Short Paul Poems
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Paul Frederick Simon
who is nicknamed rhymin’
for a while on Art Garfunkel was reliant
and gave us The Sounds of Silence
A soldier of the Viet Cong
Decided to visit Hong Kong
He wanted to see
Xi strangle the free
Because compromise is SO wrong!
The Bible condemns all tradition
St. Paul says to hold fast to the traditions he taught
Either orally or in writing
Rand Paul
why no one has voted for him at all
is beyond our conjecture
until you are unfortunate enough to go hear him lecture.
One guy who is happy to loll
gets rich doing nothing at all.
Each day people rob
some other poor slob
named Peter to pay that guy Paul.
Donald Trump and Paul Manafort
Are seen to be Uncle Sam's wart
They both claim to be
Quite rich and tax-free
But in court they both come up short
Bill Marable 10/25/2020
when given to fits of anger
when heated words are spirsed about
James said “Praising and cursing
come out of the same mouth”
Maybe to Paul's soul
Creativity plays a big role
Poetry his one call
Winning his not main goal
In writing, he's a fireball
by
olive_eloi
2:07 am
04/03/2014
Ron Paul is the man.
He stands for liberty true.
He's proven it too.
'Nuff Said.
For the mavericks contest. It's a Senryu, but I added another 2 syllable line.
Rand Paul
Many battles have you fought
Please do not let Corona make you fall
During these times you will be in our thoughts
For liberty you stand
Good luck Rand.
Form:
An ancestor known as, "Miss Lottie"
Was a New York socialite "hottie"
To her lasting disgrace
She slapped Paul Revere's face
When he invited her to the p-ah-ty
A young, macho spider named Paul
Imagined himself ten feet tall.
At friend's warnings he sneezed--
Said he'd crawl where he pleased.
Now Paul's just a stain on the wall.
Paul Simon was an island
with his books and his poetry
to protect him...
In his twenties, Simon couldn't see
~ Poets, too, crave camaraderie
When Paul Revere walks his dog Nettie
He looks for a spot for her to pee
As they stroll to the bay
With her leading the way
She will go ‘one’ by land and ‘two’ by sea
Witty sweet man Paul Callus
gets better with every callous.
His many splendid poems
too good! His computer broken!
8:00 am
May 16, 2014
________________peace Paul...:D :P GBU
pessimism
through
and
through
self-doubt
in greens
red
and blue
unfinished
un-signed
so many
paintings
new
Cursed With Paul Ryan
With Paul Ryan, we have been cursed,
And of all the Speakers he is the worst;
Poor at speaking,
And facts seeking;
Became dead issue and needs a hearst.
Jim Horn
Last night's gig at the local casino
Four lads: John, Paul, George and Ringo--
Two Popes and a King
The Fourth couldn't sing--
They should have hired Placido Domingo
In the dead of night rode Paul Revere.
For two lanterns told him the British were near.
His call to arms and the enemy fled.
The Redcoats retreated,as many lay dead.
5/ 29/ 2015
Dedicated to Paul Callus
In his dream did appear her soul he adored,
Which he wished and wanted to be restored;
Hear her sing;
Back bring;
Now has been in heaven in hands of his Lord.
Jim Horn
Paul P. Pepperidge the Eighth is a pompous ass
a dragon born to wealth, who has always known first class
he speaks to no inferiors, we are all that, you know
a braggart, a bigot, a bully, ready to blow
There’s a ripe, young sun
Swinging the gardens today.
There is a sprightly, young sun
Touring the faces of revelry.
There’s a sheepish, young moon
Carrying the smirk of a virgin
Awaiting her Paul Revere.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
In terms of poetic excellence, he set a high bar
He was called "the poet of his people", so adept
At writing his poems in African-American dialect
Popular music,
and popular verse
Their power intrinsic,
listeners search
Beyond even Mozart
and Longfellow’s rhyme
A gift to the masses
—in presents of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
dedicated to Paul Callus
it never will be enough
my mere sorry
a village pump
quenched many thirsty children
hot summertime days
water pumped from mother earth
Paul Callus still remembers