Short Measly Poems
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I sit for many hours in a day
With never very much to say
I pound on a board
With my calls ignored
Just to get a measly pay
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So much left out.
What begun undone.
Gagged germination
withered the wine.
Despite despised
by measly meager merely.
Our class teacher is Mr.Luff,
He's really strict and very tuff.
And the ratio of class to fun
is a measly twelve to one!
FICTION!!
I reach for one measly cashew
but eat six spoonfuls before I’m through
one hundred and seventy calories in each one
I have had twelve spoonfuls of them now, isn’t that fun?
impassioned sky mumbles tasteless rain
a soaking measly carapace collects muddy remains
weather overbears a confessing cloud.
For Carol Brown's 'Nature comes to life' Contest.
M-itigate
A-nd
R-epel
L-ink
O-f
N-asty
R-abidity
E-rasing
V-icious
E-eriness
L-ike
L-ittle
A-nd
M-easly
E-nemy
Topic: Birthday of Marlon J. Revellame (June 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Gremlin and Gargoyle, a couple of giant alley cats
Swing their tails hard, knocking away six measly rats
They were looking for something meaty to eat
Finally found a opossum carcass, now isn’t that sweet?
Limerick: Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Liked watching dancing girls on the sly
He went to Bolly-Wood
Though he felt jolly good
His loot sucked by Bombay Ducks well nigh.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Pills have the opposite effect on me.
Valium relaxes some.
It keeps me awake for three days.
Until I finally crash.
I am not talking about a handful of valium.
I am talking about one measly pill.
I always learn these things the hard way.
Just two words and my life was over,
Just two words ‘till I died,
To measly little words,
Six little letters,
And I could scarcely breathe,
They echoed around my head,
Making it hard to think,
Just two little words,
Six little letters,
And I died,
Lost forever.
Certainly no coward was Bob Cratchit
scrapping together fifteen shillings, a measly bit
a dear family man, meek but not bleak
putting Scrooge to shame, driving miser to seek !
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2nd Placing : Standard Contest
Dec.2025
Unicorns and fairies and sprites galore, umbrage unto the night scorches again, they tirelessly whisper the haunted hospital marble is free of thistle! It is there to wait beside near and dear the princess couplet the princess cut stone fears, and turned down that measly jester the halls of the shamed are not this marbled vesper.
He ministers to his congregation
the lame, the numb and the broken
On random street corners they gather
To watch him perform, they’d rather –
Than rattle their cup for a quarter
or beg for a measly thin dime
‘Cos when he growls at a suit and scares him
they all howl ~ forget their troubles for a time
In America, Passover’s a marathon
in Israel, it’s a sprint
Two nights @ four cups of wine in the USA
One night, four cups, in the Holy Land, recover in a day
All that anticipation in Israel
one measly night, the bubble bursts
In the Diaspora, two long nights of carousing
~ though some would say we’re cursed
Corporate wealth sought
by Labour czar conquistadors
scourge wealth
the have-nots will prevail
30,000 measly votes for a standing Labour MP
the enthusiasm for them is underwhelming
without PR we are shorn of democracy
sleepwalked into a Labour majority
Apathy is their achilles heel
belief flounders
when Reform were second
in 100 seats
Queen cat had a collar that was so stiff
It hurt my neck to see it said her cousin Biff
On her head she had a measly pearl crown
Poor, but her lips did not often curl into a frown
I am satisfied with my life Queen cat said.
Happy with whatever enters my poetic head.
When she came to visit, she slept in my bed.
I took the couch gratefully said her brother Jed.
in Oz, we don't like political jokes,
Here, they all get elected, folks,
Pollies sell their souls for money,
Their salaries aren't even funny,
Then they get super to retire,
Better candidates we should hire,
Different from our oldies and veterans,
They're on measly financial plans,
Yes, that's why we don't like political jokes,
Here, they all get elected, folks!
she had been walled in by those who thought they knew her
retaining her dignity, she scoffed at their measly efforts
no one expected her to rally,
but she literally bounced out of their blockade
their efforts to disturb and perturb her propelled her forward
to do what she does best
she melted their negativity with her positive attitude
frightening them even more now
A monarch butterfly flew past.
I wondered if it was the last
‘Cause they are disappearing fast;
Our world will be much grimmer.
For climate change and pesticides,
Plus loss of habitats besides
Means we are taking giant strides
To make our days much dimmer.
These orange beauties did appear
Like clockwork every single year.
Their loss should make us shed a tear,
With hope, a measly glimmer.
Can you imagine being the parent of an eighteen-year-old son or daughter
Who marries, and jumps in a covered wagon to head west, not today, but
before telephones, or railroads, or any other reliable form of communication?
Can you imagine hugging your child goodbye, knowing you will probably never see her again, understanding that you might not even receive a measly letter?
Pioneer families; a brave and courageous lot.
Inspiration looks different,
When all you’ve felt is anger,
Trying to not be viewed as belligerent,
Your mind and self are your only anchor.
Inspiration brightens you’re life,
Makes your days go by easy
Keeps you from getting into a strife
Because being kind isn’t measly
Inspiration comes from many people
Maybe your mom or father
For me it comes from kind people
Which will continue to push me farther.
There are still two more fries
A bite of tomato
I don't think that you'll die
If you polish off those potatoes
One more bite of fish
And you'll clean your plate
C'mon and finish that dish
It's already quite late --
Why leave one measly cookie
You've always loved dessert
At eating sweets you're no rookie
No one's feelings will be hurt
In almost every family, the story's the same
~ People play the 'I left it for you' game
Assuring a zig-zagging zebra a zinc zim-bam-boo
without cash, is so brash! As then you will have to give two.
Insuring a zoo master a zebra might rim-ram-roo
Practically tantamount to mashing a crashing bamboo.
As if you need any more trouble, my quim-quam-quaroo.
On your dash I shall lash a mashed mangled measly mad macaroo.
A sillier more gnashy poem I could try to get you.
But first let me throw in some trash, and a rash for us two.
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We tend to give a little more
to the little ones.
Nonetheless,
it's not a matter of
belittlement.
The lesson in lessness,
is not a matter of nothing less
nor nothing else
nor is it about starving to nothingness.
Nevertheless, it's more or less
about giving a little less in
little bits of littleness,
in meager, measly morsels,
that just suffices
and leaves one
just less than starving,
but with a little more
hunger within,
yet to be satisfied.
Padlocked are the Gate's
Stationary lie the Conveyor Belts
The Wheel upon the Mining Head Gear
Turns,
No more
The community has gone
So to is the Coal
And the Sunset
Resigned to History
No more mystery
Pressing a Museum to Explain
That what which our Elders did
For a measly pittance
To put food on his family's plate
And to afford a Pint after a hard days graft
With only a Helmet and Light
To find his way Home
Guardian Angel
Willing