Short Overuse Poems
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Once tricked, always the puppet
The strings are invisible to many
Somehow, you feel the tension of each rope
Constant tugging and pulling
Marks left from overuse and abuse
Doing what you must, not what you want
Ouch! Alright, I confess to overuse,
But easy does it, tiger. Good grief!
Must you kick me when I'm down?
When do you go numb? I beg, release...
Your grip on my achy calf muscle!
exhaustion
scratches at the back of my dry eyes
images of subconscious float into reality
confusing conversation
my skin is hypersensitive
brain aches with overuse
even music hurts
oooo craving
a soft cool pillow
and silence
Singularity socioplasma
Checkit future beatcha
Beauty vulgarspoken tweaktalks
Brokenrule syntax thruwalks
Collapsecom moreless
Triplespeak betterbest
Mindmush neuroplasticity
In homodatum newbie
Virtualsapien weblifes
Newreal digihive
Override overuse overbe
Oncewas nowam newme
Under this brilliant clear blue sky
A smoldering heat has descended,
Humidity so high I think I shall die
Under this brilliant clear blue sky
Electricity is now in short supply,
And, overuse of water is rescinded
Under this brilliant clear blue sky,
A smoldering heat has descended.
Written June 16, 2022
Can't sleep? Why not?
Drink a lot? Feverish hot?
Indigestion? Sinus congestion?
Arthritis pain? Half insane?
Constant wheezing? Bouts of sneezing?
Drug abuse? Device overuse?
Relative died? Stock market slide?
Spouse cheating? Overeating?
All these are troublemakers, true
Others sleep ~ Why's insomnia picked you?
Beautiful is just a word
The same as
Kind
Attractive
Repetition
Doesn't give it any significance
Do you know me
See me
Own me
Saying it won't make
Anything more beautiful
Overuse
Overplayed
It ain't pretty
No meaning in your words
No significance in your words
Don't call me beautiful
I'm myself
I'm more than
Just "a beautiful lady like" me
Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command
of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads.
Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand.
Heat overuse caused great melt overload.
Alas, Winter thawed--and found he'd been snowed.
~Snowed, in this sense, means overwhelmed with lies,
taken advantage of~
December 13, 2021
For Winter Quintain Contest
by Francine Roberts
Listen to poem:
"Oh, I never got a chance to tell you that I liked Sarah Vaughn too, this night reminds me to tell you that...I do, A***a, my son, Love Pops," ... by Poet
Lone
moans
ensues
overuse
be two years of tears
Jan fourteen-twenty-twenty-two
It is time I watched His video, and heard His songs ...
"Pops, my night, no goody-two-shoes, just R & B, the rebel me--with Mickey Mouse Hat!"
Come and get it I have some breaking news!
You really need to get here right away,
this development quickly made my day;
It may just set off your internal fuse
careful the fire you do not overuse;
Run don’t walk there is no time to delay
come and get it!
Rebuilding with leftover residues
your future can be changed starting today!
That alone gives you a reason to stay;
Sparing a moment you really can’t lose;
Come and get it!
In everything we think we own
lies everything we stand to lose;
in every feeling we have known
lives every phrase we overuse.
Our cycles end, begin again
with boundaries we fail to set,
act not from love but with disdain,
say we forgive but can't forget.
We crave release but carry on
in much the same as those before,
nothing unique to call upon,
our own mistakes to answer for
in days and weeks and year to year,
and beg redemption to appear...
Dee was skimpy with her adjectives once again.
Whereas her twin Sue Lee was generous with them.
Neither of them had books that sold in droves or well.
Which twin's words do I like better? That is hard to tell.
Your words are insufficient, incomplete, meager Sue Lee said.
Dee said Sue Lee’s overuse of adjectives hurt her writers head.
I need my adjectives – lithe, lively, dainty, delicate and polite.
The twins disagreed, but both continued to plot and write.
There are three words we overuse
Or at times refrain
There is such potential in them
They bring you close
And make you or the person special
Three words n eight letters
All of us have used them
Not using them can be deadly
Letting them not slip
Letting the times pass you by
Will make you hard hearted
Flowers will bloom in spring
What is the fun if don't use these
Soon winter will come
The words you wanted to say
Will now be
Three words n nine letters
I loved you.
A kaleidoscope of butterflies
greets my eyes,
on entering this paradise.
Specially built to give joy
to each little girl and boy.
Who never see them now.
As a child I remember well,
there were loads of them
in the glens and dells.
A sure sign of summer.
Along with buzzing bees.
Birds singing in the trees.
Mankind has messed it up.
Their habitat kaput.
With overuse of weedkillers,
and random hedge cutting.
I, for one will be returning
to Butterfly Land this morning.