Short Pome Poems

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Form: Senryu


Whiteflowers Pome

A pome _a heart without a home,
finding its way alone no song
singing endlessly in time
never drinking wine but sober this time
righting words in the nite and then
writing them on paper that never crinkles
sensing smiles in ladies dimples
wondering at love.

Pome Du Jour

God bless the counter tenor
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
Member of my divine Parliament
Halos abounding and sounding
Of Celestial bliss and perfectude.
\Pitching pulchritudinous pitches,
Pushing me to transcendence.
No God can touch this
Nor man bring down.
God bless the counter tenor
Form: Pastoral

Whiteflowers Pome

Whiteflowers Poem 

A Pome for Amarylliss 

A pome _a heart without a home, 
finding its way alone no song 
singing endlessly in time 
never drinking wine but sober this time 
righting words in the nite and then 
writing them on paper that never crinkles 
sensing smiles in ladies dimples 
wondering at love. 


Copyright © 2006 charles hice

A Pome For Parmeflower

Word will not describe 
world can not hide
young man looking in yard
for something to do (Oh look)
these flowers are funny(purple)
they are smell funny(holds it to his nose)
Someday I will have a woman like my mother
some one to love me a wife?
no it will now never be
but I tried Oh how I tried
but I have something better
better than a wife
I have a ParmeFlower


Mermaid Pome

mermaid pome 

she is lofty but not out of reach 
hair is shimmering in waves 
waking me with her touch 
almost 
 but not too much 
she calls out my name 
wait she says 
and then she stops to breathe 
she is my mermaid 
playing me like the fish i am 
honey i was still asleep i cry 
yes she said and that is why i try 
to love yew 
she is my ewe 
my life 
my wife

Morocco Bound

Once upon a time I set out to write a story about going to north Africa arriving in Ceuta things were all in order but no sooner on the bus than detected reported ejected from escorted to and deported 'cross the border it was to be an expensive soft leather-covered book and altho' I took more than one look I could not find the words would fill a tome and so tho' second-best I settled for less and instead I wrote this pome
Form: Rhyme

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