Short Newcomer Poems

Courageous living
Evolving Accepting Now
Clean day newcomer...

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She was practically comatose
sluggish
lethargic
apathetic

A handsome newcomer slipped into the room
And she miraculously transmogrified
into a glitzy, shiny, fire ball.

He married her a few weeks later
Having no idea
Whom he was getting....

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Fearless Avant Garde fashion witch concocts love potion number twenty-three
A glorious new elixir that truly makes new sense of “blessed be”.
There are many who watch her create this mysterious recipe.
Dancing with the ambiance of this sleek classy newcomer witch named Fee....

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It burns 
it hurts 
and bends 
like hell
trying to 
accommodate
the newcomer
never welcoming 
but always lusting for
waiting for it 
inch by inch 
as it slides 
down my tube
but after the pain
I receive pure 
ecstasy in exchange
 I've come to learn
that you just have to
let it go in....

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A Simple Sacred Deal

No truly priceless thing can be bought or sold
Or willed or conjured to keep or hold
Honor cannot be given or taken away
As the precious seconds in God's given day
God gifts for free and for real
Should we mind a simple sacred deal
To do as we would be done
And live together as though we're one...

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I MET U AS A STRANGER 
BUT NOW UR MY NEWCOMER
INTO MY LIFE AS A IDIOT FRIEND
WHEN I HURT MYSELF
U START HURTING YOURSELF
WHEN I AM SILENT 
YOU START SCOLDING ME
 WHEN I SAY THAT I CANNOT DO ANYTHING 
YOU SAY LUSU YOUR VERSATILE 
I REALLY LIKE YOU SOO MUCH IDIOT
I LOVE YOU DEAR 
YOUR MY BEST PERSON IN LIFE
AS WELL AS
YOUR MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER...

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September spells the end of the summer
Halloween decorations will soon appear,
The signs of cold weather are a bummer
September spells the end of the summer,
Appearance of a frost is not a newcomer
With few sunny days; cloudier and drear,
September spells the end of the summer
Halloween decorations will soon appear.

Written September 6, 2022...

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What is she?
Who is she?
Does she have a name?

I heard…
I heard….
I heard.

It was the first flapper our small town had ever seen.
Not a she yet.
No one cared about her.
We just wanted to flash looks and gossip.

this newcomer did not care.
a flapper is self-confident.
pleasing no one but herself.
beautiful look on this self-assured woman
who needed no one's approval but her own....

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Skips in a line of Customers
To attend to some newcomers;
A long good patience running out,
A long silent voice to soon shout!

"Why aside a guy in need wave"
While he does same attention crave?
CCTV does bear witness,
People's acts judging their fitness...

He could seller call A Bastard
Or for humor Tasteless Custard;
A claim he ate her this morning
But has, since, been sadly mourning....

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While listening on his cosmic phone
He caught the words 'Olympus blown'
A newcomer, being shown around
was guided there by way of sound

" she's listening " Archimedes found
to steps been laid upon the ground
Sir Isaac, while upside down
gave Albert a turn
saying "change that frown!"
Kelvin's finally finished his cup
and our dearest Tesla...

is about to wake up!

.
.
it's a matter...
of transmutable...

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Lions were talking about the ABE (amazing beautiful elephant).
Which one is it? Someone asked.
They stared at the newcomer.
You mean you cannot tell?

She had not seen the ABE yet.
The ABE came from the north, her ears flapping.
Painted in a multitude of gorgeous colors, like a monarch.
I see her now, the newcomer said.
What can she do?

Just being gorgeous is enough, isn’t it? Asked a meerkat.
I bet she might be tasty too, said a lion cub....

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Mamie has a rather shabby coat, it is a mainstay
We all know it; green with tassels, a bit scraggly
It was her mother’s coat, she will never get rid of it
It still smells like her, she tells us.

Is she creepy? A newcomer asks me.
She has not met Mamie yet.
You need to meet her and make up your own mind.
She does, and she falls in love with her.

Like the rest of us have.
She might be wrinkly and old,
She might not have the best clothes
But she has the best heart....

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A snarly-mouthed, cross-eyed, pessimist with an attitude toward mean.
Ann Marie disregards opinions that are not her own.
The town has ignored her for so long, few people remember her name.
She speaks in a pirate’s brogue when she speaks, which is not often.
Mostly to a newcomer who is brave enough to say “hello” to her.
Her relatives parted ways long ago, even though she still lives here.
She is satisfied with their arrangement.
So are the other six thousand and twenty-two residents....

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