Short Print Poems
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Your fair legs follow
Crawling print on the beach sands
Kitchen of the fried crab
-Tuesday, June 18, 2019 Chattogram
this you must do
its for you
and watch your back
read any contract
letter or small
for talk don't fall
have some sence
read the
SMALL PRINT
A leprechaun, to me, proposed,
at my service, to be disposed.
He'd one more thing to say
as he jetted away.
I must catch him first, he disclosed.
Is there somebody out there, I hope
that can please lend me their microscope
for here's my admission
can't read ' Terms and conditions'
to sign this contract? Not a hope!
Hint Book Out of Print
Trump had hint his book out of print;
Started roaring and then recalcitrant;
Did seem abrupt;
Intent is corrupt,
When we learned what moron meant.
Jim Horn
Read Bible In Print
Read Bible In print and we did perceive,
Always in God we must have to believe;
We sat on pew;
Attention drew;
Forgiveness from all sins we will receive.
Jim Horn
Disappearing Picture Print- A Didactic Cinquain
Picture
Composite, vivid
Puzzling, envisioning, sketching
Ever so composite
Gone
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
There once was a woman titled Clair
who bought a spectacular timeshare
she got caught in their net
put five years into debt
and complained it simply wasn't fair.
Completed February 6th, 2018
Kashmiri Hindu Pandits never killed a single person??
Those who killed/raped them were never got punished??
Their voice was never raised and supported by anybody??
They were killed by the terrorists because of their religious identity??
Parting of ways
Can be a good thing
Putting away old
Gaining new
going to paths untraveled
Excitement bowl to treasure
Plans favorite color
Wearing situations unentered
Faces planting actions
Ideas fly into open books
Waving paths events
He was deeply worried,
A problem lay within,
Buried in the depths of his heart,
Countless slaves in his possession.
He wanted to control
All of them, he needed
A unique identity for each.
Suddenly, he struck upon
The idea of a fingerprint.
Back slash, back slash, speed of light
Still my printer will not write.
Unplug, reboot, check the wires,
Now I need those tiny pliers.
Twist, turn, smash the keys,
Make it work, dear God please!
If-then, control alt delete,
Where oh where is the receipt?
You can print more money
By Michelle Morris
27/01/2024
You can print more money
But you can't print more people
Souls do goodness
To ward off evil
You can print more money
But it is only a tool
Souls don't need it
Because Heaven rules
© Michelle Morris, 2024
I should not read that fine print
I should not read the fine print
For it hurts my eyes as I try.
It's so tiny that I cannot read.
To find out that they are taking my money
Or that i have to pay twice to get the gift.
I should not read the fine print
For it might tell me I'm going blind.
So read with care for it might tell you a story
In the catalogue picture I saw
Such a gemstone that filled me with awe.
Oh, but I should have known
That ring’s smaller than shown -
At least SEVEN times tinier. BAH!
Written April 17, 2016 for Contest that closed 4/28
Nww used for the Second Chance #3 Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
It's pretty much all I have to enter this time!
deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego
overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law
being held
deportation hmis
creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's
As my day goes always to show.
Tired from the day my mind slows.
Shopping through the store I do find.
A cool drink I love to drink fine.
Tropical water it does say.
I grab it and I'm on my way.
I really shoulda read the fine print.
The bottle I grab And shake It bent.
Oh how the cat ran for cover
When it hissed and spewed all over the floor.
April 13 2016
Before you sign any paperwork
Ensure all of it you've read
Too often we've given our signature
Then we start to dread
Did I agree to something I shouldn't have
What exactly was there written
It's so important these things are checked
In order to not feel bitten
Always read the fine print
It's something that we're told
Cause often it's important
Too important to be bold
Take note:
See the bold print
Big tote
Vote lines bold tints
Sign calls:
See that sure hint
Warm gall
Tall timely mint
Sure spell:
See beyond blame
Wise tell
Dwell on good name
Speak poise:
Love knows all things
Charm choice
Voice fashions fling
Say much:
Dance easy steps
Purge grudge
Touch knows mind map
Leon Enriquez
27 May 2017
Singapore
follow paths
undreamt
a glance
an understanding
of the
sensual
in time&
distance
intuitively
capturing
the inner sound
of
autonomous
abstractions
on the threshold
of innocence
astringent&
spiritual
encoded
linear
idiosyncratic
allegory in ambiguity
Sweet are the thoughts
Keeps the warmth of the soul
Sour are the wounds
Leaves the coldness of the pain
The change is coming
Going on and on without full stops
Amazement takes over
Moving on without commas
Importance blends with the flow
Interesting as it is
Sugar coating the moments
Keeps the joy of the memories
Scrutinizing the ideas
Leave the mind intact
The change has arrived
If you want to sign up for the Jupiter mission
Here is the catch: you have to be serious.
And you have to have $100,000 you are willing to lose
Because if the space ship blows up,
Or if the expedition is cancelled,
Of if the sponsor takes the money,
There are no refunds.
Only two people signed up.
A mother and son.
Who could not read the small print
Where all of this stupidity was printed.
The Johnson's found the house they'd dreamed about
They signed the papers happy as could be
But when they read the find print, they did shout
Their interest rate balloon they hadn't seen
They tried to sell the house, but had no luck
So with a higher payment they were stuck
The Johnson's learned that 'love is blind' applies
To those who build their castles in the sky
(Iambic Pentameter)
Strange magic occurs in storms of glinted fog and floating sand--
It is this haunt of time and assurance that we find ourselves,
As: Paranoia peaks into blood, seeping through a concrete cafe.
A broken memory and then the muscle of marble
And here in this corner: Time's warped pride.
Her liquid and dust
Our smile and laugh--and our hopeless alternative
To usher in the shadow of print--divinity's backside.
And so we begin again the love and the darkness.
....so next time you see my name in print
Think of all the time I've spent
All the torn and crumpled sheets
Of witty prose incomplete
How I suffered with intrusions
That scattered thought into confusion
Seeing thoughts within my mind
To find out that my pen went blind
It's a long journey from brain to pen
And inbetween the words would spin
Into a different configuration
from intended. What consternation!
So next time you see my name in print
Remember how wrong it could have went