Short Puerile Poems
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what child knows silence?
in his puerile mind
colours speaks and birds laugh
songs shout happiness
and all is play.
what child knows silence
and can we lid his joy?
Leaving Canadians dumbstruck,
Donald the Schmuck has gone amok.
Petty, puerile brain,
Mapping dorky domain,
Now we quack out loud ‘What The Duck’?!
September 1, 2026
it often feels
as though life gathers stones
upon puerile sand
rising toward hubris
ever further from the source
…fragile as innocence
11 May 2020
Contest: Flow With The Collum Lune
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Visual: 2
The ink has dried, musings shrivel
Inspiration flow dead
Words we form, puerile drivel
Emotes best left unsaid
We wish to but cannot
Bound in a narrow slot
Ego thought comes to naught
Our time we bide
The ink has dried
13-March-2022
Quietus
Love rang my heart where I rebuffed her advances, hoping to heighten the longing love felt despite my fickle indifference, complacency and obstination. Love walked away and stoutly locked her door hermetically. I rue my puerile procrastination...
Love slips into longing
hearts quiet, unheard, unseen
until it vanishes.
Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
The Night Before Christmas
In juxtaposition to the Nativity, while the
house beheld a calm and somnolence splendors
were a cool and gentle balm, the quintescence
of the evening was a certain entourage that
would dispel the expectations of a puerile
melange.
"Veni, vidi, vice", he gave a joyous cry,
"Requiescant in pace, I'll see you by and by."
Jagged fragments of a puerile chorus compose my fledgling thoughts.
Each shrill shard impales my soul with piercing slivers of childish inflections.
Looped refrains of callow mantras whorl my mind in endless rounds.
tantrumed harmonies,
sung upon a splintered stage…
my inner children
Eat thou not the bread of remorse
For its taste is bitter, tough, coarse
Made from many wrong of yesterdays
As it has aged, dried__ changed assays
Replays of when it was just baked
And of those whom heartbreak suffered
From puerile stunts and brainless words
Discords that filled that loaf's innards
Now moldy, indigestible
This bread, remorse......abominable
In Honor of Brian Strand's contest
Up to twelve lines..
On the side of a path branching off from the road
expectations of glorious guilt mount
makeshift trenches housing truants, anxiously counting
the seconds 'til school officers call off the hunt...
Free at last at 9:30 to pursue puerile passions
constructing lean-tos in trees, small campsites nearby
They'd burn down the bush in a heartbeat if only
their consciences would forget how to sigh
Exhumed memories
Pinned to a moment in time
Faded photographs
Close enough to hold
Or lose one's way and drown in
The past is like that
Stripped of artifice
The worst kind of nakedness
One's own reflection
Puerile litany
Lust begets lust begets lust
That's the thrill of it
Dancing by myself
Music slower softer now
Box is winding down
The music box plays
The ballerina dances
Graceful and alone
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Winters' suitors never earned
cozen for their sacrifice
Love accepted, not returned,
frozen trophies kept on ice
Counterparts once jailed are freed,
gone to fairer girls of spring
Hearts disposed now those I need
So begins my reckoning
Puerile Moon rules Scorpio
fools of summer disenthrall,
swooning cools to vertigo
Who will love me come the fall?
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09/11/2020
Politicians noisy
noisy noise noisters
lyinglyinglyinglyinglying
lies always all
lies they lie always
disgruntled voters vote disgruntledly
disgustingly
facist racist noises eminate appeal to
ignorance idiocy intervenes
intermittently
bigoted nazi party british national puerile
The canopy was beaming beneath radiant stars, as whirling
wedding night dances swirled round and round the garden …
But her husband crippled, his manhood puerile,
Fate untied their sterile knot of desire.
The world seemed to shrug; she felt herself
scorned. Passersby avoided her eyes ...
Was it she'd been abandoned, deficient found?
Or had the clock just run out on her cries?
July 01, 2018
I marvel at the tears of stars
that loudly blush as they pass Mars
Toward earth they fall in streams of dust
on cosmic winds that swirl and gust
No doubt it seems a madman’s tale
a rotund lie of cosmic scale
I ask you though, with much chagrin
please wake that child that naps within
Though hard to see with grownup eyes
The puerile heart unveils their guise
Near tranquil ponds where sorrow feeds
they land and spark among the reeds
The shadows cast from childhood’s grace,
From oaks once climbed with wondered zeal,
Still gently shade the heart’s chaste place.
A park where myths and dreams were real,
So long as thoughts remained puerile -
Imagination’s grass strewn stage.
Unchecked these shadows wane with age,
As grownup winds strip bare the trees,
Yet memories can still – assuage;
A canopy of youth’s reprise.
Rhyme – ababbccdcd
French form - 8 syllables per line
It could be in the summer, winter, or fall.
I get these emails any time at all.
They most often come during the spring.
Receiving these messages becomes a common thing.
You are someone I cannot see.
How do I know you are what you claim to be?
Your messages appear to be puerile and trite.
I don’t care how many pictures you have on this site.
What you do is immoral and not right.
I don’t need you to be my f-buddy tonight.
February 25, 2013
Bite The Bullet
Puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
peashooter to Saturday-night-special,
relatives riddled our home, armed, shot nigh,
puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
mortared appendages, aimless, I sigh,
pinched and kissed, triggered red-bled cheeks, et al,
puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
peashooter to Saturday-night-special.
REVISED
2020 October 25
*Honorable Mention*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
~~Edward Ibeh
When most people lose their money in a casino,
profane language comes out in a steady flow.
That is something not unusual with losing money.
It seems to bring out the worst in everybody.
How many times do those bettors scapegoat me?
This is one thing that happens quite commonly.
What prime examples of immaturity!
Their puerile actions sometimes look funny.
Those things are here to stay and won’t go away.
I hear lots of profanity every day.
In 1880, Pierre Cot built a trusty art out of lunacy.
Myriad experts debated the topic of roots vagary.
A puerile idol's skirt serves as an umbrella in a downpour.
The New York Museum's Catherine Wolfe bought it and bears more.
Very famous, many people have tried to copy this quite core
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: February 1st, 2022
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/435997
A STRAND (1068) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand