Short Out Front Poems
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Summer breeze, sun shine
Swinging on the garden seat
A Robins sonnet
The school bus arrives out front
Honey, I got some time off
OUT FRONT
She’s an athlete in beautiful shape
With a figure that makes people gape
And success she’ll attain
Her advantage is plain
When it comes to breasting the tape
A special place was made for the old red Mack
Right out front of the house with its shiny stack
It earned this space
It paid for this place
Forty years from Ohio to the east and back
A sign out front of a bar & grill shack
“Liquor in the front, poker in the back”
Suggestive, you betcha
Naughty image etcetera
Quite misleading, but an enticing plaque
A sign out front of a bar & grill shack
“Liquor in the front, poker in the back”
Suggestive, you betcha
Naughty image etcetera
Quite misleading, but an enticing plaque
A sign out front of a bar & grill shack
“Liquor in the front, poker in the back”
Suggestive, you betcha
Naughty image etcetera
Quite misleading, but an enticing plaque
New blood will flow
and breath exhale
—as my steps go far and wide
With verse out front
to lead the way
—to that promised other side
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.
An old lady in my apartment building died yesterday
The Salvation Army truck was out front
Her worldly possessions stacked high
Strangers will soon find them a new home
as the cycle of life and death perpetuates
and mutates together as one
Silence
in the clank of the button
on my blue jeans
tumbling in the dryer
Silence
in the ceaseless yapping
of the dog locked outside
next door
Silence
in the booming stereo
from the truck parked
out front
Deafening cacophony
in the silence
from you
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
The bush out back
where children play.
some trees, some rocks.
A love to say.
The house out front.
It's porch cement.
The dog tied up.
His dropping pent.
Your parents home
where light is warm.
You come in late,
despite alarm.
With a green aura
That surrounds this house of old
Sits a spooky feel
Lamppost out front casts shadows
Working eeriness about
A lone light is lit
By candle in upstairs room
Visible on street
Helps create the dim green glow
That permeates all around
Russell Sivey
No matter how great the versing
writing always lacks the note
That music plants inside our souls
words by their nature rote
Its melody takes you skyward
all reason left behind
Pure joy out front to then surround
—what substitutes as mind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Monotone some would say
black and white this is true
but not like simple nothing new
sitting comfortably on the couch
a look of intensity
seriousness
as if almost reaching bliss
paws out front
haunches bent
tail forthright between two back legs
he slouches
upon his head he wears a mask
like a bandit
as he is named
For contest Dance Wave colours....
car, desire, imagery, passion, race, sexy
Race
Car named
Flame
Master
Devil be dammed
Take all
Wins
First place
No tail spins
Straight run inside
way out front
Tail gates
Again
inside
gain ahead
Wins first
Red
Orange
Hot!
Where the ground meets the sky
And I’m looking at a place
Filled with palm trees an
Every house is blue in color
With a variety of large
Butterflies attached
Out front there’s a light
Blue brick road, that
Looks like glass and it
Shines so brightly
Underneath, is the ocean
You can look down and
See the marine life
Swimming around
This house of things, with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe.
Out front the crabgrass wrestles with a lawn.
This house of things with all the people gone
imagines mildew, dust against the dawn.
See how mold and dryrot whisper to undo
this house of things with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe.
Yep.....No one dun told me...
About that puddle out front....
No body bothered to warn me..
The truth I'd have to hunt...
I stepped in the middle,
Expecting, of water, just a little....
Of concern, a mere piddle....
Suddenly hit by this natural riddle....
HOW COULD THAT PUDDLE,
BE 16 FEET DEEP?
I'll pass my life being befuddled...
Even when I sleep!
Spinning around,
Jumping rope,
Something found,
Gave wonder and hope.
Homework to do,
Grades to earn,
Squabbles brew,
Moody concern.
Research to keep,
Always on the go,
Lack of sleep,
Prideful show.
Life still a mess,
Why am I fat?!
Work in progress,
More than one cat.
Rocking chair,
Sitting out front,
Knowing stare,
Memories confront.
Louis Armstrong …
a class by himself
Not Dixie or Jazz
but much deeper felt
Growing better with age
his music enthralls
If fourteen or forty
his melodies call
Both Ella and Ray
are seated out front
As Satchmo delivers
when others exeunt
Timelessly treasured
he’d broken the mold
Of what sound can measure
—and a smile can hold
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
With only twelve keys
the music commands
Some white and some black
their harmony grand
Scoring the melody
eternal and free
Whether Quincy or Frank,
Prince, Peggy, or me
Heaven the audience
Angels out front
Truth for a drummer
Sandalphon conducts
All time in abeyance
the chorus in song
Both gates swinging open
—the silence is gone
(The New Room: April, 2023)
With only twelve keys
the music commands
Some white and some black
their harmony grand
Scoring the melody
eternal and free
Whether Quincy or Frank,
Prince, Peggy, or me
Heaven the audience
Angels out front
Truth for a drummer
Sandalphon conducts
All time in abeyance
the chorus in song
Both gates swinging open
—the silence is gone
(The New Room: April, 2023)
A “For Sale” sign
stands out front
where once a parish
notice board stood
for a hundred years.
Inside, the pews are gone.
A stark, stripped back space
echoes an absence
occupied now by only wisps
of dust drifting through a shaft
of sunlight, a buzzing blowfly
and a spiders web spun
across a window
as if strung to snare
the frayed wings
of the last
escaping prayer.
Rabbit brags
crazily;
Tortoise plods
lazily.
Rabbit gets
sleepy, see.
Tortoise wins
Easily.
Work ethic
is lacking;
Rabbit gets
shellacking.
Relentless,
forward, there.
T’s out front
by a hare.
Nonfiction
or fable?
Decide if
you’re able.
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I’m watching from a distance
As my mom loses her mind
My feet cemented to the ground,
I won’t get there in time.
Her piercing screams and cries
Reverberate in my brain,
I fear she will hurt herself
To alleviate her pain.
I see her struggle to stand
And she spits at any help,
But when she falls down again
She blames the cards she was dealt.
I reach my arms out front
Grabbing at the air,
I just wish I could reach my mom
And tell her that I’m there.