Short Maybes Poems
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woulds coulds maybes and mights
'til unproven saysos are found to be right
best .... hold tongues stil & tight
I could clean while I watch TV
all these choices are up to me
I could sweep, vacuum or dust
luckily, these options are maybes, never a must.
Fishes for wishes
if wishes were fishes
we'd all have a sea
and if maybes were babies
the family tree
would drown in the dreams
of possibility
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Apologies...
Remember that ifs, buts, and maybes
mean nothing to mad dogs with rabies.
For, in either case,
they'll rip off your face,
and then will proceed to your baby's.
What does it take to win over the ladies
Charm my dear fellows, no if, and, or maybes
You can be a bit chunky
Or resemble a monkey
You'll win but only if you don't have rabies
Ambiguous Benign Creative Destinies, Evasive Fantasies. Gentlely Harness Individual Judgements Kinetically Locking Maybes- Nors -Or Perhaps Quite Simply Together. Ultimately Victory Will Xerox Your Zeal.
There was a nice lady inspired from haedes,
And there wasn’t any ifs, ands, buts or maybes,
She liked to think she was nice,
But those thoughts couldn’t suffice,
as she voted for the right to kill God’s babies.
What does it take to win over the ladies
Charm my dear fellows, no if, and, or maybes
You can be a bit chunky
Or resemble a monkey
You'll win but only if you don't have rabies
© Jack Ellison 2015
Iffying’s hoping
That what you want might occur
At some future time
In some “to come day”
To fulfill all your desires,
Get for you your wants.
Iffying’s cousins
Are “ands” and “buts”, “maybes” and
Procrastinations.
W.C.Hull © 2019-18-7-Haiku-363-1465-V28-11
Risky mountain rolling up and down
Touching the clouds the skies rounds
Tandem carriages of muted babies
Nightmares holding seniors and children maybes
Bottoms of lakes and seas dawn
Lightening flashes dart and run
11/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
divine destiny
decided before birth
delivered on life’s course
determines life on earth
designates direction
or
doubts after choices
doodled guilt maybes
disturbed self-image
desires need to believe
destiny caused everything
woulds coulds
maybes and mightdos
in unproven views
selected
distortions
caution beware
have a care
agendas relayed
then displayed
in voiced opinions as fact
just ignore
never react
A baby is born to the world
So innocent and pure
Whether it's a boy or a girl
How long will it endure
No telling what it grows into
It will live as it learns
Want it to be better than you
Should just give it it's turn
Nurture it with your love and care
The thing that you should do
If it's ever feeling despair
Believe me you should, too
It's future is out of your hands
The day it's a lady
Or the day it becomes a man
No ifs, ands, buts, maybes
Maybes that really mean no.
Lies to cover up I don't know.
Puttin' up rather than speakin' out.
Reacting to smallest irritation with pout.
Talkin' trash about others behind their backs.
Big bank fee policies, computer hacks.
Corrupt politicians (I guess that's redundant)
but I find them particularly repugnant.
People who equate money with worth
and have no respect for their bros or the earth.
Ok, ok, I've said enough
about the things that hack me off.
A runny nose needs tissues.
A hungry mouth needs food.
A bottom needs a diaper change
Whenever it has pooed.
In winter, hands need mittens.
In snow, feet need some boots.
These aren't up for maybes;
They are, rather, absolutes.
A sleepy face needs naptime.
A bored one needs a game
Or book or song or puzzle
For distraction is the aim.
A bath requires bubbles.
A bare floor needs a rug;
But nanas (also grandpas)
Don't need much besides a hug.
Regrets
They follow you like vultures
soaring in wistful circles
alighting on church roofs
at weddings and christenings,
never out of your sight
and chew on your dreams.
Their shadows mark the good things
that could have been yours
and spatter your life with the droppings
of what ifs and maybes.
Your past is inaudible over their constant chatter,
and when you lie still, fading,
with your family looking on,
they perch at the foot of your bed
and laugh
A formless truth,
That leaves us hopeless yet moves mountains,
An invisible fuel,
Burning brighter than any star in the heavens.
A senseless view,
Igniting every senses of our being,
Ancient yet new,
Unteachable but understood in feeling.
There is no more or less,
It is only constant,
No maybes or second guesses,
Perpetual in its motion.
There is no gold nor silver,
Immaterial is its essence,
No doubt, no fear,
Immortally transcendence.
10/10/16
I cry
O
I've cried
In the instant
I cried for my mama died
I cried
When my daddy died
I cried
When JFK died
I cried
When Martin Luther died
I cried
When grandpa died
I cried
When My wife died
I cried
souls are lost each and everyday
and on my knees often I'd used to pray
Now I found myself just lazy
shedding tears of where, why's and maybes
I cry
O
I've cried
where's humanity now
I cry
O
I've cried
4/21/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©