Short Magazine Poems
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Chipped nail polish on Halloween,
the witch’s giggle so obscene;
A mad cackle,
that fiery crackle;
It’s the next trend in the magazine.
Wash Those Froggies, Wash Those Froggies,
Dirty Froggies Get Eaten By Moggies.
Don't Be Mean, Get Them Clean
While You Read Your Magazine.
Six is the number that I see
from a magazine color ink
to be or the shipping and handling fee.
Six is the planner
of quantity and quality.
Form:
P-ropagate
A-mazing
S-heepfold
U-sing
G-od's
O-rder
Topic: God's Message magazine 80th Anniversary (February 2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Farewell to that playboy named Hugh,
Whose magazine enterprise grew—
He published gloss shots
Of naked sexpots,
Though men read the articles through.
Nine parts of nine millimeter.
Trigger
Magazine
Barrel
Slider
Hammer
Main Spring
Recoil Spring
Extractor
Ejector.
Note. Violence breeds violence.
Ethyl sat upon a hill so green,
Reading a home-loving magazine.
When she was good and done,
In the spirit of great fun,
She lit them with smelly kerosene.
I swung a magazine in a speeding blaze,
and killed five houseflies in three days.
My statistics are good, and for my money,
I'm better than Shohei Ohtunny.
Paris Angels
"Paris Angels", new title of
a monthly magazine,
and models making up to suit.
(The editor pays them extra to wear wings.)
9/3/2017
Coco Chanel
Mademoiselle
Fragrant Scent
Big steaks money spent
Think again
In the den
Reality
Magazine
A folded flap
Scents Out
Did you ever been a money box,
Were you forced to place money in?
I wanted to buy lollies, you see,
Or even a Mad magazine,
All enforced savings,
In the old money tins.
Almost finished this 40 page magazine
Some days I feel like a freaking machine
But enjoy it I do
Keeps me outta pooh
I just walk the streets in this heavenly scene
the photographer gasped when he saw Mirra
Her makeup was exquisitely done
lace chiffon gown was a vision
elegant hair piece was perfect
best of all she retained girl-next-door quality
she climbed out of a sixties teenage magazine
Showing us girls what had rarely been seen
a confident woman with neon circles on her breasts
a leader who leads us to our own happy nests.
Certainly worked my bum off today
Creating a 40 page magazine, still making hay
You'd think I've had enough
Of this graphic design stuff
But it keeps me alive and the grey clouds away
oxfords current english diction
(air-ease of meaning)
echoes-
an engaging philosophic-call
(for a small full-loss-of-fee)
for-
the pages of 'philosophy now'
a magazine of meaning
stan sand
as the colors
are given away
take all that you need
all i ask is that
you leave all the blues for me
I was honored when this poem was featured in the first edition of the online magazine StudioAirr.com.
Designer shoe ads
Magazine ridiculous
Overpriced items
Movie stars can afford them
Regular people cannot
Exorbitant price
Two thousand dollar blouses
Dresses? Do not ask
Money I will never have
Magazine ridiculous
Certainly worked my bum off today
Creating a 40 page magazine, still making hay
You'd think I've had enough
Of this graphic design stuff
But it keeps me alive and the grey clouds away
© Jack Ellison 2015
Shh.
Don't say a word.
Silent.
Darkness is the key.
Russian roulette.
Pick your poison.
My bottle.
Your gun.
Shoot me.
The magazine is full.
I know.
So I choose the first shot.
End of the barrel.
My forehead.
Bang.
Form:
(HIM)-->Thomas J. Hanks tells me don't make a scene,
My blest poetry will make true my dream,
Here's your first check for starters,
Contract to sign--FROM HUSTLERS!<--(Me)
church--witty--no vulgar--sex magazine.
Vogue magazine cover is exquisite -woman drawn in a gorgeous way
Art deco magnificence, but who was the artist in 1942?
It is sad tha eighty years later none of us know.
It could have been a relative, but that knowledge is lost.
My growling stomach
My tempetuaous breath
are drawn to
poems, poets, violent
incidents I wanted
to be published in a
magazine I can no
longer recall the name of
and I did not cry or
laugh when my fifteenth
grandchild was born
Too much salt
Too much pepper
Spoil the broth
Neither is better.
LIFE is short
a magazine,
picturesque,
not obscene.
Used to read a large magazine, all about LIFE! It has shrunk over the years and is no longer the large icon