Short Rundown Poems

Shh!  He is giving a rundown of today’s news.
I am stunned.
How could today’s news
Get
Any
More
Run
Down?...

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There's nothing to do on lockdown
Can't even go outside to see the sun
Staring at the walls
Waiting on the government call
Hoping that our town doesn't get rundown...

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His glass-stained eyes saw things he knew
That framed a past when years withdrew
From indiscretions of a town---
Mirrored in youth’s flashes, rundown
By secrets kept in a house where he loved and grew.


Contest for Reflections of A Florette
31 Aug 2014
Jajosh Ongado...

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“In a rundown, the runner is in a pickle that could become a rhubarb.” ~ by poet

Rundown.
He's trapped between
bases being pursued
by the fielders who glibly smile
because they know they have the advantage,
to perhaps overtake and tag
the beleaguered runner,
to foil the run.
Rundown.
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I will turn back the pages of my life
back to when we lived in a row house
one of many-  though mom made ours pretty
with lace curtains and flower window boxes
I loved it there
but we moved away after Susan died 
that was my big sister
I went back not long ago to see our old home
the area is now a slum
with rundown, boarded up homes
I wish that I had just kept my memory
and never gone back...

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SHOWDOWN

Blowdown breakdown tire no longer inflated
Sooner than later showdown shutdown
Clampdown lowdown holddown the hoedown
Run down  the crackdown and go
Spashdown at sundown shutdown  slowdown, oh
Everyone slow down climdown the rundown
Slowdown  the run down out dated
Meltdown shedom found show up get down
Fixed tires all round the showdown 

For Contest: RHYME BATTLE X SHOWDOWN
Sponsored by: JULI MICHELLE
©2018...

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What kind of Christmas trees do you have in Bunnyville? 
I asked, wondering, for I was not a native or anything.
celery and radish trees, but most prefer carrot, said Phil.
And if a fox or an owl comes, the trees begin to ring.

To warn you that they are stealing your food? I asked.
Not that as much as to let us know we might be eaten too. 
By an owl or a fox? Yes, and they might be raccoons, masked.
She gave me a rundown of the town and a lollipop too,...

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As you live in a fairy tale
I fight for your name
In the dark world of immorality
You are an unwanted light shimmering in
Between the cracks 
Of the boards
On the windows
In the rundown shack we call society
Do you not realize what they think of you?
Your magnificence disturbs the comfortable darkness of the room
You realize what you are
Too good for this world
Too good to admit this
So sleep in your fairytale
I’ll fight for your light
Throughout the night...

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