Short Off The Cuff Poems
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OFF THE CUFF
off the cuff, poetry,
Off the Cuff
May be Rough
But you can do it
It's not absurd
To use a word
You just make it fit....
off the cuff, people, political,
built with lies...
merely a means..
word generator for Jan
off the cuff, words,
A symptomatology buff
one morning was feeling quite rough
a cold his prognosis
no strict diagnosis
just one he thought up off the cuff.
Using the word 'symptomatology', from the Poetry Soup random word generator,
and as a present for Jan Allison, box of tissues not included x
off the cuff, funny
Drink earth's grape - and liquor's melting
of the sense's grim
clap the heart and soul and dance
the music's justly whim
moisten now life's hurried stance
with temporary oil
lift the spirit - tilt the glass
spin day's doldrums - kiss the sin
for 'morrow enters still again
the mundane and the rough
tonight - you soothe the palette
by living off the cuff...
Up to Snuff
off the cuff, health,
Everything can feel so tough
When someone isn’t up to snuff.
Your best may not be good enough
Although you try and try.
What often happens off the cuff,
As simple as a powder puff,
May suddenly seem raw and rough,
A truth you can’t deny.
So if you’re acting grim and gruff
Because you lack your normal stuff,
You just might not be up to snuff
And that’s the reason why.
Like Trump Like Pope
off the cuff, humor,
The latest off-the-cuff remark
by none other than pope Francis
has the Vatican reeling in shock
and in near moribund paralysis,
when he said he wouldn’t fear a schism
in the church, causing doubt whether his
catholicism reflects true catechism?
His remark, they say, compares to Trump
wishing for an opportunity to dump
a useless and outdated Constitution
with his own less impeding substitution.
The Saddest Smile
off the cuff, sad
I watched as reason
drained your face,
to reveal a single tear
buried under the layers
I witnessed as the dye
dripped off the cuff
twin splashes of blue
scarred my cornea’s
I prayed as the colour
drained from your mouth,
as its corners
found the downturn
I cry as you dance
would bring you back
and smiling in Technicolour