Short Overrun Poems
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Bed bugs in my bedroom
Safari ants in compound
army worms in gardens
microbes in bloodstream
hot tongues in the office
rats in the granary, store
I’m overrun, captured!
Predecessor of the dog; wolfs purpose is a special one.
Without wolves, water cannot flow freely; something all life needs.
Leave the wolves be or beavers will overrun the waterways!
Overrun with covid
Overpowered with stress,
Obligation their aim
Otherwise our health spent,
Oxbridge to the rescue
Outlook fashions a smile
On the front line of hell.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
in a dusted haze
in many ways
an image of you i saw
but in my dream
it never seemed
to be that real at all
but as i layed
for you i prayed
what had you become?
a vivid face
yet not a trace
my mind just overrun
Form:
The blonde playing hopscotch
had a tattoo
In a collision of eras,
her ponytail flew
As innocence skipped,
the ink started to run
A bastardized image
—of time overrun
(Villanova University Campus: October, 2019)
distant thunderheads
vast golden plains turned cold gray~
wild horses run free
torrential rain storms
rivers overrun leveys~
bears feast on salmon
cool morning drizzle
freezing announces winter~
cocoons await spring
Seek
them all out,
overrun they thrive.
Fields full of hiding places
speak
to the courage of children.
Away from dull eyes
naive dreams
stretch
I try to write poetry
as Papa did prose
Each couplet in focus
with short punches thrown
The verses compact
no lines overrun
Their meaning eternal
—to rise like the sun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
The odds of going to a grocery store for a loaf of bread
And coming out with just that, you'd be severely misled
Odds are three billion to one
Your basket will be overrun
With a myriad of other mouth watering items instead
Where is the moon,
Where is the sun,
My sky is dark and overrun-
When I look for the Stars
I’m blinded by sun,
When I look for the light
I’m lost by night,
Oh gratitude where art thou,
In my search for your hydration
All I find is drought-
Empathetic Pet Loving Santa was overrun by the best of pets.
There were puppies and kitties, and hamsters who made bets.
We were hesitant to visit because there was always fur in his pie.
Please have some! He would say. We declined without telling him why.
Oh, just one
flake was soon overrun
until everything was covered white.
I watched the fragile winter scene with great delight;
it was such a beautiful mesmerizing sight.
All night the wintery winds did blow.
To make my morning glow -
pure white snow.
Meek and soft Jesus walked on earth,
Yielded to do the Father's will:
Save the souls of my people lost
And shackled in the devil's den.
Violently snatch them from the death;
Invincible, you strike him at will.
Overrun the enemy's host,
Redeem all trapped souls from death's glen.
Remember, those days we went to school and learned so well,
the Golden Rule?
Now, that, it is no longer taught, we wonder, why America is
overrun by fools!
5/31/2022
* this may be true in other countries...I do not know*
New York City is overrun by rats!
And is driving the poor citizens bats.
Guv'mint will botch extinction.
They ne'er act with distinction.
I'd suggest they bring in legions of cats!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Behold! A garden of rich red roses!
Oh, how it lingers inside of my head.
A vast world unlocked another closes,
parasites now overrun this deathbed.
As the center of us now transposes,
this infestation flourishing will spread.
New take on survival of the fittest,
as flowers lay dying we breed unrest.
Bad news eclipses sun
Like the moon orbits your face
As we grow together, rooted
This garden displays variety, its fruits
So don’t overrun simply because you can
Robbing future diversity defrauds us all
And you don’t have to love me – no
Just accept mine as encompassing
To protect from blinding madness
A faraway place
Frequently forgotten
Given to much social unrest
Hardly known, never understood
And
Never completely tamed
In spite of decades of turmoil
Since overrun by power-hungry
Taliban
And
Never likely to be civilized
The sun shines on your
Dark eyes
Pale face
Blank mind
Veiled emotion
This is the aftermath of deprivation
The moon sparks up your
Overrun mind
Burdened by today's thoughts
Reminded of yesterday's emotions
Revisited by last year's memories
Tempted by next year's ambitions
This is you...deprived
The Capitol’s a scary place to be.
It’s overrun by noisy, wild-eyed critters.
These hordes are a surreal sight to see,
with actions that give some of us the jitters!
Just thinking of them is so darned depressing.
Their antics recent news reports are stressing.
Compared to them, cicadas are a blessing!
June 11, 2021
Such time lost in my thoughts too long thought to be voiced.
Such time lost in my voice that could have brought me joy.
Such time lost in that joy that was overrun by tears.
Such time lost in long cries heard only by my ears.
Such time lost in my ears that only wanted a kind word.
Such time lost in those words. Never spoken. Never heard.
Form:
there is a cat on the beach the hounds reported.
They knew this cat was special, maybe imported.
For the beach was overrun with dogs of every size.
Cats were not welcome here, no big surprise.
Someone should tell her, a yellow lab said.
He took six friends who all ran ahead.
The cat disappeared before they got very near.
She got the message one said, feeling her fear.
These dreams, always gnawing and cold.
So fleet and free like a rabid mountain stream.
I'm always pursued, then overrun.
Tormented and torn to tidbits.
Bitten on the neck by death.
A lone glass cherry left to die.
At the bottom of a black goblet night.
The sun usually arrives on time.
Gleaning blackness and rabbit screams.
From this cherry-stained attic of a dream.
People running for
their very lives
Really, now are
you surprised?
Your very pen,
voted for a leader,
far from wise.
America, overrun
with illegal
Covid patients!
Am sure many enjoy
this tragic comedy,
and slap their thighs.
The UN, will do nothing
at all, a bin of losers.
Much loved by infamous,
globalist choosers.
8/18/202i
1p.m. PST
What has to be done must be done
Lazing around just will not pay
Grab hold of yourself and move on
Do what you have to do today
Despite the mood you may be in
Know time and tide wait for no one
Get busy, start the ball rolling
If not, you will be overrun
Hold on and sustain the effort
Though you may not feel to do so
Stand firmly for no matter what
Be assured success will follow