Short Pell Mell Poems

Frenzied gophers holding tiny umbrellas
run pell mell amongst the splatter
of irregular raindrops along a prairie road.....

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An Eskimo visited Hell
And found that it suited him well
His wife did not care
She'd never live where
A snowball can't knock him pell-mell!...

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LUCIFER abandons his throne pell-mell
As he got bored being the Lord of Hell,
Decided he got to quit,
Enough of this fiery pit,
And moves to earth to enjoy sins as well!...

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Hysteria,
outcry,
shrieks,
and shouts,
clamour,
rush,
and pell mell,
of crowds,
tears,
bloods,
and,
as they all fled,
it was simple,
that they had changed,
the venue,
for free distribution,
of the movie tickets,
in which their favorite hero held the wicket....

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'Tis clear
My dear

You are
By far

My girl
A pearl

I fell
Pell mell

For you
To woo

First kiss
Pure bliss

Asked thee
On knee

Be bride
My pride

Said yea
Great day

Next thing
A ring

Now wife
For life

Three kids
Grandkids

She died
I cried

Love ya
Vera

POTD  9 Sep 2020...

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Toll,
Of bells,
In a shrill,
Pell mell,
Gale,
Of  wind,
Naughty,
Swaying,
And ferocious,
Floated,
The toll,
For someone,
Real well,
Rain poured,
From soaked clouds,
Drenching all
Lightening flashed,
As if locating,
The poor soul,
Who was scared,
And waiting for hell,
For he knew,
If the bells did,
It was his toll....

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Farmer Fred I could tell,
Was not doing very well.
He was having a day from Hell.
None of his plans seemed to gel.
It started when his haystack fell.
Then his tractor got stuck as well.
Cows got loose and were wandering pell-mell.
Never one on troubles to dwell,
I knew Fred wasn’t doing swell,
When in middle of day he stopped to set a spell....

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Pell-mell from you as from a blazing torch
Molten shards,
Aflame you know not if the fire heralds freedom.
Or will consume all you cherish

Will only ashes be left,
Hurled into the abyss from the tempest?
Or do the ashes hold the glory
Of a celestial diamond
The Dawn of everlasting triumph.

Cyprian Norwid
Translated by: Christopher Johnston...

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Leroy
Cowboy

Rode horse
Of course

His hoss
Named Ross

Ropes steers
Slurps beers

Slouch hat
Flaunts gat

Wears boots
No suits

Eats beans
Wears jeans

Raised hell
Pell-mell

What's more
He swore

Has gal
Named Sal

To pub
For grub

They dance
Romance

They kiss
Pure bliss

Gets slopped
Fun stopped

Big brawl
(That's all)...

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My heart scans 
for a familiar face 
through throngs
of strangers 
as they scatter 
pell mell 
around me 
eager shoppers 
casing brightly lit 
  sale stuffed store fronts 
while seduced
by the siren song of fresh coffee  
coupled  with 
sticky sweet  cinnamon buns 
suddenly 
the bitter fact
swallows  me
whole again
you no longer reside
anywhere
outside
of  my dreams...

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** Current Events Knelling **


Ignorance and evil remain — it’s easy to tell —
Around the world, still alive and well
No matter how much we pray, scream and yell,
“Please!  Learn something from history, not pell-mell,
Before those ego’s ideas devour us all cell by cell.


————————————————————————————————————————
(c) sally young eslinger 12/18/2022
with Thanks for the promises of God...

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Confused
By Tom Wright
9-10-2019

I awoke this morning,
with a seemingly pell-mell mind. 
Seems to only one topic,
my intellect was confined.

I sat bathing in thoughts,
that, to me, made little sense.
God’s had chosen this way,
for my day to commence.

But whatever comes later,
in pity I won’t wallow.
Whatever God’s has plated,
I’ll try to smile and swallow.
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The wind herds
the brown-paper bag leaves
pell-mell along the river of asphalt.
Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy.
Mini cyclones scatter street rubble.
Flags whack poles with great abandon
and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard.
Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter.
The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder 
shines lemon ice upon the day. ...

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VITALITY
encapsulates
celebrates
  innovation
hurtling
pell-mell
straight towards
an encounter
with
the viewer
veering
 en route
in
movement
  one to another
 between
wrong turns

 a restlessness
some haste
 is
detected
& is
understandable

part
of this
 zest
underwhelming
feels peculiarly
unfamiliar
in
 an encounter
so brief
an
 excursion
disjointedly
  underplayed...

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I spoke her thoughts -- she spoke mine
Our meeting sure predestined, Divine ... 
Nestling her hand in mine, rainbows arched on high
  ~ in the Heaven of our hearts, as angels sighed  

In synchrony the magic flowed, an endless carousel
moments and ideas shared, visions coursed through us pell-mell
  ~ Our hearts launched skyward, as in deepest love we fell ...  



                     June 22, 2018...

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Wind swept days, a good time
to be a thin branch
in a treeless landscape.

I was not born to the moors,
they were born again in me,
they're a sea creature
created to be
the heartbeat of the sky.

Rains surf over mountains of air
pell-mell is the wilderness.


The rolling swells of a high heath
have saved me,

or maybe it was the lash,
the hundreds of shapes
gypsy winds can take
when you roam the unknown....

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Autumn burnishes furry heads,
even we, who however scant our hair
flourish in this wind-blown leafy.
No room for stray gray wisps;
our locks turn golden brown,
crown our minds with crinkly laurels.
Mr. Groundhog looks pretty spiffy
in his cabbage leaf toupee,
even the bent old lady
who walks pell-mell
in the Fall, the strewn and gusty,
has sewn together a wig so big
that it covers her face with beauty....

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