Short Preferably Poems
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Bastion,
Hold onto me;
Preferably closer,
The embrace feels so nice ~
O’ asylum, cover mine hearts
Stronghold
My story need not involve a person’s glory
though I hope it will be interestingly oratory
and preferably self-explanatory
rather than overly expository.
To titillate my readers, I could even make it just a wee bit gory.
Did you fall? No, I was checking if gravity still works
Now that was a smart-ass answer... help! I need a nurse
Preferably a sexy one
To make me come undone
Will intentionally injure myself, first time since birth
Playing with words very tactfully
Often comes from heart, not forcingly
Expressing yourself emotionally
Techniques of writing to be followed, preferably
Rhyming sounds good but not mandatory
Yield of thinking anything thoughtfully
I do not claim that the days
be executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the starlight,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing night air...
I do not claim that the days
are the executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the light of the stars,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing the night air...
i was dead
and i knew
it blissfully
feeling
thoughts
but suddenly she
was on top of
me hitting
my chest
so
forgetting
cardiac
arrest
i said
why
don't you
cuff me
and have
it your own
way
mouth
to mouth
preferably
Form:
When seventeen,
I wondered what I would become
when grown into my own fullness
of love,
preferably requited.
Now seventy,
I wonder at what I have been
all along this journey
into Earth's great bounty
of infinite ancestral compassion.
I do not claim that the days
are the executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the light of the stars,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing the night air...
(preferably read in a Boston accent)
When pesky problems piss you off
At no one in particular,
Or bleeping blockheads boil your blood
To rage like old Caligula,
Or dawdling drivers make you mull
Mass homicide, vehicular,
Don’t blame yourself; it’s not your fault;
It’s just your darn amygdala.
One can write limericks on a dime
All you need is some rhythm and rhyme
A quick li'l jest
Now that's the best
Just make sure your joke arrives on time!
(preferably not passed the fifth line)
NOTE: I was gonna post this for the Limerick Contest, but I wrote it a day too late ... in any case it was fun nonetheless :)
You can see Shane its a callow,
Not for the Business of Tallow;
Some Brain to be lying fallow,
Nothing in Tallow yields Halo...
Better Shane challenged A Solo,
A lot of fans to him follow,
Preferably in 's polo,
Never in poverty wallow...
Yes, Sandy - haired Shane Wayne for Rap
And I suggest Distance from Cap
For more of on - the - shoulder tap
And bridge of Admirer's Gap.
Grace searched Yang with her eyes
And observed only size.
God knows she's not racial;
This Yang is not special...
Soon, she'll test him with food,
As his first exam good:
preferably an oat meal;
How with it he would deal:
If he'll nibble at it
Or pounce on it and split!
But Yang too watches her.
"She has with men gone far,
Mere veil her coat of fur;
Her first request: New Car!"
Too exact Revenge
I hold a strand of enemies’ hair.
I will carve my exact revenge.
Plant the root deep down Hell
For her to be punished and held captive
Where she can’t reach it
Watch her burn, watch her sweat,
Just like she did to me.
Light a candle, read prayer
Burn strand over candle
Leaving candle all night
Preferably 3 am to 4 am.
ps. if not got candle , just touch picture
More than just a mom, a friend, a superhero in disguise
Always there, always by your side
Never doubtful, tells us to shoot for our dreams
Strict when needed, but never mean
Someone to tell secrets, a shoulder to cry on
A person you can always rely on
A buddy, a chef, a wizard, a chauffer, so many words to describe her
A mentor, for sure
Need help? Go ask a mom
Preferably mine
She's the bomb!
Even dragons dream
Thirsting for the gleam
Of a maiden’s green, green eye,
Preferably with some
Brave fool knight who’ll come
Trying to save her, or else die;
“St. George, St. George,” the warrior’s cry.
Dragons need the thrill
Of a knight’s fierce skill,
Thrusting lance, and flashing spur;
Otherwise, how dull,
Munching on the skull
Of some luckless traveler:
Dragons dream of days that were.
Even dragons dream
Thirsting for the gleam
Of a maiden’s green, green eye,
Preferably with some
Brave fool knight who’ll come
Trying to save her, or else die;
“St. George, St. George,” the warrior’s cry.
Dragons need the thrill
Of a knight’s fierce skill,
Thrusting lance, and flashing spur;
Otherwise, how dull,
Munching on the skull
Of some luckless traveler:
Dragons dream of days that were.
Impression is for now.
Trust is for the future.
Impression,
contentment,
ego-compressing precession,
is for breathing out ego-now and eco-here listening;
Trust,
compassionate co-arising recession,
is for breathing in the future.
Extrapolations
of a Yogi Positive Energy tea-bag
as read,
and preferably incarnated,
by Jonathon Wilcox,
breathing in impressions
breathing out democracy-building trust.
Goblins, ghouls, and monsters too,
walk this night to terrify you.
They creep, they crawl,
leaving blood trails on the wall.
Twisting, slithering,
with bodies slowly withering.
Hungry for flesh--
preferably young and fresh.
So lock the doors, turn off the light,
pull the bedcovers tight tonight.
And pray you’re not the one they keep
now that Halloween haunts your sleep.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
Mamma, please give me a fairy.
I want someone nice to play with.
Please, mamma, just a tiny one.
Preferably with lots of wit.
Come on, mamma, it can't cost much
We'll play on the porch, she and I,
Quickly, I'll teach her to catch ball
And she’ll teach me how to fly high.
Mamma, so easy to find one,
Maybe under a flower pot.
And if, at night, she feels so cold,
I'll share with her my cosy cot.
Placed 1
Provision-purchases
Prevail
Paper-bags pull-apart
Preferably
Possible process...
Endeavors
Easily executed
Ending these is
Endless
Endeavor...
Seen dead
They resurrect
Restlessly
Leisurely linger like
Spirits of sinners...
Like the flesh of creatures
Creatures cannot
Consume these
Exist eternally
As ecological errands...
Carrying them to
Carry my provisions
Continue
Intentions Immobilize
Impotently!
I knew he was bound
To be finally found
With broadcasting steps on the grounds:
A lot talkative their composite sound…
And I knew they would him bound
Spinning him round and round
And his body awfully pound
And assign to a wished mound…
Caught at last he was and wasted,
A fine, once-intact head blasted
And the preferably delayed tasted:
All through sheer fault of footsteps
Always shunned during escapes.
Her Name Was Renee
Her name was Renee Penee
She was a sweet old cat
Friendly and vocal
Even though our meal schedules differed
We did nearly everything together
But mostly without feathers-
We even conversed
She gave me some advice
Before she passed away
I just need time to figure it out
Preferably without any pouts
Yes, her name was Renee
Not Fay or Kay nor even Rey
But it was better than her original name
I will conjecture
And give you a lecture
Is it better to complain?
Or preferably explain?
Should I talk you through it?
Or just tell you to do it?
If you listened first time round
Ranting words won't compound
I give you a tongue lashing
A noisy ear bashing
But you still don't hear me say
"JUST PUT IT AWAY"
So do it right first
And your bubble I won't burst
And I will not conjecture
Or give you a lecture.
PLEASE
We shared dreams together
or I should say, you shared in my dreams
nonetheless, dreams were shared.
You cared about them
For the love between us
was stronger than the old lilac tree
Your favorite flower, in both variety and colour.
Fantasies of a little girl, preferably,
but not too soon
Planning the details over a cup of tea
But like the lilacs on the tree
You faded away
As the dreams we shared were removed
I have two sons