Short Minor Poems
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Send your kid aged 4 to 11 for air travel alone under the Air France unaccompanied minor policy, and for 12-17 its optional.
fingertips coil
chords fret as trembling waves
triggered afar
die on these rocks
a sextet of sorrows
his strings arouse
He went in for a six-pack,
and came out with a smile
His heart reawakened,
the old lady—a child
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
"From the River to the Sea
'Palestine' will be free"
Freely articulated ~
Seven million Jews eviscerated
Said he to she
dismissively
It's only
minor surgery
Said she to he
lightheartedly
Give me the knife
I'll play with your life
An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan
Bob Became A Christian
But
Jesus Was A Jew.
"You've Gotta Lotta Nerve."
-Gray Squirrel
05-23-2025
L-ittle
H-elp
Y-ou
N-eed
D-oes
A-id
M-ammoth
O-r
J-ampacked
I-mpact
C-arried
A-ccordingly
©bfa052225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Lhynda Mojica)
Ever been diagnosed with minor deadness
When symptoms are stiffness and deafness
Stillness prevails
Absence of emails
Also restricts their game of tennis
My son choose a job when he was just a minor,
He knew in advance his professional realms
He proved himself as a costume designer,
In all prestige studios of *********** films!
Cassiopeia reclined on her cosmic beach,
Longing for Orion so out of reach.
He was showing off to the stars,
As he spiked the Moon over Mars,
Wondering what next Venus would teach.
Hit a plateau in my weight loss endeavor
Must stay focused, easy to give it up forever
My goal is in sight
Takes all my might
To ignore this minor glitch in the weather
Happy is he
who is content with the least
Whose hunger is sated
in famine he feasts
Happy is he
who begins at the end
And ends at the beginning
—his fortune to bend
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
we passed each other
in the night
we each felt the
shudder
The silence
filled
with
words
and
hopes...
we killed
the hope with
blunders
it seemed so simple
to ask you to go ...
janetta
Jupiter, your fallen house,
A strife, and unto me,
A deal that mirrors that of Faust
When Hell’s my home to be?
Mercury, you orbit close
Gemini, the Twins, am I
Side by side, am juxtaposed-
To Pluto’s ruling Sign
Worry not, it's a minor bump in the road
Happens rarely, must stay near the commode
Won't bore you details
Just a bit off the rails
Be back just as soon I feel better and reload
© Jack Ellison 2015
When balloons bang babies cry
When bubbles burst children sigh
When bullets blast parents ask why
When bombs blow up soldiers must die
When ballistics boom earth goes sky high
When brilliance breaks down extinction thrives
"major minor"
my fingers got no
feelings they're
just really reeling
with the rhythm
that maybe
is or isn't
this
this
that
that
they say
swings or
is it
just
one of
those
Django
things
Listen to poem:
~~~~~T H E B U T T E R F L Y N E B U L A~~~~~
Gifted butterfly sails adrift amidst incredible harmony.
Date: 08/29/2019
www.howmanysyllables.com
575 = 17
***The entitled suggested background music to read to...
Wait beyond the earth is doomed.
Sun grew hungry, thus consumed.
Further wait until time tires.
Watch as all motion expires.
Unstitch all that has been sewn.
Witness that which can't be known.
Mould a shape that's yet unseen.
Remake all that has not been.
Under soothing minor key, soft and slow,
The Sound of Silence bares my heart’s despairs,
Hallelujah’s the fourth, the fifth strike low,
Schindler’s List sadness drowns my soul in tears.
The magic mood of music moves within -
Threnody trophy goes to violin.
Clubbing seal cubs
portends a rage for mass murder.
The tail wags the dog
and the offended march away
to slaughter strangers.
Generation after generation,
year after year,
small holocausts
erupt at the strike of a matchstick.
Meanwhile bloody footprints
reshape a landscape.
A young lad once got caught in his zipper
An unfortunate case of the ripper
He shed lots of tears
Never lost his fears
Of peeing in his new bedroom slipper.
TENTH PLACE WINNER
written March 1, 2022
entered "Naughty Yet Innocent" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mohan Chutani
put me in the minor leagues
I would not know what do with all that money from the majors
I do not seek the Yankees or the Cubs
I am not a party animal, do not fancy myself a celebrity
Do not need a mansion or my own airplane
The minor leagues is fine
Can you hit a ball? The scout asks.
Not sure. I have never tried.
in a
gentle
whirling
crispy crunchy
blizzard of
flamboyant foliage
a delirious flurry
of a melody
sways me
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~BYGONE DAYS OF SUMMER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 22, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE Q sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
I move through rooms,
quiet weather
changing air, its pressure.
One drawer sticks.
Light bulbs dim faster
when I’m thinking too loud.
The milk spoils early when I’m angry.
Doors swell shut.
I don’t believe in signs—
but last week,
the oven turned itself on,
then something spoke
my childhood nickname,
in a voice I'd buried with her.