Short Retro Poems
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Signs
buildings
words in space-
fill his artists
book
Ed Ruscha (b 1937) famed for 're-inventing' the artists book
graffiti stares
and retro drips
beneath the
shoreditch sky
like those who watch
- between their sips
the world and
us go by.
Is knowing what's known
enough, or must you know it
beyond the pretense
to feelings and perception ~
with bright light glow in its shine
o temptation
ó glamor
enticement !
By God or
devil I beg;
proceed in peace
or Vade retro !!!
A rusty old retro vintage bubblegum drop machine
Positioned next to me as I am seeing above me
Spherical lightbulbs and strobelights of flashing rainbow colours.
HARD JUDGMENTS CALLS
everything pure at heart
retro brand new start
can we all be a part
in judgments hard as rocks
05/16/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
There once was a young boy named Gideon
He lived on the dateline meridian
He flew east each night
To get yesterday right
We'll call him a retro-quotidian?
Retro
Last fall I took time watching a falling leaf,
Underneath it was something like my name
When I could clearly see,it became another name
I took the leaf and head back home in disbelief
The fifties brought on dazzling star Lucille
Zany and bubbly she was ideal
O like no other sitcom
Pure entertainment for Mom
Laughing at each week's new crazy ordeal
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Originally posted on February 1, 2019
CONTEMPORISTA koons tombley
imagination
personified
in
One
to One
left - field
e g o
extravaganzas
retro
random
improvisations
realised
ambivalent
tensed dialectical
diatribes
defying
descriptive
critique
When I was a child
I like to go outside of the house
Because staying at home is boring
Growing up, I like to go back home
Because life outside is boring.
If I could go back the past
Once in my life
I would like to have
An innocent childhood life
Back then.
.
in retro
'spect
no
mine would have
wait'd
not me
or i
*ménage à trois...
^ ^
PS allowz not "special
characters" in title
Rivers rinse rocky riches
Rockets race revolutionary reaches
Rudeness rusts royal rewards
Righteousness reflects real ranks
Radios recreate retro refreshments
Relaxations restart revolting ranges
Roadways route routine regulations
Rational rage renders realisations
Restaurants reap ripe reviews
Readers remember robust resources.
The road ahead seemed so bright,
then i woke up the sun upsurged over the horizon,
My feet excited and tingling to run outside the fields ,
The air unblemished the morning is fresh and full of life,
The birds dance retro with hope and bliss in there smiles.
Life is misty full of intent , my mind contemplates as the morning recommence.
A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.
The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression.
Visions of Usher,
Seven rooms with which flesh dwells
As reddened as a
Retro rocket ship.
Party to end all parting,
Macabre essence
Is all prevailing.
The mayhem of ring-a-rose
Maddened stares. I sit
Alone in green sin
When Death travels amongst us,
All that can be done
Is find the culprit
And grovel to the void face
Of my own doing.
Cry ‘en out
runty Court, corny core
country coon unroot.
Ornery, yet not
your crony too.
Uncute nut
one rut —or
cooter coroner.
Neo coy
Cure concert tune crooner.
Once retro eye toy,
no contour nor couture.
Enter unto none
true outer nurture.
Run or not—
yet outrun no one.
August 8, 2019
Anagrammatic Poem
“I’m not old – I’m retro”
Says the sign that looks antique.
I bought it ‘cause I liked
Its sassy message, tongue-in-cheek.
But really, who embraces old
Or elderly or aged?
Why, even senior can be wrong
When someone’s years are gauged.
So I will stick with retro
‘Cause it sounds so cool and hip.
Come join my Retro club –
It’s an exclusive membership!
A museum exhibit
Showed 200 years
Of clothing for women
In varied careers.
It also had items
To wear in the home –
The aprons and housecoats
Not oft in a poem.
The garters and girdles
Made us reminisce
About underwear parts
Not one woman would miss.
Certain styles have evolved
While some retro ones last,
But I’m happy some things
Have remained in the past.
July evening sun was setting, red and yellow,
Upon the beautiful skies, like the sun's echo!
Goldfinch was singing, in a sweet rapid tempo,
As red carnations bloomed, like a day in retro.
The skies were wine, when moon began to shine,
And purple finch sang, a song to his valentine,
In the evening's calm, in fragrant lilac times,
A world turned surreal, with rumors of divine.
Box up my gift to the world,
release the fun and frolic;
The inner child who is lost,
set her free to open up;
Let the ribbon fall apart,
unleashing silken flowers;
Watch as the colors blossom;
Threads dissipate to poems,
a lexicon avant garde;
Delicate words join and soar
changing culture’s migration;
Retro reminder of joy,
the power of innocence;
Box up my gift to the world.
His infant's recurring childhood dreams...
Nightmares while running through the streets
Pitch black her sky; these fields their scenes ?
Half a century passed still turning pages to his haunting's
Truth foreboding it's images ? Silhouetted, of silent screams
Standing at life's window, Prophetic, and a baby's tears crying..
In retro these revelations but no one could hear ? Gazing into this glass.
Form:
Friendly and witty, at least in my mind.
Rock and classical, my music combined.
Artistic and creative, when I want to be.
No longer dependant, happy to be free.
Casual and retro, my chosen form of dress.
Insecure at times, not fond of stress.
Need personal space, probably too much.
Enjoys being single, but misses someone's touch.
For "Forms of Poetry 101" contest.
Form is "Name"
Francine Roberts
Iniquities vertical archways
Traversing twilights retro
Drafted abysmal shadows
Aneath the roses bush...
Coloured acrylic murals
Acidics transcending
Medievils vague ambulant
Abstract mystique ?
Embellished cerium
Charcoals as that of gothics
In vitro; masque'd
Achromatic architectural
Envisioned designs...
Gomorrah's holistic
Gargoyles; a black plagues
Overture amid, Nefarious
Nepenthes, garden of her eden.
Iniquities vertical archways
Traversing twilights retro
Drafted abysmal shadows
Aneath the roses bush...
Coloured acrylic murals
Acidics transcending
Medievils vague ambulant
Abstract mystique ?
Embellished cerium
Charcoals as that of gothics
In vitro; masque'd
Achromatic architectural
Envisioned designs...
Gomorrah's holistic
Gargoyles; a black plagues
Overture amid, Nefarious
Nepenthes, garden of her eden.
Form: