Short Opined Poems
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We
Opined
Vigorously
Worked
And
The
Home
Chicken
Was
Saved
Peckings
Peckings
Consensus…
the sum of like judgment
Judgment,
the tool of conjecture
Conjecture,
opined observation
Happening quite often
—with eyes closed
(Eastern College: October, 2020)
A bitterly cold day entered.
Front gathered hard -- imagine jagged knives.
Looks more northerly, opined pundits,
Quite raw -- snow tires useful.
Very wondrous; xerophytes yearning zocalo.
The 4th dimension,
space and time
Godel agreed,
Einstein opined
If set in motion,
the future passed
Time self negated
—its truth recast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Which is it, a pigeon or dove?
We hate one; the other, we love.
Your clean car, that blob?
'Twas likely a squab,
opined likewise of you, thereof.
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H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All
After guzzlin' beer Gus needed to pee.
He sought solace behind a nearby tree.
Before the judge he was fined,
To which Gus gravely opined:
"Where e'er you be let yer water flow free!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Powerful word play, penned with…possibility
Outstanding opinions opined out of… originality
Excellent expressions engraved like an entity
Truthful tales ant tones told with tenacity
Rhymes and rhapsodies, raw… like reality
You are free to fetch words from yonder-city
Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined
The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring
Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting
Perceptions don’t budge,
as we judge the judge,
who opined against,
we marked as a taint.
We too ink the void
and are oft decoyed,
by patterns of old,
we’ve not put on hold.
There’s nothing to seek,
for each wave’s unique,
flowing as ordained,
till love is ingrained.
Earnest Ernie Van Stickle,
Sat on a mushy pub pickle.
Yeah, Ernie was hot,
He fumed as he bristled.
Now he had a wet spot.
with a big sticky tickler.
He said OH, why not,
and ordered a triple.
Then, even Earnie smiled,
when the bar keep opined,
Van, better wet, than a Thistle.
An everlasting love is hard to find.
That kind of love makes you blind.
Your mind races against opined.
It has the heart twined in a bind.
You might consign to unrefined notions.
So be shined before being dined.
Make sure the everlasting love is
combined with an everlasting dove.
Form:
After guzzlin' beer Gus needed to pee
He sought relief behind a nearby tree
Before the judge he was fined
To which Gus gravely opined:
"Where e'er you be let yer water flow free!"
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "A Limerick, Old Or New" Contest
Placed No. 4 in the contest
As you paint your songs with colours divine
And words you so assiduously mined
You leave me standing breathlessly behind
Your visceral emotion hypnotically opined.
Mesmerising destructive bewitching my soul
Wreckingly angelic your voice takes its toll
And leaves me in wonder at feelings you extoll
And tears into pieces the form that once was whole
Just wrap me in your exquisite tones tonight...
In one
No fun.
From start
End part.
Today
No way.
Daily
Nelly.
But long
Read song.
Ashamed
Not named.
In here
Quite clear.
Disown
The known.
Thrown off
Keep off.
Church creeds
Bad seeds.
Your eyes
Have pies.
Your mind
Opined.
Your find
Is kind.
No priest
Does feast.
Effect
Select.
Your read
Your feed.
Your rhyme
Your grime.
Stand tall
With all.
My neighbour has a shed
And he's in there all the time,
There are lots of bangs and crashes,
"He's up to something iffy," I opined.
My wife said "mind your business
It's his shed, it's up to him,"
(still though I'd love to know,
What on earth he hides within.)
So I asked him, and he told me
He'd built a memory machine,
It helps you remember or forget,
I said " show me what you mean."
My neighbour has a shed....
Said the broccoli, "Hey - look at me
I look like a small, but perfect tree"
The mushrooms squawked saying "Listen, fellas
we think we look like umbrellas"
The walnut, small, but oh so vain
proceeded to claim, he looked like a brain
Attention was turned to the erudite milk
who opined that he was 'liquid silk'
The banana, bashful in phallic unease
groaned "Can we change the subject, please"
Charging nine twenty-five for a glass
Of merlot in this joint? Thanks, I'll pass.
I like Walmart's low rate.
At just two eighty-eight,
I can drink the whole bottle. What class!
I don't have to own futures and stocks
Or hang out with some overpaid jocks.
'Cuz I've often opined
That the best wine you'll find
Can be poured from a spout on a box.
Written June 17th for Francine Roberts' Bottle of Wine, (fruit of the vine, when.......)
contest
Rain made no apologies to sun
as it satiated a whetted appetite,
opined it was the right of nature
unconditionally given dispensation
by Mother Earth's nurturing favor
of life-giving creative indulgences,
whereon flower's blooming accolades
truly know the opulence of its essence,
whilst aroused poet's inspired reveries
ever shine 'neath abundant cloudbursts
Anyone who thinks that sunshine is pure happiness,
has never danced in the rain. -- unknown