Short Misdemeanor Poems
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I bailed my honest friend out of the tank
Who dressed up as a hotdog for a prank
It’s not a misdemeanor
To dress up as a wiener
I see no harm in trying to be frank
External conflict
(versus)
self-disaffection
The first a misdemeanor
(the second)
a higher crime
Inarticulate
powerful yearnings
trapped in between
Inarticulate
powerful yearnings
—of that forever lost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Rhyme is a crime,
A misdemeanor or more.
And cadence is worse—a rhythmical verse
Is a felony critics abhor.
“Love” gets a shove
In the ash-can where Beauty “belongs”.
Psychosis is “in”—optimism’s a sin:
Down the toilet with heart wringing songs!
There once was a congressman named Weiner
Suspected of exposing his 'wiener'
Of course he claimed no knowledge
Oh yeah! Claimed girl in college
He could be charged with a misdemeanor
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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If you were a lover
I’d tire of loving
instead, I nurse
and soothe
as an ulcer
reminded when
I or anyone
commits a misdemeanor
that given your delicate state
it burns pitifully, and you
pained beyond the measure
flare, charring my skin
as I hold on,
stomp out the flames
and bring you back, again.
For a cryptic misdemeanor?
None of their reasoning was clear;
They only wanted her controlled
with the turn of a single key;
Threw her inside and locked the door
hoping that she would disappear;
Wild was impossible to mold
her heart would not bend easily;
That flash in her eyes was so bold
as she rebelled amicably.
A war was on,
(psychological)
to transgress the unwritten line.
Me, stranded on the
sands of time.
Day after day
shaven heads in protest
erupt in fury.
Firebrands join like
ducks to water.
In camera, you
open the folds of mystery.
As we start reading script,
the wounds were mine,
and you were the sounds.
On the table, I put my
eyes, ears and my
father’s shoes. I come
out in open, to take
a shower of abuses.
Satish Verma
Santa the Sinner crossed the Covid line,
With PPE rules he did not comply.
Cookies and milk were swapped, his ample appetizer,
He gobbled up the mask and drank the sanitizer!
For reckless misdemeanor he was fined.
At that point poor Santa’s short fuse blew,
Pandemic? Global? Covid? What! Says WHO?
I ran present production all year from dusk to dawn,
The ones you truly wish for, not bought on Amazon!
No crazy Covid protocols I knew!
December 7, 2020
I looked all over town
And all I could find
Was yellow and brown
The mixture of brown and yellow
Eversole was mellow
Must have been a misdemeanor
For together they were Mindbender
It is I kept on pretending
Earth shattering rendering
The Browns and the yellows combusted
Equally yoked but yet further disgusted
Such a trifling mix
Making each of us sick
What gets, mixed.
Brown and yellow
Wha wha what's
orange
10/31/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o19