Short Margin Poems

Charles Darwin
was a margin
off his rocker when he, ashamedly,
got caught swinging from a tree....

Read More

He
took his
day job home-
on a billboard 
scale

Ekphrasis after The Margin Between by Rosenquist...

Read More

Am I just a doodle
in the margin 
of the book of life?


Image: Cubism clipart, www.123rf.com...

Read More

Bird play is Word play,

forming sentences
in the blue margin
of the lake,
punctuation follows
in their wake....

Read More

Morning sun putting 
balm on the green leaf margin
Beetle-chewed whole night
______________________________________
9/12/2016...

Read More

Today was a ragged book that no one remembers
Alone on a dusty shelf
Patiently waiting to share all of the beautiful secrets
Written on brittle pages
And in the margin
...

Read More

Time:

Past formerly
Present occurrence now and
Future subsequent.


Space:

Cavity margin 
Dimensions in which all things 
Exist continuous.


Written: 10/23/15 ...

Read More

Perched by the water margin,
the hushing flow that aids reflection.
Cherry blossom flutters softly,
a sporadic serenade of raining pinks.
Outstretched boughs present the stream
tranquil in refracted beam....

Read More

Smile it hurts my pride
Arising rage, a rising tide
And it all just began
So you better start beggin'
For I'm a pagan,
I'll have you walk out the margin
My gods are unforgiving
And i aint for giving...

Read More

Once there was a writer by name Jacob Distemper,
fellow is no doubt an excellent writer,extempore.
Children’s jungle story writing!
all time adult poem writing!
bloody, who cares. What margin this December?...

Read More

Marvel at the meeting!
The mixing of friend and foe
To discern themselvs in debate
Weighing the cons and pro
The margin of error is listed
while lacking diplomacy!
Catcalls, flags and waving hands
all spell democracy...

Read More

All the initial words
At the left side margin
Are arranged in a way
A vertical word will
Appear before your eyes
Accent letters with bold
An easy form to write!

Pleiades 3 Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Joseph May

10/22/20...

Read More

You have the power to enjoy the success and happiness you deserve.
Make a plan, set your sights on a particular goal, and do not falter or swerve.
You have the power to create and achieve any goal you can imagine.
You can write your own future with confidence that there is no margin....

Read More

The best books have a little
love in them. Whether it be
a taped spine or a
half-creased cover
a forgotten dog-ear or
a few margin-scribbles
a browning of the pages
or perhaps a signature
the more time a book spends
in the company of men
the better it learns how to tug
at their heartstrings....

Read More

IN QUEST

You laid down my rights
In your ennobled embrace
I relegated them into minds margin
Lest they bother us,
In our high noon revelry
I roam, carefree, for you are alive.

Lips down the isthmus, unto
rolling hills and dales, in quest
for the golden fleece, I may not find
in a lifetime....

Read More

Jihad bears no margin,

       Jaws of war gnawing hope,

Jezebel of malice ...

              Justice forsakes children,

Joining flesh with metal,

       Jagged teeth of Evil ...

Jeering at the horror.


** 5th Place in the "Pleiades J Poetry Contest", Kim Merryman, Sponsor **...

Read More

Horn Hillary Trilogy Haiku

Woman finally
I sure am starting to see
In White House should be.

God us He did bless
Narrow margin could care less
Remove all the stress.

What a woman will (5)
Duty rightfully fulfil (7)
So we can sit still.

Her confidence produces
restfulness to me.

Jim Horn...

Read More

I do dread this air
Blown from the far side
of despair
With that still hearth
Rusting unburnished
Among those barren crags
Never to shine use after use
Living life to the lees
Though much is taken
Though many abide
Whose mere margin fades
While that great world
grows weak and old
I still do dread this air......

Read More

Morning solitude is best
The once dark margin of the sea
is all at once, a sparkling pleasure
 
To hear the  sprightly magpies
as they wander over dewy grass 
warbling a wealth of sound 
the like of heaven 
 
Air so fresh it equals joy
and the jewel in the crown;
on the vacant lot beneath the sign -
a lily has bloomed....

Read More

Thoughts of you influence my soul like dry gin
the day which felt long
is gradually pulling its blue jean
yet your absence has made our bed
an unwanted virgin
separating comfort and peace with a wide margin
this is another weary night slowly aging
for me to be pushing for your presence once again
the moon and stars will not stop urging....

Read More

OLD TOWN COFFEE

Either side the river rise 
High banks guarding valley town
Neath ever changing tropic skies
From margin we gaze down 

The old village spreads below
Waking in the morning light
That tints with warming glow
Reveals coffee shops to sight

Their nectar makes cares allay
Giving hope for breaking day

26 December 2017...

Read More

E-dge on the competition
L-ets you have an objective; 
L-osing the goal is forgotten, 
E-ven a plan to think
N-egative.

C-limb every mountain
O-f test toward victory; 
R-each the steepest hill
T-o gain fame and glory.
E-mploy your advantage, use your margin with passion; 
S-eptember sixth Wednesday, you have an edge on the competition....

Read More

Margin was short,
minute and hair breadthed,
he smiled outwardly,
and inwardly grimaced,
hid the inner pain,
and buttered the whole main,
His lordship came forward,
quite ingratiated,
waving hands,
he conjured an ace,
of his grace,
which now began to race,
lordship had obliged,
had the margin hedged,
he came out with a winner's badge....

Read More

gaunt ghost jolting
lusty lurch fermenting
felon higgledy-piggledy fostering
busted hurly-burly blistering
hoisted emotions hankering
strife strove, surging

damped death drooling
after ghost galloping
scared fate sobbing

at mystic margin:
pulpy pace shrinking
death met banshee

callous war's conceived
death feigning defeat.
          19:12:12:08:56...

Read More

-Sweet Melancholy-

Limbs shot with a breeze on the neck.

I digress. With the pigment of widow’s wail calling for atonement.

I hated my father, but not my dad. Oh...How times change. Hold both dear, it’s the notion that’s suppressed. 

The cries of morning are heard in the night. Tears shed are bittersweet, like iron. 

Dead on all accounts, except the outside....

Read More