Short Prime Time Poems
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Kavanaugh and Trump will define
Auditions for Epstein online
If you're young and juicy
Just Email: FurrLucy
Step up to the pump on Prime Time!
street fights and car wrecks
fires tornadoes and police actions
westerns and witches
tv dramas
lots of orphans
death and despair
murders and attacks
not so much happiness
on prime time TV
Who's Fooling Who?
Bloody murder, wild sex, torture and slime
Scammers and pushers and heinous crime
It's too much to bear
All the evil out there
Except for cable TV at prime time!
8/1/22
You’d better not treasure clothes of gold threads,
But cherish the prime time your youth spreads.
Pluck blossoms when they're in blooming hours,
And don’t wait to snap the twigs without flowers.
(Tran.)
This is a love poem
But it has been hijacked, censored
Don’t lean in, I can’t read it to you
It is not for public consumption
It is not for family consumption
And it is certainly not ready for prime time.
Give us the quick fix
The easy way out
A heady dose of
Instant gratification
And we'll forget about
The intellectual annihilation
Of sixty second news
On BBC Three
Then prime-time karaoke
From deadbeats on ITV
A chill in the air
For the old, unfair
Joints stiff, in pain
Without the rain
Equatorial the clime
Temperate, prime time
The laptop hums
As it does its sums
Counting viruses new
Ebola, others, a few
Plandemic tick
Effects like Arsenic
~ Not a contest entry, unsurprisingly... ~
Captain Woodough
He coulda won ~
Shoulda, 'Buddha!' *
_____________________________
* In my 8th-grade class, circa 1963,
'Buddha!' was slang for 'buddy.'
(Of a lottery winner on being asked
what his feelings were since
becoming an instant
millionaire.)
His answer was both aromatic
and precise.
“It reminds me of a deep
‘Profound Fart’ In that
it pisses everyone off,
yet the effect is pure
alleviation.”
© Harry J Horsman 1995
It’s unique, sublime
Eternal in space and time
It’s my poetry in rhyme
My honourable prime time.
I play with it like an innocent child
Hit all keys where I smiled and cried
Sing the lyrics of my life complied
Dance to it so free and wild.
It’s unique, sublime
My poetry in rhyme
Rad non-duality
Is simply the notion
That there is no one:
No separate one
To do or to think..
In other versions
That one seems to
Linger..albeit in
Rarer and rarer forms
To finally disappear..
A story of lingering
And disappearance
Playing in prime time...
Time after Time
Be my Valentine
Barely in time
As Feb. 1st chimes
Delayed lines
To celebrate
Valentine's
Fourteen times
This month in rhymes
For my Wendoline's
Love Prime time:
Do throw in a line ...
Won't you, Clement and Clementine
Carroll and Caroline
Ciao: it's past my bedtime
you'll do what you've always done
stay too long
pretending you're a suitor
or a knight in shining armor
and i'm a damsel in this dress
what a mess we've made of things
you've been content to play the part
of an ill-suited lover
in a prime-time t.v. sitcom
and i've been swiftly blown about
wearing my heart on my sleeve
OH Warrior!
Pandemonium prevailing amidst of devils
Prime time to eradicate crimes and evils.
Oh Warrior! Slash smash tormentors: Be bold.
Be merciless, ruthless to unsheathe your sword.
09/16/19
Original Poem 'Be Brave' written on 09/12/19
'Arbitrium Divisa 4' Contest by Gregory Barden
Gallstones as big as pizza pies,
Indigestion led to surprise,
Surgeon smiled like Mona Lisa,
Did you eat that much pizza?
Fair, fat and forty,
Fatbuckles, you were naughty!
Bells did ring, ting-a-ling,
Samaritan love did bring,
Pizza still tempts, grey sighs,
Prime time love, spark flies,
Is this a silly stage? I say
"Looks like it!" Well, ole!
Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?
Mister rich lister Blister
Sinister Mandarin Minister
Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman
Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem
Prime time Pantomime
Podium pandemonium
Needs Imodium...clearly feeds Opprobrium
As this git dearly did his bit
No boom just bust
To ensure the sh*t really hit the fan
Just one more time!
I want to write tonight
But my muse has taken flight
Can’t blame her you see
My life is quite boring
The highlight of my day
Happens after I pray
Go to the YMCA exercise
Then watch the news prime time
I listened to favorite songs
Off key I sing along
Tune in to Poetry Soup
For inspiration despite my mood
Today there was no pain
I’d be happy to have this day again
Prime time merry,
and blue depression of nadir,
sun and gloomy dark night,
intelligence with brilliance,
and wooden dud with dead senses,
the fairest of them all,
and the swarthiest,
the softest cushion,
and the hard glint of diamond,
swinging swaying between extremes,
we weep,cry,smile and live the life,
more than you can think,
you adjust to the mood,
and skate on on the life's skating rink.
Bazball fall.. still so livid
Nightmare is so so vivid
Like the day of the Triffid
In OZ were just so timid
On the ropes so so vapid
Dopes burnt hopes acrid
Defeat tropes so so rapid
Prime time to be candid
Cool fools just so flaccid
No bans ECB plans placid
Our also-rans.. so insipid
Pans Fans who are so avid
Fancy Dans woe so rancid
Badgers crow so so rabid
meet me in my hey day
when i was fresh and eager
maybe then you will figure out
the definition of my reason
meet me in my prime time
when my brightest hour was my next idea
maybe then you will completely solve
the central meaning of my season
meet me in my known zone
when the precision of my accuracy was at its sharpest
maybe then you will truly visualize
the the leagues in which all the waters run deep in
Words come to play
In lines that sway
Wealth comes to call
Despite the gall
Health knows the way
To better days
Verse in prime time
When laughter rhymes
Look to this day
Seize time for play
Be who you are
A dazzling star
Shine in due time
Make moments chime
Live each day well
For time must tell
Tale a good look
At this old book
Leon Enriquez
09 December 2014
Singapore
dark room
lightens
sunshine
brightens
outside
prime time
strong brew
sublime
red birds
singing
wind chimes
ringing
gold leaves
clinging
now brain-
storming
rhymes are
forming
jotting
phrases
nature’s
praises
daylight’s
waning
eyes are
straining
no more
stalling
night is
falling
indoors
I go
poems
in tow
November 9, 2022
entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest Placed 6th
Who will protect us
Is good to hope
But depends on what
It could be false
It could be right
It could be truthful
But it could be wrong
Yet it good to hope
Who will protect us
In a world dying
Were commoner
Are meant to short live
Dying with there hope
Buried with out achieving
Their precious aim
Cos their life's was determined
From there prime time
Cos despite they hope
They couldn't escape
The program of no
Positive hope result