Short Pronged Poems
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Sweet gum
Three pronged leaves
Foot like, dancing in breeze
Hung upon the clothesline drips blood
Scarlet
There once was a lady from Lynx,
Who was a veritable minx,
she wrote about love,
cooed like a dove,
loved mixing ambiguous drinks.
Now the minx was wearing a wig,
Which made her look like a fig,
And she had the gall,
To hold me in thrall,
And jabbed me with a two-pronged twig!
“Still got that tin box that we used to ash cigarettes in college” she asked.
"Yeah, it still carries the ashes of my tenderness that I burned with every cigarette I lit after losing you." he replied.
Silence pronged, lips touched, but this time he could not close his eyes.
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped
It was like a rainbow, this bead so fine that strung up so many lifelessly like puppets pronged. The carry-over appears, like ageism defeated but again it rears and spills the beans over another adventure, so silly that goose like hemlock endeavors, so wily this bead so effervescent that dowry hidden in the stores are much too much of a bounty.
Humanity thy thorns burn, tear untoward for you conceive no compassion
Tainted soul seeking kin to participate in wrong
As the disenchanted search a haven in which to belong
Why hate lies strong double pronged in our troubled world
Be every mans cross to bear
Sentiment and words alone constitute not change
Good night god bless suffering doth not digress
How sweet it is when love had fizz,
and life's bell was a tinkle,
one time me eyes locked with a cuz,
but she was way too little.
ol alien, poor bugger me,
richoted up into a tree,
tangled with a swarm of bee's
the sting of stung exciting
cousin Don he caught a guy,
teasing bees to get a rise,
water squirted from his eyes,
his phallus pronged and bulging:)
Don Johnson 29-june-11
liquid oxygen, nitrogen, napalm
the many methods of modern BBQ
multi-pronged igniters injecting mainline
high pressure laser guided fusion reactors
subatomic quantum mechanical quasar energy
photons vibrating in Orion’s nebula
disintegrating galactic supercharged plasma
ejected from hemorrhoids at warp speed
inner core’s event horizon is compromised
came through the worm hole
didn’t see it coming
544.
Learning Developmental Reading
A Prof. Ed. subject – Developmental Reading
Process with stages, purposes with meaning
It uses different skills
Like eating different meals
Do not miss the 4-Pronged Approach
In reading it is an effective coach
Read between the lines the idioms & allusions
There are theories & tactics as guide-ons!
-03/18/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
revenge is served cold
with malice in cold steel knife
beside three-pronged fork
hate needs patience to mature
like a ripe blue-vein Stilton
anger sets the feast
memory seasons each course
with bitter chilli
sprinkled to sharpen revenge
as hunger outwaits its prize
when the dish arrives
rust has reached the waiting knife
mould adorns the fork
the taste of blood turns bitter
in the gnash of grinding teeth
She wore a Cheshire grin,
slowly munching the bite
she'd snitched from his plate.
"You took my point," he said.
"Everyone knows,
the point is the best part."
We sat around the table,
savoring pie, sipping coffee.
He wore an indignant look,
his fork pronged above her pie,
too late, her own point
already in her mouth.
A new concept to me,
but I have to admit,
the first bite of anything
always tastes best.
What kind of lust is this?
Firey daggers of romance
Two-pronged on the table
Your heart at significant crossroads
Fearing he still grips the pulse of dreams
Believe me, when I come full bodied
My stance is definite
Along your quicksand embryo
We've danced through armaggedon
Reality and the pillows of thought
Plushy laid upon your sleeping grove
Watery graves in thrall beyond the ruminations of language
Music deftly played continues its vast beat
As you and I merge together