Short Pegged Poems

dawn mist
calm lake, serene
placid sky, clouds pegged still
dozing, in and out of dream time,
at peace...

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A time-honored system of old
Pegged cold cash to ounces of gold
But that’s not now true
Strong dollars are through    
The treasure at Fort Knox is mold...

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Nikola Jokic, the opposite of cool
  The woke NBA had him pegged for a fool

    Calmly drops in 40 a night with 20 rebounds
    Lebron and Jimmy B. had to call off the hounds...

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devils haunt my night
the ones that pegged me
as their scapegoat
long ago ~

to forgive and forget
once and for all
i wish i could
for peaceful sleep



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on May 17, 2021...

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While wondering wishfully, you
certainly got tired with each of 
your relation. 

Penetrating Pain pegged a pin
in your heart before you realized
that I am enough for you. 

But you were you. 

My menacing mind won't
accept the truth as my
tender tears are just 
water droplets to you....

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"Genus" 

taxonomic 
classifying worth
separating the yolk 
from the white
like poets pegged
on a line to dry
still and wet 
behind the ears
years slapped
heartily away
and back into 
the shore 
like tides
to bare feet

hear them cry

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023) 
...

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Hangin' in there is all that I can do
My owner has trapped me, stuck me on a peg
All I was doin' was fun to ensue
Running as fast as I could on my limber leg
Right now I really don't like my owner Meg

Contest: Hangin' In There
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Written by:  Sara Kendrick
Date written: 07, 30-31, 2011...

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Listen to poem:

Grapes Of Wrath

I paged you in blue
but pegged you purple be true
energetic red bouncing
round as a warring
fire embolden in passion
a stable calm of magic.

2020 March 21

*Honorable Mention*

STRAND CHOICE M,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand

Howmanysyllables;
5,7,7,5,7,7....

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I pegged them out on my clothes line,
   Like puppets on a string.
   Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
   Such laughter they did bring.

   That claret shirt, high as a kite,
   And three sheets to the wind.
   They will dry out, to my delight,
   My wet suit it has sinned.


   George. Seal.   4/ 1/ 2015.
   No. 3 clothesline.
   Let me feel your lines....

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Surfing her parks hanging out at the johns
Playbook play writes recipricated his southside
Invasion rock their dock in red rag love make-up wardrobe ?
We knew of a bit it was your solo show and she really likes her numbers
Makes the _itch feel somehow secure while their slobbering about someone's
Fornication playing songs as cutting lines desperation pegged in tears surfing this goodbye....

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Auto battery. 
Clicking.
Depleted energy.
Feeling grumpy, harried, 
Impatiently jump-start Kia.
Leave Mom’s neighborhood.
Octagonal, purely quintessential red sign taunts. 
Upping velocity, willfulness exacerbated, you zoom…

Yikes!

Extraneous white vehicle (undercover) trumpets sirens.
Realization quickens… Pegged!
Officer notes makeshift license knowingly.
Jail imbues hastily.
Gaining freedom – eight-thousand dollars cash.

Busted again....

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be original not square but remember round and pegged get somewhere circle same side but block and build nice for rows right line a field be ok bold both everywhere and here two add up equal signs might leave divide and bear no slant slightly but all and add to some ally way and allies set frame and then done be original no copy and paste within a full circle and left a go no haste origin and then again you bear a task no need and please yet for knock open ask...

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On her green washing day
Una wore green too,
and pegged the washing out along the line.
They were green pegs of course,
with red monkeys on the top
to please the children.

It was nice to see her pegging
in the careless wind
and watching monkeys dancing...
These danced in unison -
twenty monkeys at a time with Una,
in amongst the washing.


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7/25/2015

Contest - Your Favorite Poem

Sponsor - Judy Konos

1st place win...

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Her rest lie at the dung hill
Curled in a fetal form
curled in lasting pang
calling out in vain
life is Pain
life is vain
alas, the lie has been pegged
Hmm, here comes the damned  
piling the dung
piling her heap
thus spreading her space
Beauty has a cloaking face 
Beauty has no name
Hailed, sung and cherished by the day
With the damned
piling the dunghill
With the damned 
Enslaving her brain
Now she is a waste
Behold in pity
Behold in vain
Beauty on a dunghill is vain...

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