Short On A Lark Poems
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Joan of Arc would never bark
A command out on a lark
But would save the day
In a saintly way
Forever leaving her mark
Sammy went out on a lark
sailing his boat in the dark
and while he got drunk
his little boat sunk
so his hangover went to the shark
The wife was just lying their stark
As a young lad puffed on a Lark
Without his pants
It took one glance
To see that her Kent was no Clark!
once a tree hugger from warren
awakened from too much snorin
setting out on a lark
to the nearest state park
he sent all the birds a soarin.
There was an old poet named Mark
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing more on a lark.
Rich and poor, good and evil, light and dark
Juxtaposition examples living on a lark
Sliding down a hill in east Central Park
Inviting hot and cold, benign and stark.
Elmer Fudd chose one day on a lark
to go looking through mud. In the dark,
he got swept to the sea.
Most unfortunately,
he found naught but the bite of a shark!
April 4, 2020 for Mudlark Contest
flash
spark
lights dark
court and spark
fireflies on a lark
flirting with their little lanterns
adorn the skies, and tease the eyes, with starlike patterns
school-kids savor in Summer, before that bare bummer, the firefly funeral in Fall
I heard once upon a time
A new moon was sure to rise
Rise And ride over the Loch,
Where good ol' Nessie's on a lark
Perhaps' she's watching the lightning fly by?
Wishing she could leap and fly?
I do not know if she thinks at all
Now shh! let me listen to her call
A Florida man went to the park,
did martial arts there after dark.
His wax more off than on,
he karate-kicked swans
and yelled at the cranes on a lark.
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Actual headline: "Florida Man Arrested in Local Park for 'Practicing Karate' on Swans"
The mole that she is sporting there
On the breast that's partially bare
Proud to have the beauty mark
She got it one day on a lark
The needle stung but worth the price
Sure the boys would think it nice
The spot upon her chest you see
Natural beauty for a monetary fee
For the Mole contest...
I saw a horsefly when I was young
I saw a man that was being transparent
I saw my brother take a trip on a lark
When acrophobia to him was inherent
At the top of the stairs a clock ran down
I once saw a trash truck fly up the road
Someone told me that time was running out
But it's still hard to believe a cock crowed!
Dusk shone lavender toned skies upon the mountain field
where scattered trees with wizened limbs were steeled to ground.
High grass tickled their small legs while they giggled and ran.
Intoxicated by freedom from rules and the summon of fireflies,
they were four cousins with jars on a lark never known before.
All under nine but two would wake the morn to lifelong heartache.
I’m going out on a lark;
That I’m not fraid of the dark;
Though I be on point;
Not living the life in this joint
Suspect
Music moment of the time;
Rhythms and themes;
Tarnished polished dreams;
Not giving of sorts;
And in all of this, we all miss
Detective, detecting---
Suspect
11/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Unheralded purple on wings of hush
Stretching to infinity
A rebel erasing lines of sight
On a lark
Of inevitability
What forces have combined
To set this immutable wheel in play?
No haste it knows
Yet its advance is constant
As the day and evening goes
It measures progress in shades of gray
‘Til one last gasp
And we are plunged to sightless depths
Tottering, blind, and dumb
While the madman laughs
Ebola Haiku
They were in command
And should haven taken a stand
Not put heads in sand.
Seems simple to me
For better someone to be
Strings attached cut free.
Where is place to park?
Wondered around in the dark
Learned place on a lark.
Can be contagious
Which to me is outrageous
Said all the sages.
Should we only wait
Not be late and educate
Then start a new trait.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Hearing subversive, oft-hand remark,
Callously spreading rumor on a lark.
Silhouette of angst o'er mind parks.
Deceitful soul's vast refuge a bulwark,
keeping mind's sentient eye in the dark,
Still short-sighted vision veils a quark,
But to dry, subliminal tinder won't hark.
Fueled consciences' flint strikes spark,
Fanning winds o'er tender psyche arc.
Singeing flame peels soul's, dense bark;
Contrasting light to mind painfully stark
quark: elementary particles having electric charges
On a truant stroll did embark
Amorous libertine on a lark
Half past eight, almost dark
Chance encounter in the park
Whimsical glance hit the mark
Scintilating essence; a meadowlark
Glowing eyes radiated a spark
Glimmering lips lust did earmark
Craven, black hair so sleek, so stark
Bleating bosom her beaconing bulwark
Cleavage mapped by tight, clinging sark
Hips slithering along like a careening shark
Silken nylons her sensuous trademark
Writhing, to her milky nectar I did hark