Short Nervy Poems

chutzpah in new york
cheeky annoying brashness
nervy confidence...

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Nervy  quiz night fun,
I've farted so I'll finish,
Stop at nearby Gents....

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A new intern,
nervy, eager.

Old guy in bed -
terminal ticket to wherever.
He opens his eyes,
points a trembling finger
to something or other,
then speaks.

"Google me."

The young Doctor
only watches TikTok
for the cat videos...

This facile observation,
is not a metaphor
for anything at all.
...

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Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows			
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs	
like another time?							

Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably		
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!


written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula...

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After my first cutlass slash,
I had hit upon a bloody nervy sash,
And had fainted half,
Rest of the scene was in delirium,
A nightmare and a dream,
I was discovered by house help,
Who couriered me to medical help,
I am treated in stomach and mind for the wound,
And out of depression,
For a life that abounds....

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MAKE FUN

        Mind makes marvels mirth and merriment
        Arousing joy, spree and delight to amuse
        Knocking, kindling sense of humor
        Entertaining and enlightening.

        Frolic festive feeling fascinating
        Unclasping unraveling
        Nervy nice cheerful laughter.                                   
  
   02/03/19

  'Word Play' Contest by Bobby May...

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i'm stuck between heaven and hell
with secrets i can not tell
who to trust and who to believe
these thoughts i perceive

i'd like the world to be worthy
of trust and to be less nervy
always be ready for that stab in the back
the world is cold it cares alack

i'd really love to have a friend
who i can trust to the very end
and never feeling down or conned
for this friendship time often longed....

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O clock-faced time
why do you twitter all day long -
begone all ding dongs
and bell towers.
I have a French fry on my shoulder,
my body trembles internally
broken springs click-clack,
knock upon self-beating gongs.
Yes, I am angry,
often bitterly bothered
about the passing of
just about everything,
and why on earth
cannot I stay put
and pause the thought
of oblivion
just for one
uninterrupted moment....

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