Short Multi Poems
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multi tasking
on a one track mind
can't fast forward
or rewind
can't push stop
can't push play
stuck on stupid
f*** this day
Iridescent blooms,
linger lavender or peach.
Butterflies alight.
Theres a flood today in Crick.'
Uncontrolled migrants; on the uptick'
There is football till morning.'
When they normally were snoring
And drunks in their, park being sick.'
Tiny aerialist weaves its own net; shiny silvery web.
Arachned bobbing about its web in sunlight; quite a picture.
How clever she is; it doubles as her kitchen!
Madonna is eclectic, multi-talented too, a humdinger
She has been a producer, a director, actress and singer
Song-writing has come natural as do many other things
She is impressive no matter what direction her ideas bring
Corona Virus..... oh shut up or shut down?
We are all in the same crisis run-a-round.
With or without Trump and Brexit it's the same ole' coffin.
There's no cure for the gormless boffin.
by
Martin Braun
3/14/2020
Trust, a multi-petalled rarest flower,
Easy that never grows on a bower.
Mistrust blooms and trust dies,
Rare again to arise,
Should it still, shines atop a tall tower.
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Reflections | 02.07.15 |
Madonna, her stage name
Pop artist, who easily gained fame
Intelligent? Oh, yes!
Acting prowess, dancing finesse.
Multi-talented ballplayer, with acclaim.
Written: 3-24-2019
Contest: Celebrity or Famous Person Clerihew
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
can you summarize
proust's remembrance
of things past in less
then a minute and a half
while juggling an egg
a chainsaw and a
bowling ball
standing on one leg
whistling parts of bizet's
habanera from carmen
or if you can't do that
at least while driving
use
your
turn signal
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Forks can be multi-purposed.
I keep one in my purse for emergencies.
They are good to retrieve things that slide under booths in restaurants.
Helpful to dislodge cockleburs from dog's fur
Part my hair when I am waiting for a friend at Gilly’s Café.
A fork does not pull your hair as hard as a comb.
I am semi addicted to word games,
Making one hundred to two hundred moves
Each night. I wish I was kidding. But I
Am not. I average 3.5 hours of word
Games, mostly scrabble type games,
While I listen to TV as if it was a radio.
It brings me back to my childhood,
Listening for the words, and not
Seeing the people who use them.
Simple bugs that can fly through the air,
like bees and ladybugs, they don't scare.
Multi-legs frighten me,
from all spiders, I flee!
Centipedes make me jump on a chair!
Many legs that can race 'cross the floor
bring a fear that I cannot ignore.
When they fast run away,
this sure ruins my day-
they can hide to alarm me once more!
On a summer day
A day with children at play
Memories come back
The old neighborhood
How we used that neighborhood
So seldom inside
Our dirty bare feet
At games in constant motion
Lungs alive with joy
Drooping in at eve
And nearly too tired to eat
We lay down at last
To sleep dream away
A thousand phantoms linger
On a summer day
I use philosophical musings,
My key maker is reverie,
A few attempts may be needed,
Alignment may not occur each time.
Upon success, the door opens,
A mirror stands there, devoid of reflection,
Then a ripple, whatever part of you hidden,
Manifests.
It grasps you digging talons in,
drags you inside,
Beware, can take possession of your husk,
enjoy the ride.
Joseph's pop gave him a multi-colored coat that put his brothers in a snit!
They became so outraged that the eldest bro suggested tossing him in a pit!
Praise the Lord! He was rescued, ended up in Egypt and had the last laugh!
Joe found favor in Pharaoh's eyes and was promoted to be his Chief of Staff!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
You can only visit, you can't stay,
A blessing from God,
Comes in the shape of triangles and sguares,
Maybe someone you met at church,
Nature appears and the love stays,
Self-controlled and smart,
The ability for man and woman to marry again,
God complex and fulfilling,
My thesaurus rhymes with thoughts,
That are many and diversified,
University a distant goal.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Multi-task Joe is in the know
With a Type A personality.
Brilliant of mind, he’s the kind
To do things simultaneously.
He does not fail to read e-mail,
With laptop devoted and humming.
His cell phone scowled as he dialed
With the freight train fiercely coming.
Eating a snack, he crossed the track,
While for details he was asking.
Now, his coffin doubles for folks with troubles,
Sitting on his casket basking.
In a way, he is still multi-tasking!
I sit by my multi-dimensional window,
Seeing the beauty of God's nature,
I think that God's portrait is my favorite,
The beautiful white clouds shapely and divine,
Trees dancing in the wind,
The sidewalk seems to go on forever,
Pedestrians greeting and visiting,
Cars stand like pioneer stories,
We have elevated from coach to car,
God's blessing to humanity,
I sip my cup of coffee and savour,
A delicious experience to enjoy.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I know all your secrets and I know how to let them out
Who to tell, what you said, why you did it
I know how to break you down just as you have me
Your faces surround me night after night
In the dark, in the sky
You're all around me
All the time
Well you know what?
I know all your secrets and I know how to let them out
Who to tell, and how to break you down
Your games haunt me when I'm home all alone
In the dark, in the closet
They're all around me
All the time
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