Short Revisited Poems
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Facing hard truths
about my failed beginnings
dead-end relationships
deep thoughts
so dark that
I wish they would stay buried
Inconsiderate
Hearts will lack in elation
Throwing the first stone
Pain revisited
The quiet desperation
Soothes my aching bones
Revisit the streets of Wasilla
you'll notice the usual flotilla
of Palins-to-go
who'll put on their show
produced by the Lady Attila.
I have grown old and slow and soft,
and my herd has all run oft,
but I still have my trusty friend the snail...
on the Colorado Trail.
Trick or treat, sugar's sweet...
don't forget to brush your teeth!
If you don't, you'll soon care...
when the dentist pokes in there!
How delusional was i
Got the order and the title wrong
Didn't i
Wanted Paradise revisited
But what i got instead
Was Paradise lost
I prefer inexplicable to unexplainable
alienated to lonely
groove to style
grin to smile
gargantuan to simply super...
But then, I cuss like a sailor, so deal.
Gray Beard
Gray beard, wrinkled hands.
Your work is not the etcher.
Time too soon past is.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008. Revisited 11-13-09
What is this thing called love
Or what is this thing called, love
Once again a comma
Adds spice to the saga
Remember your commas, all else above
Whirrrrrrrr went the wwwwwwindmills
as the sworrrrrrrrds sliced the airrrrrrrrrr
Climate change grrrrrrrrrrroaned
as the trrrrrrrrruth was laid barrrrrrrrre
Having less
suffering more
Doors were slamming
wolf at the door
Arriving first
finishing last
Spiraling downward
— perdition recast
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Young Frankenstein was a straight A student,
but, he did some things maybe he shouldn't -
like that time in the lab
when he took a strange stab
at an experiment, most imprudent.
The truth
It seems
Only resides
In the mind
Of the one
Who believes
So
Nothing really matters
Beyond
What one
Believes
And
It varies
Considerably
Believe it
Or not.
Georgy Porgy, far from shy,
Kissed the girls, I don’t know why.
Such a thing, for me and you,
Seems a funny thing to do.
And Nurseryland was in a whirl,
For Georgy Porgy was a girl
For those left behind
feeling the pace,
urban sprawl
remnants of the human race.
Revisited, looking in
cosmetic world
the haze removed
the urban battlefield.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
i remember my grand-mother
when she sang in the choir
at her baby sister's funeral
it wasn't till decades later
that i began to fathom
the depths of her grief
AP: 3rd place 2022
Intangible longing
Of a fullish heart
For things past
That have been lost
To the sands of time
Never to be reborn
Never to be revisited
Gone
Dead
Past away
Never to be resurrected
C-oming
H-ome
A-gain
R-eally
L-ets
E-mpty
N-ook
E-xperience
P-ure
A-nd
S-olid
C-heerfulness,
A-s
S-orrow
I-s
O-ver
©bfa051725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Charlene Pascasio)
A Great Group
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Jim Horn
counting the garden
stop, there is but one and done
including the Earth
Authors Note: The author confesses; he was never good at math and never made it past the number one in his ability to count.
It's Benny Hill here entertaining you all
With antics so silly, hilarious with falls
Irreverent without doubt
Scantily clad ladies throughout
Proud to be associated with this hilarious guffaw
I dreamed again of your demise,
Saw you laying there before my eyes;
I relived my grief and asked God,
Is there to be no relief from the memory
Of your pain...
Must it haunt me over and over again.
Cynthia
He grasps for power with crooked hands,
Ringed by angry foreign lands
Telling the lies, there he stands
The shameless memories make skin crawl
He watches from his tower tall
And like a thunderbolt will fall.
I just waved
At the fleeting
Unenglish speaking
Dominican people
Unknowingly they
Went about their day
And in kind
I went about mine
But, still
I waved hello
And smiled within
As I wished them even more goodbyes
Little Jack Horner
was put in the corner
for eating her curds and whey
what else was little miss Muffet to do
as he had stolen the bowl so she pulled it away
and said, 'What a bad boy are you!'