Short Pipe Poems
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Midnight, glow of a pipe and squeak of the rocking chair, made me feel at peace
penned 6 November 2016
Death nudged me as I slept
on black ice crazy paving
whispers from a rusty down-pipe
veer across my final midnight abyss
Hosed, he may not win, piehole’s constricted.
Food tossed into pipe, and wedged.
Yet, with save, he’s unhinged.
The bows pull our strings
The pipe grants us wings
The conductor waves his baton
~ Our hearts fairly sing
Eerie squeaky door
Dripping pipe drips on the floor
Mournful wind cries more
By Robb A. Kopp
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Mother had throat cancer
Couldn't eat solid food
Liquid diet ever hungry
Put pipe in stomach.
Say thanks while eating
Petey Opussum, pirates pipe
Poached a persimmon
Presently.
Pickled persimmon, purple plums
Pauly opussum made potted Petey.
A pipe-dream one’s existence becomes if love from his heart is missing!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 April 2016
Deck of compressed wood
Free style trucks and real fast wheels
Landed flat on my back
By Robb A. Kopp
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The parade is long and patriotic,
with glottic marching band~
with pipe, with drum, we demand
more young blood from our heartland.
As the flame of his lighter danced,
I was momentarily so entranced.
As I began to prepare my pipe,
For herb for I am so ready and ripe.
My Mother liked to whistle
Which made my Father bristle
Although Mum whistled well
Dad thought it unladylike for a gel
To whistle, abyssal
Gabriel groaning:
" Another Godzilla flick!" ( 3 second delay on sound track.)
Almighty critic. ( Cue theme music and metallic pipe organ roar.)
The ladies all have a giggle
At girls with boobies that jiggle
But when they look down
They all tend to frown
At men with serpents that wiggle!
Come smoke on an ancient pipe
The fallen can’t come back home
From the holy world up high
The river flows on…
Russell Sivey
A world class country
Where corruption remained an enemy
Bribery a foe to the leaders
Good roads and better pipe borne water
Constant power supply.
About toilet paper guests swipe
The staff at hotels have a gripe
They say steal it not
But buy one-ply Scott
Which won’t wipe out home’s sewage pipe
Tom Tom was the son of a piper
But here’s where the story gets riper
His dad, so they say
Could lay pipe night and day
Of his women, there wasn’t a griper
Indian chief floating in the sky
Smoking peace pipe, relaxing
With tear in his eye
As he looks down on Mother Earth
Land that gave his forefathers birth
his billowing pipe smoke
he laughed like santa
then went to heaven
i had just turned five
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 12, 2021
Reeds are the cathedral
Pipe organs to the stars
You breathe in and out
You bend and sway
To the voice of God, but
Dip your hands
Among the moonlit lakes
A wispy finger tickles the air
But a breath exhaled
Chases it away
All that remains now
A sweet scent in the air
And now it's time
For another puff
On the pipe
Some escape through the bottle, some with a needle,
some with a substance smoked in a pipe,
but whenever I feel the need to escape
I pick up my pen and write.
An energetic farmer called Murray
Had a struggle to clean out the slurry
The pipe would block
By a big stone or a small rock
That’s why he was always in a hurry
Grandfather's Suitcase
He left it,
for me, she says.
Inside it
are his trilby
and the books
we used to read,
and somehow, his scent of pipe.
9-5-2017