Short Play Out Poems
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cameo
appearance
from the
past self
appears
on stage
watching the
present scene
of the spin-off's
pilot episode
play out
Her stunned look of surprise
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry
Just letting things play out
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
vibrations created play out in time
when they manifest, we are bewildered
but now knowing we are not body-mind
we embrace and release each offering
vibrant in silence, leaving fears behind
Where once I roamed the country far and wide
With advancing years, I mostly stay inside
And yet it seems to me that now I clearly see
the nation's history play out in front of me
Bad mouthin,
good bloody point!
the hurtful glare the snicker there,
the put down look so odd,
the power play out there today,
by some egg sucking sod...
thanks Robert
Don Johnson
I run as fast as I can,
letting the string play out.
Feel, as it catches the wind,
watch it rise and float.
I give a tug on the line,
see it dip and spin,
feel it try to break free.
I soar on the wings of a kite.
‘Cause a little bit of Summer
is what the whole year is all about
John Mayer
WEEKENDS
Summer at pool.
Staying cool, Sis!
Whirlpool of friends —
Laughter-cleanse splash.
Weekends play out every day, Sis!
5/3/2021
Swirling up, higher and higher.
Looking graceful like a feather.
passing my finger through its path,
silence is more then just a craft.
Painting sculptures from wind torrents.
Inhale slowly now, let the music play out.
Theres no need to shout.
There was a young fellow called Joe
Who loved to play out in the snow
But he skidded on ice
Somersaulted twice
And broke all three bones in his elbow.
February 16th 2018.
Entered in walking in the snow contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw.
there's only one way
straight down is all you control
so use a bobber
line through a swivel
with sinkers and lucks good bait
play out line and wait
tick tick heavy weight
a slow to reel in quick see
that breaks line and leaves
stan sand
The creek’s great to hide from the heat
Grey finches in the trees songs sound sweet
I smell leaves, blossoms and moist peat
Cushion my body from my head to feet
Sprigs of radiantly green wheat
Clouds play out drama above my seat
By Robb A. Kopp
as pure awareness animating form
we acknowledge labours of lower mind
as limited ego which must conform
to laws of this realm imposing a bind
so we play out our life role as assigned
looking not forward or backward in time
dwelling in the now betwixt bliss beat’s chime
Haiku 3 ©
My Puppy
My little puppy
And I have a lot of fun
Playing catch and stuff.
He likes me and we
Play out in our large garden
Most days on the grass.
So young and bouncy
And so full of energy.
Puppy makes my day.
W.C.Hull © 2019-30-6-H3-289-1391-V1#H26-37
In a straight betwixt two
And cannot decide
Do I boldly come forth
Or do I run and hide
If it comes to fruition
Then I might regret
But follow my intuition
I cannot make that bet
So I'll let it play out
And continue this desire
To bridle Lady Fate
Is to play with her fire.
His lover died
upon a cold, stone tomb floor,
poison on her lips.
How could this happen?
Shakespear miss-translated an
old Italian tale.
A fairy tale commits suicide.
Alternative versions collide,
sad endings multiply,
for those that watch
their own days play out,
and wonder.
S Saturn whirls, twirls, in centrifugal dance
A Around in cosmic ecstasy
T Twirling, turning she’ll entrance.
U Undreamt fantasies woven in her
R Rings, play out in 4/4 cosmic rhythm in
N Notes of click-clanking, tinkly, icy drums.
5-28-2021
Planet Poetry Contest
Matt Caliri
life as impulsed plays on screen of space-time
we play out our role as has been assigned
yet our focus is fixed on bliss beat’s chime
remaining at all times divine aligned
with feral cravings of ego declined
for being bliss replete we feel complete
our body drenched with magnetic cool heat
Ceasing striving, poised in the void
We play out our life role
Fearless, desireless, by love buoyed
Bliss throbs make us feel whole
Journey without movement
In quiet contentment
Love’s our sole sentiment
Joy reviving
Ceasing striving
26-March-2022
Quietus
From my smartphone
fear rings
through
knock, rattle, hospital hospice sounds
We connect.
Tonight all I can think about is your voice, Jean.
The last call.
Vibrations continue
fading
ivory white and black keys
notes play out
on Dakota land
snow and deep deep holes
from roots dug out.
I sit and think of things
How they play out and what life brings
You can look at a person with everything
And think how they have luck with anything
But it takes just one chance spin
To change them looking in
So I think of burdens worn
Will even out for everyone when ripped or torn.
© Paul Warren Poetry
As summer ends
leaves wave goodbye
the sensual greens of sage and jade
prepare a winter’s rest
As summer ends
breeze seems to sigh
as verdant lush begins to spin and
its red and gold is dressed
As summer ends
skies of aqua fly
gilded scenes of sun play out their run
sweet memories confessed
My best friend and I,
Contemplate getting old.
Thinking of how our lives will play out.
Then our future became clear:
We will be ninety.
In a house with seventy cats.
With iron lungs by our sides.
She will turn to me.
My best friend of seventy eight years,
Will turn to me and say,
“I hope the cats eat you first.”
Bright orange tangerines
Taste so sweet
Our lives play out
in an instant
a brief tune
Played on the cosmic piano
shadows creep up later on
Bright orange tangerines
Taste so sweet
You'll know the answer
when the clock strikes twelve
Midnight will bring
Phantasmagorical dreams
Bright orange tangerines
taste so sweet
Did you hear about Frosty The Snowman?
His reign didn't play out according to plan.
Neighborhood dogs peed on him yellow.
He was one most mortified young fellow!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "A Christmas Character Clerihew" Contest
we’re called upon to console
a friend whose spouse has passed
and so we faithfully play out our life role
as we have been by the universe so tasked
the stark truth is that we have all been lied to
for all that here appears and disappears
is but a mist like the morning dew
needless are tears and fears
27-May-2023