Short Running(A) Poems
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In our psychi
Gallipoli
Phar Lap
Don Bradman
our Ned
lead a Melbourne cup field
of heroes
running a lap of honour
at the MCG.
Are really running a great race;
Trying to challenge your pace,
Can't wait;
Poem initiate,
With all of my style and grace.
Jim Horn
My love
Was like
Running a race
But on a treadmill
I will always keep running
Keep loving
Even though
I will never
Reach my destination
Form:
dead of winter with zombies
running a muck dead of winter
with vampires hovering above
peoples beds dead of winter
is a time for the dead to pop
out of their graves and celebrate
the dead of winter once in awhile.
I don't mind watching the days go by,
I don't mind seeing them end,
I don't mind running a million miles,
and you know I'd run a million miles to see you,
To feel you,
To breathe you,
To free you.
Form:
…Money…in a voice that rustled.
No sir, I do not have any money.
How about getting a job?
…Change…in a voice that creaked.
Sorry sir, I don’t make the rules.
How about running a campaign?
…Help…in a voice that trailed.
Sir, how do I do that?
Forget all you’ve heard about horsepower
Hamsters can take you six miles per hour
Running a wheel neath the hood
No oil needed, all is good
These critters can snooze during rush hour
An entry for the Eco-Friendly Vehicles contest
Great men and small men,
what does it matter?
We all fry in the very same batter.
Moral ambiguity
is not a hot flame
but if we don't
pay attention
it cooks just the same.
Running a country,
living a life,
Lao Tzu said,
"Keep it simple!",
avoid all strife.
“Told ya so” said my intuition... should have listened I agree
Won't make that mistake again, one day it'll be the death of me
Maybe running a red light
That car from the right
And the Pearly Gates come into view, oh-oh, pooped my dungarees
Sentenced to jail for running a multi-million dollar donation fraud
Rabbi Yisroel Goldstein, feigning piety, abused congregants' trust in God
I'll rely on Mark Twain, whose wise words I now choose
As he pithily said, "Never judge Judaism by the Jews."
This cruise control is not so smooth
Get behind the wheel and guide me
And if you cross the double line
We’re sure to die
In the right most lane
The traffic lights refuse to bear
The sign that says go
Oh no
We’re running a red light
We’re breaking the law
Form:
Life is so much to yourself
Like running a race to a crowd
If you can't win, help others to win
Even if it means slowing down
Or changing your own race
Perhaps we can change our heart
Perhaps someone else's hearts too
A candle loses nothing
If another candles is lights up
From its flame.
A political pundit with power
stuffed dollars in his purse by the hour.
When called to court,
he said “Why not, sport?”
My daughter’s in real need of a dower.
And, while running a nasty ad game
He cried out “Why I’m not to blame!”
He did it too,
So *crew to you!
And he rose up on a tide of acclaim?
can you hear me when I cry
is it a sound to low to hear
troubled eyes
hypnotized
woven from parts unknown
darkened days
running a rats maze
sinking like a stone
the reflection I see
isn't a reflection of me
around and around I go
caught in the shadows of yesterday
can you hear me when I cry
"Working very hard to become very rich is not my style",
he mourns deep inside his soul. Suicide is his resolve, for when one dies,
there is no working; toiling in the Sun and rain. Running a home, firm, and his own personal life has been a burden to him.
"Death is my liberty!" he jubilates, as he jumps off a cliff.....
I agreed to a hot blind date
In search of my soul mate
We arranged to meet at eight…
but I was running a little late.
I arrived in quite a state
He was waiting and quite irate
His good looks I did not rate -
He was hairy and so over weight
Gee he looked like a primate
I wished that I could emigrate!
10-10-17
Love at first sight,
How to explain,
The glimmer in your eye,
The shine on your face,
The heart but leaps,
Like it’s running a race,
The electricity,
Jumps thought we are yards away,
So carefully we react,
To see if it’s true,
That feeling,
Was just between me and you,
From across the crowded room,
There you stand,
Destine for me to be your man.
11/26/08
Form:
Monday, toiling hard earning a poor man's pay.
Tuesday, doing my share running a lousy factory.
Wednesday, coping with an ass-boss the whole day.
Thursday, taking home a paycheck just worth a penny.
Friday, drowning my sorrows with strangers as company.
Saturday, no time for wifey, a bad hangover flattening me.
Sunday, yet a good boy at heart down on my knees to pray!
What can you do?
when things can't be done,
your running a race that's
already won.
The ace in the hand
hanging loose,
the look in the eye
when known,
you just hold a duce.
What can you do
when things can't be done,
pick up your cards,
cut and run?
What would you do
to heal this pain,
is love always going to be,
for gambler,for the thrill,
or the game?
I looked out the window
And saw brains with little feet
Wandering through the streets
Some were climbing, others reading
Some questioning other minds
Some brains seem to be running a mile a minute
Searching for new answers
New ways to figure out things
And as the day ended
They jumped back into their windows
Back into their owners heads
To rest for another day of wandering
I'm not crazy,
I'm broken.
Busting knee caps in my imagination, blasting reality away from me, houdoukin.
Bossin', dark horse.
Eating- a bit more.
Running, a chore.
That's a lot, galore.
But no really,
I'm a jerk.
Touchy, feely,
Eh, that's work.
And I'd love to finish,
But it seems I'm a bit childish,
Though I'll leave you with this.
I've yet to lock, load, and miss.
A Game of Life
Life, for anyone, is very complex game
The way you play it, give it the name
While running a marathon
Don’t take others head on
If it’s race of dash, however
It’s over in a flash from nowhere
It it’s a boxing bout
You look for rival’s rout
If it a game of chess
You only direct the pieces
15 September, 2019
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Ironic Zink.
Strike absent sin
Upon the grave
The mind trapped within
The coffin of brave
You say you’re so self aware
Make sure we know
You say you don’t care
But we know
Running a lie
Until the end of your days
Selling soul ‘til you die
You still think you will stay
Hiding away
In you
Behind eyes you pray
You won’t lose
Losing yourself
Dancing in dust
Living in wealth
Living in rust
Form:
I was dead.
I was dead after hearing how little I meant to the person
I daydreamed about.
I was numb.
I couldn't feel anything after realising she didn't tried to
call me even once while I couldn't stop crying about her.
I was stuck.
I was stuck after seeing that he was running a marathon
while I was struggling to walk
I will rise
I will rise cause now I've already been through the worst part.