Short Reeled Poems
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A dog by the side of the road
Whelped out her cute little load
A copper who saw
Reeled off the law
Cited for littering I’m told
I met a girl who wasn't mine
And thought we'd go to wine and dine
She met every wish
But drank like a fish
Afterwords I reeled in my line
peering
into
the nightly
abyss
a surprise
the guest
awaiting
gently
she reeled him
inward
down, down
putting
his blistered
wings
to her
smoldering
ire
The Secret Service don't need to shout
They're randy buggers inside and out!
Wherever they go
The whole world will know
They got the girl (reeled in like a trout)!
At six you reeled in your first trout, smoked your first cigarette.
You haven’t flicked your last one out. Each of us at last exhales
the dream like rainbows in a stream. Fish run that river yet.
All
alone
in the crowd,
justice
stood
seeking
someone
to please.
Like a lonely fish
swimming in a school,
she bites a baited hook
and is reeled in—scaled
and thrown back—unwanted.
Unwanted
All
alone
in the crowd
justice
stood
seeking
someone
to please—
Like a lonely fish
swimming in a school
she bites a baited hook
and is reeled in—scaled
and thrown back—unwanted.
Shield From Suffering
From suffering so much need a shield,
Or something which will have appealed
Hoping my suffering soon would quit;
One more thing I surely must admit,
Should see big fish that in I reeled.
Jim Horn
UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
Songs
you have
never heard
still reeled in, hooked.
Where did he find them?
This deejay’s setting trends.
Then once they’re hot? It fades.
In the wee hours fiends will listen,
euphoric taking in something fresh.
Pirate hearts synced with midnight radio.
They threw the hook
Knowing the fish would have to look
They were right, he took a look
They reeled him in for something to cook
Little did they know there was no hook
For the fish was as clever as a book
He untied the bait from the hook
And swam away, better saviour than crook
In the semi-arid suburb, Medina,
A high pitch of sound echoed.
It dopplered through misty shrubs.
A helical dawn goes tidally.
The Pathfinder: stepped,
deep nodded, starry-eyed,
Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh.
Reeled a full throttle of forgiven,
Headed to his students.
The teaching of liberty,
Primed course of life.
Willed
Vague sword
Weak heart and sight
Boundless wisdom, although
My soul has full enthusiasm
Body growing old and becoming weak
My resolve outweighs the bullet
Reeled swilled
Billed.
(The Bell)
Written: June 27, 2021
Ring My Bell Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Written in every vintage storybook,
fancy script says ‘Once upon a time..’
Reeled in with that iconic hook,
no wonder girls are set up at age five. ?
Faith fixes expectations like a crook,
the folklore of forever sets in.
Centuries immortalize the quest he took,
different words have a parallel rhyme.
A duo of mythos mirror each other’s look.
She haunts my dreams
She is not what she seems
She is my Maud
She has a grab on my heart
She reeled me from the start
She is my Helen
She has turned away from me
She denied my plea
She is my Venus
She posseses my soul
She denied me quite cold
She is my Pysche
Yet I still wish for her love
And hope it will be ordained from above
tactic theories tamed
by moaning brain
callous crescendoes' bait
airy acumen craved
felon feasts fostered
hoity twin triggered
rusty rules reeled
raging rumple reek
punctured politics' spree
dark dances dribbled
saucy syllables scribbled
did curves cripple
lanky lust birthed
vying veil's verge.
'20:03:21:11:01
Note: Dedicated to Plato.
tactic theories tamed
by moaning brain
callous crescendoes' bait
airy acumen craved
felon feasts fostered
hoity twin triggered
rusty rules reeled
raging rumple reek
punctured politics' spree
dark dances dribbled
saucy syllables scribbled
did curves cripple
lanky lust birthed
vying veil's verge.
'20:03:21:11:01
Note: Dedicated to Plato.
back of head is capped with bliss
it is Divine Mother’s kiss
we look on as we are shaped
in sublime love and light draped
God’s first light signals it’s morn
yet we’re in the void airborne
slowly reeled back to this form
magnetised in a bliss storm
osmotic penetration
of the mists of creation
brings back to life dormant nodes
singing odes our heart decodes
I ran and jumped behind a potted plant, but you found me
I got away, but briefly, and was not discovered for almost six minutes.
But my breathing was too deep, and you heard, and conquered.
I keep peeling myself away, but you reeled me back, and swiftly.
I never before realized how hard it is to get away from ideas.
You have won now, so, what my dear, is my next step, pray tell?
Your kindness gave me memories that will always stay with me
The joy we shared, because of you, will live through eternity
Your unselfish ways, thoughts and deeds, your giving in every way
Have made me happy to be your friend with the memories stored away
WHEN I WENT WITH YOU, MY SENSES REELED TO HEIGHTS THAT WERE UNKNOWN
AND THINKING OF YOU, THE FEELINGS RETURN AND I AM NOT ALONE
As a carcass peeled from the sidewalk
As witness reeled with revelry talk
When the sun poached its glaze
Children free of heart catwalked
I was lost in sage
Murmur of beaten brow
Through the forecepts of saturated clock
Held back with hidden penetration
Red lips coursed a wet expectation
But time had guided a listless burrow
Time in destruction from fallen meaning
Where spirits kept corridors veiled
Jarvis was a goner the second he saw her bouncy hair
She recognized this and reeled him right into her lair
Her amber eyes gave him the stoplight green.
Jarvis from that moment was never again seen.
I hope it was worth it said his Arkansas kin.
I rolled my eyes, as this rolled out past their chin.
He never returned, was never again seen.
Beware of a witch who gives you a glance stoplight green.
I was reeled in
Not knowing if I was
Swimming...or broken
I swallowed your line
Starving for what you fed me
Dumbstruck and wounded
There was no fight,
No chance that I would not
Succumb to your lures
Maybe here was my chance
To witness saviour
But now I see
You have chosen
To fillet and release
My heart.
And there's plenty more fish in the sea.
For those like you.
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
Form:
Writing for tomorrow,
today is enhanced
Writing for tomorrow,
my mind and heart dance
Writing for tomorrow,
my place is affirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
my name is confirmed
Writing for tomorrow
the future reeled in
Writing for tomorrow
new moments begin
Writing for tomorrow
old crucibles filled
Writing for tomorrow
—the present instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Writing for tomorrow,
today is enhanced
Writing for tomorrow,
my mind and heart dance
Writing for tomorrow,
my place is affirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
my name is confirmed
Writing for tomorrow,
the future reeled in
Writing for tomorrow,
new moments begin
Writing for tomorrow,
old crucibles filled
Writing for tomorrow
—the present instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)