Short Passer By Poems

concealed 
booby traps 
hidden throughout 
the interpersonal 
land 
meant to trick 
the unsuspecting 
passer by
spread out in order
to try and catch 
another victim...

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A crawling held a walled frame as passer-by beheld too
A football helmet and high school pennant encased against a wall
Tapestry of day shades painted wall of ledged held rolled flag....

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Her soul --
a panorama
behind the pages --
offers casual glimpses,
through word-peepholes,
of edifice-in-construction.

Based on individual choice,
each passer-by may find
a view totally unique.
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i the angel Cupid
just in case your heart does breaks
my arrow pierced heart

gives a random chance
a fleeting passer by glance
shot love now at last


5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018...

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He sits rounded, like a stone
colours dripping with the rain
fading like an oil painting

His grimy hand outstretched
holding out a white cup
his very own white flag

My expensive leather shoes
thump the ground in time
trembling, eyes cast down

I scurry by...

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I had a dog that did not bark,
one day I took it to the park.
It stopped beside the plants
and started eating ants;
a passer by said "nice aardvark".



A funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest, placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin  
Date wrote: 30th May 2022...

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This is the flow of Cynic wit,
But here, within, I tell no lies
Whom so patient to idly sit,
And observe the passer-by?
In the Night, like ships we pass,
A silent break in the waves me make
Frigid waters in iron-cast,
And in my Heart there sticks the stake!

*A nod to Poe :)...

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We 
wish to 
show our nice
colors to all
passer-by; they praise
but with season
change lost shine;
none sees
us.

None
cares for
dry leaves on
road, they trample
us, same fate awaits;
later stage they'll
suffer too;
fate spares
none.
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P erfectly composed is she
O bject of the artist's eye
R eginal serenity
T ransfixing every passer-by
R iddle of her mesmeric stare
A ges long has mystified
I taly's Madonna fair
T hrough thick glass immortalized.




11/08/18


Acrostic Quatrain Contest

Sponsored by: Savannah Brown...

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Aloft; hidden within the sky
Linger as to catch the eye
Whisper silent peace

Entertain a shining day
But a pause upon the way
Gentle wisp of fleece

Hidden to the passer by
Friend of silence; here I lie
Raised to be release

Through the hour, here I stay
Graced in light; a gentle ray
Ever held in peace...

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A tiny blossomed flower amidst a flat and barren ground

It shimmy’s in the wind with no buffers or surrounds

A mornings limber stretch to greet the sun-filled sky

Offering a gazing gift to any random passer by

If only to be remembered when it’s persistence is through

It’s life of simple pleasure bestowed solely upon you...

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no matter what you  
say to the contrary you
will always keep on giving 
me renewed opportunities 
to reenter your world even 
if they are very sort lived 
the chance always exists 
even when it may not appear 
to be so to the untrained naked 
eye of a passer by the chance 
still exists and will continue to 
exist through the knowing eye
of the two of us...

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While walking in  the market  one day
I started talking to a friend we had lots to say
Unmindful of whatever came before  me
Kept walking somewhat straight  with glee

Suddenly  my  forehead banged into a pillar
My hard lense fell off and the pain was a killer
Hooding one eye I looked for the lens but failed
A passer-by made a call to my son ,the problem  was nailed...

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The pavement grabbed
At the feet of the passers-by
Who passed by the puddles
And the mud
To get to the taxi’s,
Who, like a string of dirty pearls
Were threaded by the muddy road
Where many a flattened toad
Stared intently at the sky

The pavement grabbed
And snatched an unsuspecting shoe
Of a passer-by
Who turned and cursed
Whilst many a flattened toad
Stared silently at the sky...

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Outside the circle of life I sit,
not knowing exactly where in it I fit...

I watch the circle go round and round,
not missing a beat sound for sound...

I watch it's flow and it's vibe,
it's humpping and bumpping it's so alive...

I wish I weren't afraid to go inside,
to brave the world and take that ride...

but since I am I'll just take my stand
right over here in passer-by land......

