Short Press Poems
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Trump was playing with Betty Boop
When suddenly he had to poop
- Coronavirus scare -
No toilet paper there!
But FOX News picked up an hot scoop!
Unsubstantial evidence hums.
Unclear to the media bums.
Just off of the press -
There’s still no confess.
A story sans lucid outcomes.
Merco press combines economic and political
I fail to see how? it can be truly analytical.'
Its zone is grey at very best' any claim to
Equal reporting must be put to the test.!
In the past, people trusted the press.
For the press had a certain noblesse.
But today, I would say,
trust has withered away —
we are now very hard to imPRESS.
Let’s give him the nickname of Sayles.
In suit, he does chomp at his nails.
Preoccupied schlub
gnaws down to the nub.
A shame as he chews at details.
7/14/2022
Wow! True story!
Press With Stress To Straighten Out Mess
What we really wanted to do was press,
Down hard to straighten out the mess;
Then do select,
What to correct;
Should emphasize with much stress.
Jim Horn
Mutuality
She gave me her heart
In exchange
For that of mine own
And in that moment
Of mutuality
We both won
The lottery
(c) 16 December 2018 : william s. peters, sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
a-merry-can news said...
biden is an old man while
trump is full of muster...
well the actual truth be...
trumps a rich kid corporate clown while
biden has the wisdom of an earned maturity
stan sand
I have news that is sure to impress.
My new book will be… published —no less!
Let’s break out the champagne,
raise a toast to my brain…
No-o-o-o! I checked. It’s a vanity press.
violence displace sporting nature thousand words extremes of sadness
I’m tempted to press delete
And erase my every memory of you
I wrote these words for you
They are not permanent
A click of the button
Obliterates those scripts
If it was that easy
To expunge you from my mind
You’d already be gone
Form:
Two Mutes in the Press Room
The two mutes we hired
to wheel hot type
are bickering again
Their fingers
quicker than beaks of cocks
tear the air
with perfect curses
tongues never utter
ears never hear
Donal Mahoney
If you have read one corporate journalism bland adding it's flavor
To Foreward Press,
No Less, No Less
God's Bold!
The Strength Our Feat,
Tomorrow's Lead,
Show, Show!
I have your skin cells under my nails,
a patch of hair between my fingers
your scent clouds me, like paradise wrapped around eve
our bath water is yellow and beautiful,
I close my eyes,
press play
can you hear the music of our kisses?
Toward God’s lofty calling
Let’s press on with faith’s grace-might
Ministering to others
Sharing His love’s gift.
*Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God
in Christ Jesus.
July 31, 2019
Most people want to make their mark
but leave a mess instead,
by stomping in with heavy boots
where Angels fear to tread.
The deep impressions that you made
weren't obvious from the start;
but the marks you made on others' lives
were pressed upon the heart.
Jackabob Give a Knob
Open a dresser
Straighten up presser
Mackalong Sing a Song
I have to confess
Life can be a mess
Mollycoddle Dig and Doddle
Rhyming is fun
Here in the sun
pressing forward, eager this day
delight at what's in store
awaiting what you have to say
excited to hear more
enjoying creation
joyful expectation
you as my foundation
pressing forward
led by your word
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The Quietus form: 9 lines, 8a6b8a6b 6c6c6c NdNd, where d comes from L1
Was loyal to everyone around
My affection went in vain
I prayed started losing friends
My love, time, advice, and affection was a tool
Tool to manipulate my feelings to their advantage
My heart still desire to love them
Learned everyone don't have the same heart as you
In life we have to walk in love and press on
P-ress not the panic button,
R-emain calm and composed;
E-motions not in control
M-ake ears and eyes closed.
E-rrors are not made,
S-econd morn November;
T-hough clouds are dark,
R-ain won't harm the river.
A-llow your life to brave
D-istress on your horizon;
A-llow not hands to quiver, press not the panic button.
press rewind
press delete
press reset
upon the computer
of the mind
re-write
re-create
re-shape
the script of your life
re-enter
re-boot
re-construct
your mental heard wiring
create a new norm
create a new version of reality
create a new version of self
within this present realm in which you find
yourself immersed within
It’s one of my friends,
calling me at her convenience.
That’s not how I do phones.
I do not feel guilty as I press decline.
I have a policy of only speaking to people
When it is convenient for me.
She lost her three hour window.
Maybe tomorrow I think.
I am enjoying my day, my way.
After I raised three daughters, I claim my time as my own.
Press hard my friend
To see the end
Dont worry if you win
Fate is not your kin
My lasting thought
I swear I aught
To wear and tout
The spring has frought
Penance is paid
Pain is laid
I rouse this maiden of staunch confused cadence.
The stench of death is the only fragrance
But im alive you see
Birthed in this fools venture, but free
the crowd died
down as the speaker
tapped the microphone
saying test one test two can
you all hear
me as camera
shutters snapped
and flashes flew just
to capture
a glimpse of
what might maybe
be history being made
but the speaker
simply said that he'd
written a lot of poetry but
no one had any comments so
he
quietly
walked
away
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