Short Raids Poems

coyote
raids garbage can
urban pest...

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another bear
raids convenience store
exchanges chips...

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Brown bear
raids convenience store
beats picnic basket...

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coyote prowls tonight
searching for careless cats
raids garbage cans...

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mischievous twilight, raids the cosmic crayons - green and red missing...

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These walls conceal an ugly war
Kitty litter raids my floor
This tidy home I'm sworn to keep
A rugged broom's a tiresome sweep
Three cats are such a chore...

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There once was a cat, a pretty young maid
Who was deathly afraid of panty raids --
   She had a breathing lapse
   Then completely collapsed --
The cat coroner found out she'd been spayed...

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Trees of green
Flowers of bloom
Clouds of vapors
Streets of gloom.

Earth of wonders
Skies of gold
Sights of breath
Hands of fold.

Dews of dust
Thorns of flesh
Raids of blood
On fingers of trust....

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Trees of green
Flowers of bloom
Clouds of vapors
Streets of gloom.

Earth of wonders
Skies of gold
Sights of breath
Hands of fold.

Dews of dust
Thorns of flesh
Raids of blood
On fingers of trust....

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Here's an ode to Hagar the Horrible!

   His raids on castles is deplorable,

      And yet despite constant strife,

         With his long-suffering wife,

            How can she suppose him adorable?

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved...

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Rich rapture raids
Ask ample aid

Prize pretty plots
Treasure true thought

Urge unzips use
Reap riddle ruse

Earn easy etch
Feel funny fetch

Realise rich race
Etch each embrace

Expect each end
Sense stillness send




Leon a Enriquez
10 September 2016
Singapore...

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Faulted earth quakes, level land breaks
Serene sea swells, tearing tsunami strikes
Devastation a devil descends unpredicted to devour.

Tough times tremble, shaking sky raids
Hibernating hopes break, awful agony abrades
Disaster a distress destroys unabated the lives dire.

September 1, 2017....

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   Remember America’s humanitarian aid 
      to Germany’s Nazis
         and Japan’s Kamikazes
            during daring WW2 raids

   Funny, I don’t remember it either…

   But I know the reason
     giving aid and comfort to a terrorist enemy
        is properly classified as treason 
...

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Set swift sure say,
Attest apt aid;
Craft charms crude clay,
Rich rapture raids;
Echo each end,
Dream describes day.
Glimpse good grace grand,
Lavish lines lay;
Intent inks ire,
Meet mystic mind;
Ply profound pyre,
Seek sacred signs;
Effect end etch,
Sense succinct sketch.




Leon Enriquez
08 December 2016
Singapore...

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Sparkling stars spread
Rich rapture raids
Dance dazzles dread
Apt answers aid


Such scary scars
Moist murky mists
Such sacred stars
Gain glimpses gist


Broken backs brown
Bright blood bleached black
Feel fumbling frown
Sense stumbling slack


Dread dangling dead
Frame fuzzy feel
Ransom rest red
Wild weary will




Leon Enriquez
23. At 2018
Singapore...

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WAR-TIME MEMORY

During air-raids in London, we would huddle under the stairs, Mother, Brother and I. Minimal protection against a direct hit, but something. I would feel Mother flinch when one landed nearby. But not me. My worry was spiders.

Safe under the stairs
Not concerned by falling bombs
Afraid of spiders

26th June 2020
A Memory Contest
Sponsor  -  Line Gautier...

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and I forgot reading love in the diagrams
like constructing great space ships

we fear it’ll never finish 
and so
lancing us into the stars
though how rich life is
in every petal
even over the screen of imagination’s furnace
burning in roman-candled air-raids
forcing the power of our own love in front of us
as the only real and almighty staggering truth

as sought in tip-toes
for poetry is tip-toes...

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Feel fluid fancy
Dance deep dreamy


Feel force fleeting
Be bright being


Price primal pain
Grace gathers gain


Lift lofty lines
Fluff floating fine


Word wild writes well
True troubles tell


Rowdy rude raids
Petty pride paid


Laughter leaps loud
Play pretty proud


Name new notes nigh
Hurl happy highs


Ink inner ire
Feel fuzzy fire



Leon Enriquez
06 November 2017
Singapore...

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Flowers

flowers awaken my senses
with pleasant breeze
think of a photographical
snapshot in BC
the aroma
raids the youthful haven
listening to the trees whistle
as they purge the droplets of lillys
bees seem envisioned with a circular motion
the petal drops
the desired motion
the constant rotation
the angular potion
the wistful incantation
                                     Written tonuhalan13/04/06/Thurs....

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Apt ample aid
Rich rapture raids


Live lovely lines
Feel feelings fine


Love lingers loud
Precious peace proud


Seek succinct say
Wise wondrous way


Craft clever cheer
Niche nature near


Verse vibrant voice
Ply pickled poise


Seize sanguine stay
Prize pretty play


Mind moments meek
Success soul seek


Daze dazzles draft
Craze comforts craft




Leon Enriquez
13 July 2017
Singapore...

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Feel fools flush
Big bright blush


Meet mad minds
Frame fresh find


Deep dread dead
Ripe roar raids


Trash thrills thought
Ply poor plot


Glimpse good gone
Meet mild morn


Storm sweeps soil
Bleak blaze boils


Treat torn taste
Watch wealth waste


Light looks loose
Notch nice noose


Void vets veil
Seer sets sail


Trite tale test
Words waste west




Leon Enriquez
09 November 2016
Singapore...

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He was rsised in New Mexico
and became feared more than Geronimo
The army enlisted  him as a brave
to track down other braves.
Accused of many crimes
he escaped many times.
He led many raids
with his four braves.
He didn't trust his tribe 
so he stayed on the outside.
People say he died
in a fight with soldiers
others say he died in his cave.
Even ranchers claim 
to have killed the brave
down in New Mexico way
after a raid....

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India
by Nandlal K. Pancholi
 
AIDS and raids and RDX dunes
Bell-hop cops poor politic's peons 
Daud philoo Memons macabre dons
Maul megapolis all perilous pawns

Harshad hotshot handsome hero
Bofors pay off probe by Nero
Riot-hit state of riot-hit cities 
Parrallel perennial animosities

Political parties pelt at each other stones
common man woe-ridden groans and moans
Over disputes hot House adjourns
Path to progress strewn with thorns...

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When I stare at the sky, sight fades,
Stunning view blitheness, and people
Hoist the tape to grasp strains and wades,
When I stare at the sky, sight fades.
Now butterfly is apt for raids.
How do they live? I sigh with lull,
When I stare at the sky, sight fades
Stunning view blitheness, and people.


Written: January 23, 2022

Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words or Less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger...

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Does the willow know?
Does it feel the wind?
Are those just random gestures
Or is it telling me something
As it bows?

Can it know it will never be a tree?
Does it care that the dove knows
There is no branch for him
And passes overhead
To the oak instead

Who hides the nesting  wren?
Her clutch of fragile babes
A cradle for her to keep them in
Hid from the prowler’s raids

T’is the willow
So Mr. Oak now you see
It’s together we make a place
For all of nature to be
Whether or not you are a tree...

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