Short Resided Poems
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There once was this girl who was pretty
Who resided in New York City
Got mugged Friday night
Weak attempt at a fight
Life as a harlot is such a pity
Big Potato..for limerick contest
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Old Joe the potato grower
Was beside himself in sorrow
For down at his boots
Was a hole so darn deep
His potato’s now resided in China
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I was looking for
The truth
I always' looked
Some-where besid's
My self
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Seem all that I knew
Was Mayhem
I resided with death
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Though I did wonder'
Never did I think
That I didn't know
The Lord....
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And that was the
Missing Link
GF
I resided there once
I returned to find it derelict
Looks like a horror scene
Spiders spun webs
Doors locks blown off
Leaves placed as if arranged evilly
When I was there
I remember it serene
Well cared for secure place to live
Warm and tranquil
What have you done to the place
hair-trigger
immediate
quick tempered
reactions to continuing
emotional disturbances
created an ongoing atmosphere
were the inhabits found themselves
easily angered over the slightest little thing
which caused a disruption within the lives
of the individuals who resided within
There once was a girl named Theresa.
She looked like the Mona Lisa.
She didn't fight it.
Because she resided
In the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
There was a girl named Theresa.
She thought she had amnesia.
She couldn't remember
Why she was so limber.
She had taken too much anesthesia.
As long as I’m alive and around and beyond it’ll be informed, spoken in truth, repeated, resided
Endowed rested and believed, really always, always really shall I
I shall
Always
Yes
Always be praying
Praying for you
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
5/21/22
I've lived in nowhere
felt it's edges
resided in it's blissful emptiness
marveled at the complete beauty
of what it's like to be invisible
I used to skip rocks in a lonely pond
just to watch the water ripple
and when the water finally stood still again,
I had mixed emotions
because nowhere was home.
Sporadic
By Nathan Hannen
In a place in time there were sporadic thoughts, An incorporation of psychedelic
colors
Deep within this majestically powerful place, A thought resided, Oblivion weathered
its membrane
Looking into the magnificent core, It focused on me, Only mortal I caught its stare
The End.
Form:
I am searching for a dream,
in which you are not there.
but, I have not found such one,
Since I saw you, you resided there in my each and every dream.
now I don't want to come back in this chaos of people.
... let me live in your dreams,
let me live infatuated...........
waiting for tonight,
waiting for your dream.......
Form:
The cold cry
Of a lost child
Seeking love
Found in his mother
He whom is unable to translate
As an adult
Unrealized that he to must provide
For in her womb was not where he resided
Mistaken for the vagina in which he slid in and out of
Assuming it was the same
He felt entitled
Never giving his Love
Remaining unclaimed
borderline
laying somewhere
in between this
present realm
and that of the past
realm of reality
that the old version
of the self once resided
inside
as the future version of the
self sets overhead waiting
to see just were they will
end up in the end
stuck in limbo waiting to
be told which direction
to roam
Holy Spirit
O Holy Spirit
ever resided inside me
may the breath of God
sweet so sweetness sweet
ever resided inside me
and may God’s spirit
flow within reach out
and just encase and embrace
all eternity
11/27/19
Holy Spirit Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
HAIKU VERSE
There are scars on her wrists from the escape attempts....
There are scars on her heart from her pain...
That sparkle that once resided behind her eyes,
hides in her fictitious shame...
She incessantly talks when she's high...
She sleeps all day when she's low...
She tells me to come home soon,
and then she screams at me to just go...
I HUNG THESE CURTAINS,
I LIVED HERE ONCE,
I'M CERTAIN,
THE FLOORS WERE WAXED,
THE DISHES SHINED,
I RESIDED HERE,
HAPPILY,
FOR QUITE SOME TIME.
MY SOUL SLEEPS UNDER THE WINDOW'S PANE,
THE SINK CALLING ME,
AT SUPPER TIME,
I STILL SMELL THE ROSES,
I PLANTED OUTSIDE,
LORD,
JUST PLEASE,
LET IT RAIN,
JUST NOT INSIDE.
It was the thing I could not see,
Which till late I never knew--
For the truth resided distantly
And beyond my frail view.
But ah, the truth, both near and far,
I was ill-prepared to see--
That this refuge from a sinning star
Was never long to be.
How familiar are the worlds away,
As the floodlights softly fade--
The home where I will lastly stay...
The reason I was made!
The pain subsided
as I lifted the drink
space still resided
deeper I still sink
Need a love to take up space
to fill that empty hole
a need to leave this place
to empty my poor soul
Waiting for some sun
to chase my rain
for that I am not the one
only I am to blame
A long game of chess
my life seems to be
lost all my pieces and caused a mess
as you can definately see
Form:
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." ~Rumi
Entangled eons collided
Where familiar hearts resided
The day our eyes engaged.
And a quickening abided:
I'd loved you long unsighted--
Like coming home assuaged.
~by deborah burch©
4/28/2012
*Rime Couee
Title: "Like Coming Home"
With the precision of
a tart lemon, in the mouth,
the incision of truth resided
just between north and south with
the suns light trimmed, dimmed and
gone.
Hence, the darkness wrapped us
in the blanket of night
-pierced only by the
hope of distant starlight
-guiding us now faintly forward.
Do we have a future, you and I?
This I queried to the lord.
He answered such that we might try.
His wonderful wizardly was well-known in the glen
Xavier, was more talented than most of his kin
His enchantments could weasel under your skin
Making you fat, angry, happy, or sometimes too thin
Xavier resided at the beastly bordello, Cats Eye Inn
The scrumptiously tasty food there should be a sin
He dated Marilda, who was an identical twin
Her spells were legendary, most of them a true win.
You slept with your eyes open.
I’d glance over in the
haze of midnight
hoping to catch you
watching me
like I watched you.
I was willing to
peel back the shadows,
tear down the thin façade
to let you see my battle scars,
or even simply just
kiss away your chaos.
Instead when I looked over,
I saw those white slits,
as if a ghost resided there
and I would fade back into
haunted dreams.
A month or two has passed since a poem formed
of any size, shape or form - not a thing!
Has poetry departed as swiftly
as it appeared, taking some joy with it?
Dear sweet muse, whisper words into my ear
fill the void in my breast where imagery
once resided and language flowed with ease
- assist expression of all that's within...
Canada
for Deborah Guzzi's contest
Some time ago I met a man
That lived in an ancient land
He resided in a castle.
Away from everyone,
That could turn his heart into stone.
Some say he was unsociable,
Others that he was lone.
Just because he lived all alone.
He had his heart broken so many times,
By those he loved the most.
But the truth is,
He was just a man,
protecting his heart,
from turning into stone.
-PF
Simeon the Syrian
born in 390
carried to extreme
self-denial and mortification.
For thirty seven years
he resided atop a six foot wide pillar
seeking redemption,
giving advice to peers,
and preaching the word.
From about ten feet high
to seventy feet,
new pillars stood closer to God.
His legacy carried on to 1900 AD
as new martyrs came forth
to continue his word.
*From Greek “Stylos” meaning Pillar
© Apr 10 2010
Six ticks enough for me
Sort shelter at the home for less
Broken dreams of hearts desires
Resided in the home of less
Mental strain an back pain
The price to enter the
Home of rest
Moaning an groaning a common theme
For those in the house of best
Tall stories an throaty laughs
Lift the spirit of those condemned
To the house of jest
But it doesn’t replace
The family home
Children an lifelong friends
God bless
The home
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