Short Repetitious Poems
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Sunday rest before repetitious reveille.
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02/05/2022
Suspicious of Being Repetitious
Some people started being suspicious,
And really had been rather repetitious;
We thought;
With brought;
What did turn out to be their wishes.
Jim Horn
“Leftovers” are the name of the game
That's sure not a very appealing name
They're still delicious
No matter repetitious
Should go in the Cooking Hall of Fame
© Jack Ellison 2016
I lie here still and cold.
My eyes grey and fathomless,
My cancer- stricken body.
Awaiting the quietus of my final nap.
A sleep that will last an eternity,
Filled with a tiresome, repetitious rhapsody.
My story forever untold,
The delinquency of my fable
Written 21-03-2018
Wanted
Zero
Repetitious Unsure
Imitating Boring Uninspiring
Turn Opportunist Empathy Proficient
Surprising Reserving Enabling
Consolidated Able-bodied
Hero
2019 June 08
*3rd Place*
Sparkling Diamonds
~~Joseph May
If I close my eyes I can see them quite plain,
those stick people dancing in the rain..
They twirl and they lift with movements so stiff,
never seeming to bend.
There's others around but their deaf to the sound,
captivated by the heat of their feet.
Just like puppet pundits, repetitious, redundant,
they dance on to their own silent beat..
So as deaf to spacious loitering's retried,
that circulations needling, so bona fide
does penetrate my nerve to cause deride
monopolizing cost and courage stride!
Do listen not, to reach my own confide,
a self, an understanding of my chide.
Yet duldrum's ceaseless wavering
does beg its pride -
In repetitious floundering
destroys times guide!
The Morning's beauty
embraces my existence
its radiant sunlight so intelligent
dispenses its vividness.
Unselfish it caresses the Earth
cleansing itself with sprinkles of dew
exhaling shallow breaths like whispers
of mellow breezes.
Enhancing its nakedness with blue
spacious skies,continuing a repetitious
command in obedience to gratifying
all mankind.
Form:
My eyes grow tired
weary and tearful of this song in life
the same repetitious stories unfold
of love and hate and threat and war;
it seems that nothing changes
this warrior people relish in their discord
where pleasure, lust and greed and power reign
as poverty and hunger children claim;
set me free, give me release
and set the world to stir for peace.
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Sunday Morning Quiet
David J Walker
It is in the Sunday morning quiet
A quiet noted in the whisperings
Of a house settled when
The sayings will begin
Later in the day
If at all
The sayings will be small
If at all
Rapacious prays
Repetitious fears
Religion ignored
Lucky them
It is a Sunday morning quiet
When nothing needed is noted
And understood
The cycle they speak of
simmering regeneration
folded back upon itself
spinning graceful
behaving oddly like
repetitious Nature blindfolded
Yet transported to the present
in the past
treading mercy
Through the wheel like another
carriage return
mindful of Circadian limits
peering in a moment of
extrinsic reclassification
but all the while
sitting on the edge
of Home
Silly Susie sang sweet songs of all seasons,
repetitious lyrics redundant, without reason.
Lovely luscious harmonies sung so happily,
having her one moment of fame, she’d bow affably.
Silly Susie truly was the best of all young crooners
and she always hit perfect notes without any tuner!
4-13-2020
6 LINES OF CHEERFUL RHYME Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier
Being without you is starting to hurt,
you surround me and linger in the air;
I taste music and strawberry dessert;
Everything about you begins to blare,
my senses overload when you’re not there;
Rosy smoke in my eyes turning them red
your firestorm raged in so unexpected;
Stupefied my lungs and it’s hard to breathe
a repetitious beat on a drumhead;
Shivering is making me grind my teeth.
Terse inert verse,
unnerving diction
of repetitious diabolic
deeds of man.
Malice borne of
selfishness, putrid
thoughts take own
center stage.
No revelation can
deviate the heinous
crimes that continue
to reincarnate.
Atrocious taste and
grievous faults shall
continue to multiply
expeditiously.
Declination of society
and man seems to
be inevitable, a
foregone conclusion.
26th June, 2012 (c)
Here comes Robbie the Elf with skills of a nitwit.
All of the rumors says he is resilient, and never will quit.
We all call him Robbie the Rhythm Man, this is his nickname
He is reliant, resourceful and repetitious in fame.
The reason we all know him, and this is the truth
Is he once out-sang a robin, her name was Sweet Ruth.
The wizards all remember that day, some say overdue.
Sweet Sue got huffy and angry, so this story is true.
I've never written a triolet before
I thought I'd give it a go.
Some are beautiful, but a bit repetitious
for my liking, no offense anybody
At last a contest, I could win
This challenge seems quiet causative
And made me think, while I begin
At last, a contest I could win
And write this Opus, with a grin
Because I'm feeling positive
At last a contest I could win
This challenge seems quiet causative
JTCurtis June 2014
Feel so full
Ever feel full but empty too?
Just a number at work but what you gna do?
Father at home, the bees knees, their favourite guy?
Try your best, a smile, a joke, don’t ask me why...
Empty, but yet so full.....life? Repetitious but anything but dull.
Am I ungrateful? Don’t know what I’ve got.
A trade, a Mrs, 3 kids?
I’ve got a lot..
Changed my mind... it’s not empty at all,
Take a step back, see the bigger picture.
Stand proud and tall.
As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losings appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small
~ indictment at its worst, in all.
Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel,
God's willing servant, not enthrall
of self-love, hindering with its spell
and then to you, some hope install ~
As grace gives bearing ~ give console!
As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests, adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losing's appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small,
-indictment at its worst, in all.
Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel.
God's willing servant, not enthrall,
of self-love, hindering with its spell,
and then to you, some hope install -
As grace gives bearing - give console!
Thru the eyes of a child where newness abounds,
the magical lure of the merry go round..
It's piped in repetitious sound entices
spectators all around..
"Choose your seat" says a ticketer at the gate.
Large steel poles anchor in the animals fate.
Painted horses methodically go up and down
with hoofs that never meet the ground..
Mermaids, tigers, and other beasts, co-exist
here, all in peace..
Thru the eyes of a child what a fantasy feast.
"Let's go one more time at least?"
How does the soul enter Heaven?
Through ways, I believe, that are dark and effervescent,
For the soul, a thing of light and solemnity,
must cross through its opposites in anonymity
Controversial though my ideas are, according to the apocryphal biblical texts which some take too far, I believe this must be true
Life is a sojourn of symmetry,
A cyclical process of repetitious histories
We rise and begin as do we fall and end.
These are my beliefs on how the soul enters heaven.
Bright lithe and lively fall morning aroma waft out,
Courtly swish through a deft pirouette turnabout.
Trees hears psithurism leaves sigh to get a glance.
Rain's philter makes the earth surface move and dance.
Near the river's edge, ducklings splash in boisterous mirth;
Ripples break the repetitious echo of the habitable earth.
The day rolls up spent, nightfall slowly creeps and does gain;
Gentle nuzzling into the boundless horizon once again.
9/15/2023