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The dirt and stones around his feet
Encrust the child’s skin
With tears creating smears of pain 
Upon his fragile chin

He looks and begs for scraps of food
From every passer by
But they don’t see the small still child
His hand a reaching cry

For those who do not hear this child 
They stride along life’s path 
Their souls encrust the dirt and stones 
With hearts that seek life’s wrath...

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Ask her to dance.
You can see the music in her eyes.
She moves like a butterfly.
You watch her like your in a trance
Just waiting for one utterance
Hoping nothing goes a wry.

Ask her to dance.
You can see the music in her eyes.

Could this be romance
In the air? Asks a passer by.
He answers. Could be by and by
But only if I take my chance
And ask her to dance
Will I see the music in her eyes....

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Clad in a white cloth and jacket
Spotless clean, wonder what magic she does 
To keep so clean, 
In a cluttered Pavement.    
Wrinkled face elegantly attired with a smile
Eyes rise up to every passer by
Pleading but no cry uttered
Need not waste her words, as
Her stare is loud and clear
For many ears to stop by
Who can disregard her eyes that talk?

Mother, haven’t you had any one to call you “Love”?
Or you haven’t called any one “My love”?...

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I enjoy turning the cow's milk sour
as they graze on me hour by hour
Simply because the farmers you see
Run their tractors straight over me! 

I have sunset flowers of Yellow 
And most of the time I'm mellow
I light up the fields for those passer by
And hear them exclaim, "Oh My Oh My

But out of respect I'll simply say
Enjoy my color and have a nice day! 

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Bitterweed means toxic...

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Dark clouds hang over space
With a heavy head , I sit desolate
A passer-by can tell by my  stance
Or by a mere gaze at my face
That I have been beaten by the seasons
I bow my head and have a look at my hollow chest
To have a glimpse at the grey horizon
Behind my back
My weak knees support my elbows
As my frail fingers caress the fragile
Skin still holding my bones.
Why am I here, I ask my self,
For my whole being has been torn from me...

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The brilliant red of the roses
Touched by the morning dew
Beckons to the passer by
To stop, and enjoy the view.

Beside the other flowers
They really can't compare,
No one ever looks at them
But for the rose they stop and stare.

It's fragrance is superior
To any of the rest,
It's colour so enriching
When put to any test.

So when you gather roses
And your hands get scratched, and torn,
Remember beauty can be shallow,
Embedded with prickly thorns.


Lynn Barany...

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FALL    IN    THE    SNOW

Navigating deserted street , timorously,
Seems  ok underfoot, so branch out a little.
No ice, just hard-packed snow.
Sidewalk  looks  white, innocent, safe.

Left foot treachery,   collapse to port side
Like a tree felled at random
Or a ship torpedoed.
Lie still, winded and unsure of breakages

Try  to catch breath. 
Test leg, - ok.   Lone  passer-by  offers hand
Pulls me to the surface.
Rooted again, step gingerly out once more....

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Barbie pink with buxom breast 
Spread across a bony chest 
Thus recline on bentwood chair 
As she unfurls her blended hair 
A passer by 
A darker night 
A fleeting thought 
A fairer sight 
Marble eyes with curled strong lash 
Stare glazed as plastic living naught 
Wander him across the street 
Breeze on skin this night has brought 
A corner turn 
A friend to greet 
A moment in this life to cheat 
Who will occupy that chair when Barbie pink’s no longer there?...

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The green jungle moves, the infinite waves.
The beating of drums, the shuffling daze.
Shaman are drinking, psychedelic brew.
Falling into thought, where they are renewed.
The sun peeking through, makes love to the leaves.
Where the passer-by, has his own beliefs.
To accept the loss, was the intention.
But to be the loss, is loves invention.
A young girl looks up, with dirty face.
With hands together, asks me how to pray.
For once in my life, I had nothing to say!...

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I have dipped my fingers
in the blood of the victim
and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?
Do I need another witness?
Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer - by was hit
not the bulldozer
which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,
parrots will be shot down
without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.
I come before the symphony and shout:
our homes are burning.


SATISH VERMA...

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