Trump tried to ignore

Hats off to Governor J.B. Pritzker
  and Chicago Mayor Lori Lightfoot
In tandem, they've conducted a blitzkrieg
  to get Illinois residents to stay put...

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A number’s value is relative to its use,
If you find $10 it would be good,
But, $100 is a golden goose.
As for age, when one’s young,
They wish they were older,
But, when one’s old,
They wish they were younger,
Of this apparent paradoxical enigma,
You need not bother,
Because at age 53,
You will never be older that your mother....

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music
                                        aching, longing
                                   sacred romance kindled
                            l yrical expression heart’s journey
                                              Psalmist    








 Written by: Lori Marie McClure      9/9/11
  For Nette Oclaud's contest: Melody of Cinquain...

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Sleep, little one, sleep
Dreaming your baby dreams
Floating on clouds of cottony white
With a blanket as soft as cream.

Conversing with the angels
Most of whom you know
You know your way around the place
You were not long ago.

Soon you'll waken from your nap
And leave that blessed place
Ethereal wisps of heavenly wings
Still clinging round your face.

Lori Torrio 11/10/05...

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Little things they mean the most
Open minds, beliefs in ghosts
Remembering all this life has taught
Instead of all the pain it’s brought

Knowledge gained from every test
Endowing me to be my best
Rewarded with all it is I’ve got
Rest assured I have a lot
Instilled with emotions over the years
Getting rid of most my fears
As of now I’ve learned to love
Now I believe in God above...

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Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay....

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What gospels on sunday afternoon
Are four quarters male members tune
With flat screens on wall?
The chair-men want football
And shall yell like a wild baboon


Author's note: This poem was inspired by Lori Hopkin's "This ones for the guys" which is worth a good look.  My apologies to all baboons who are much gentler and finer than I.  Sad to resort to using their species as a stereotype just for the sake of a rhyme....

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Eternal waves, cascade for days
Sun dried and free, they frame her face
Twirls and spins, cinnamon skin
Sky blue eyes, magnetic grin

To the T, my mini me
But more than I could hope to be
Angelic, sweet, glitter tipped feet
If I’m a song, she’s my beat

She shows me grace, that feels misplaced 
In my heart, she fills, a broken space
The belle of the ball, though, still small
My Molly Lori, she has it all...

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I might have died with my eyes open wide.
Please ! close them so my misery could hide.
Give me a bath in rose water.
Make my grave stone telling mister.
Dress me all up in black.
Don't forget to mention my name mack.
Make me look like I'm resting in peace.
And make me look like I have gone away with a glee.
All I wanted was a death of glory.
And don't forget to tell my girl lori.
Not to cry.
I'll be by her side even I die....

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Grandma is up there stirring up a rainbow the child said
Lori had seen it in her sleep, clear in her open head.
Her mother did not believe her until the next day.
There was a gorgeous rainbow, in Grandma’s way.

Grandma had loved rainbows and riding her bike.
She told Dick, Harry, Lee, Sam and her cousin Mike
Grandma is riding a bike across the sky making a rainbow.
Knowing their grandma, they all thought it was so....

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