Short Manned Poems
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My heart was manned for you.
But I could not be your Boo.
All you care about is cash.
Your words have given me negative rash.
When I'm stronger you will not be my Boo.
Autumnal Poem (Tanka)
(After a photo by Albert Russo)
This rock in the sea
Looks like a shipwrecked vessel
In October sadness
A ship manned by seagulls
her captain, a tired seal.
By the sea
in a clear morning, i
opened the doors of perception
and made an inspired poem...
delivered it to the sea
as a vibrant wave
As a manned sailboat
by sailor verses
to succeed all
oceans... !
Ornery welcomed
Persnickety aboard
Stubborn manned the wheel
Mischief infiltrated
Nooks and crannies
Teamwork sank
~ the ship piecemeal
Polar Bear Brigade manned their enormous 747 airplane.
They jumped in their warships and they sailed past Maine.
They were ready to take on congress or the prez or the police.
Their ice floats are melting! This is a travesty to say the least!
Sabrina ran off with a rock band
Traveled the world fully manned
Curled toes in beachy sand
Found love in promised land
Enjoyed most fruit canned
Great life unplanned
Tickled fanned
Made band
Grand
Written 11-3-2019
Contest: Rhyming Nonet
Sponsor: Charles Messina
As deep as beauty pocks.
It’s cheap light and moon rocks.
The pull of pow’r suspense -
A full figured expense.
A grand trip into space,
Is manned by human race.
This dame was but a child.
Launched fame ~ undaunted, wild.
7/10/2020
Verses In Essence - 8 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
In my prime, I stood tall.
A beacon to every call
be it from big or small
I showed the light to all.
Out of date I stand
amidst this very sand,
No longer am I manned
Yet in every selfie I am Grand.
Poets write about my past beauty
Glad I did my job when on my duty.
24-Dec-2018
Lighthouse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
No more conversation we said what we said
No need to continue something that’s dead
Drinking coronas smoking weed infused with diamonds
Moving on and moving up and the noose tightens
Didn’t matter the hand i was dealt I always held on to my card
Saw I was a wrong
Looked in the mirror and manned up took care of my kids
Look Back
They said the ****s hard
democracy is
like mobocracy or like
gangocracy ~ folks
conservatives are
like preservatives ~ packaged
seasoned condiments
green party nature's
most guarded percentages ~
dimes quarters and halves
national org. of
women ~ beauty contest is
the bow wow n-o-w club
peace corp manned front lines
hyped to show peace sign with hands
~ fingers ... two not one
YOUNG
Young and strong and full of vigor
So proud to answer the call
Crisp new uniform
Standing sharp and tall
Solemn with intent
To serve for one and all
His country and comrades
He bravely manned the wall
To stand against the bitter foe
And endure war’s awful squall
With valor and service true
Til the fateful fall
Then home again and still young
But only full of rigor
I trace the little rivulets
That, by the year, expand
That I may follow in their course
My life through my hands
That I hold a lifelong snowflake dear
That I might understand
The hardships of their rugged task
No others could have manned
Take pride in these graceful tools
That work the clay and sand
Wrinkle the old leaves folded in prayer
And the rivers dry up from the land.
There you stand
With your life very bland
Trying to carry on
As if nothing is wrong
There you stand
With nothing in your hand
To offer to creation
Other than your soul’s cancellation
There you stand
Disobeying every command
We are governed by the law
But you play to your own music score
There you stand
With your mind un-manned.
Sailing blind in the sea of despair
Your heading to a place called nowhere
I saw a man who made large sailing ships inside a bottle ...
Large sails, the ship was fully manned and the flag was hoisted
I put my thoughts, feelings and words into a bottle ...
Slowly, carefully I filled the bottle ...
The thoughts, feelings and words flowed out ...
24.11.2012
A-L Andresen :)
stranded glaciers
tear drops stranded glaciers
rolling stone balls from my eyes
bat drippings
in
the
cave
canyons
have
all
run dry
i
am
but
an
thimble
setting
on your
thumb
take
me
on
an
ride
hide
me
from the sun
my poems
are like
an
buck it
eight
seconds for an ride
shouldn't take you that long
to see we are but a waste
of
time
under
manned
fear facers
stranded glaciers
?
we all are slaves in time's ship
held hostage to a promise of eternity
as the sails fill, oars are manned
we journey into life
facing contretemps in some moments
while lucky stars at times command the bow
we sail away
and the stratagem is to open the eyes
let the future reign
give yourself happiness
in every possible moment
yesterday is a lesson
that we champion in the day
where hope comes with expectations
in every tomorrow
OKC 2/23
Evil has torn the streets
Thus leaving it bare
Silence lurking as it peeps
Another house up there
Humanity chanting as we call
Heavens hear our pray'r
Keep our household away from harm
In this forbidding lair
Staggering footsteps roused the hounds
Manned gates so vigilantly
See no lights, hear no sound
Watchful souls waiting to flee
Whirlybird flies back and forth
Awaiting for first light
Hope infixed in our hearts
That we may survive the night
Let’s give the stuffed shirts
a future they never planned
by gaining converts
until the guild is out-manned
with truth till it hurts
each serpent brand in their hand.
I shall not give out
one iota of passion
to scoundrels devout;
I seize their lies of ration.
Malthusian doubt
cannot defeat compassion.
Love conquers by choice
the demons exalting doom
by raising our voice
until there is no more gloom
in lungs that rejoice
the gift of creation’s bloom.
I think hell is like a midnight grocery store.
Shelves filled with burning crucifixes and pestilence.
Bloody-black water up to the necks of Half-souls.
Groping mindlessly in the dark...
Searching for God in brackish hopelessness.
Flint and wooden carts colliding-
Black water biters abound.
The checkout line is a turnstile.
Manned by faceless, dripping things.
Wielding holy punchers.
Eternally pocking your debit card soul.
While howling Who's Next!
Brandish my content for God
the sake of man
is idling, while the role is planned
to decimate our futile band!
Oh poverty, I hold your hand
to shake not, with some righteous stand
but raise with mine, to take command
the revolution of cost's manned!
Is of the hour ~ is of now's span
the gathering, crowding, in demand
Oh people, weigh in, to expand
the change to order from War's damned!
A liberty, a life, force can ~
its leadership remove . . . . . again!
Potential Limericks and poems to leek.
Planned, expand, fanned.
Manned, banned, canned.
Demand, sand, hand.
Tanned, land, grand.
Abide, relied, dyed (died).
Sighed, denied, cried.
Bagel, finagle, label.
Humming, coming, summing.
Alarming, harming, charming.
Humor, rumor, tumor.
Great Groomer, early bloomer, baby boomer.
Wand, fond, dawned.
Expound, bond, abscond.
Wait, gate, differentiate, contemplate.
Educate, satiate, consummate.
Wait, hesitate, sedate.
Jim Horn
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