Short Runs Poems
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rain less morning sun
a peen, charming hamster runs
under the lilies
9/2/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
R-ise
U-p
T-o
A-chieve
M-oment
O-f
H-appiness
A-nd
P-leasure
A-s
T-ime
R-uns
A-new
Topic: Poetess (Ruta Mohapatra)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
a standing mountain
to reach there one goes faster
it seems runs away
I could never argue that it all failed.
Finding where we fell.
Seeing the bottom of this pit,
Knowing
With what we have left
It's the last drop of water in the well.
Hope in wish burst chimney
Clear the guilt fit its judgement
In peace of joy its own spicies
May be found souls in others
If such a episode- live like us
a maniac runs
a mad hound let from a leash
to the river god
haiku dharma maniac runs copyright (c) rajat kanti chakrabarty 21 november 2014
When the wind runs it in the evening.
I miss your agony.
The desire to meet you shows me
your dreams in the heart.
When the wind runs it in the evening.
I miss your agony.
Form:
He sang-‘You’re like a red, red rose
With you dear, my life ever glows’
She sang- ‘But you’re a thorn
Your presence, I greatly mourn’
Now both sang- ‘So we shall end our woes’
Night a gift
where memories sleep
dreams unwrap
and words release
Blankness woven
connection spun
a poem born
— as darkness runs
(Villanova, Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
destiny
STREAM ‘RUNS’ DEEP! © TANKA
Mud-bottomed fields lie with rot
A stray stream runs deep
Run-offs from flooded low-land spills
Dumps soil from afar off places!
Didee
Spotted horse runs fast
His legs think he is the wind
Spots of rain chase him.
(January 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
The night a gift
though minus sleep
With dreams adrift
and words to keep
Blankness woven
connection spun
A poem born
—dark on the run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
All my life,
Love was lost,
'Cause of my daddy,
Oh what the cost.
He must suffer,
Over what he has done.
Little do I know,
If I'll be one.
Surely don't want to,
Maybe I won't be, hopefully.
Take your sins to the basin;
Take them to the sink of Christ;
So He'll wash them away;
So your sins run down the drain;
9/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
M-onths
A-nd
Y-ears
A-re
N-aturally
N-urturing
D-ays'
E-very
L-eaf
A-s
C-lock
R-uns
U-nder
Z-enith
Topic: Birthday of May Ann Dela Cruz (January 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Generations have come and gone
Knowledge and wisdom as treasures passed down
Sacred rites and rituals immortalized
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
skies blood runs bright red
heart is filled with emotion
moon seeks to heal her
(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
My son runs like a deer;
Not the skittering evasiveness
Of a doe in danger;
Nor frantic frightened flight.
He runs like an alpha,
Prancing in perfect posture pride;
Like the ballet dancer he once was.
The sizzle, the hum
a sparkle then done
torched and tormented
love starts to run
Cut cords —
umbilicus lies
unintended
never truly mended
Scars grieve
still ~ bloodied
hearts leave
If we let them in,
serendipity drops
If we keep them out,
our heritage stops
With open arms,
to deal from the heart
Or dreams are crushed,
—and cast in the dark
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
you looked left
as I turned right
it lasted much longer
than just one night
we were up and down
my mind spins round
was I way too much
or maybe not enough
either way you make a mistake
fate runs late, fate runs late
I write from a place
that’s old, endowed
With brass left tarnished
and cobwebs spun
All time unsheltered,
where thoughts conceive
The truth reborn,
—and spirit runs
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
small brown squirrel runs
across the streets dodging cars
jumps over the curb
unto the tree tops
wiggling tails up and around
up and down climbing
1/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
All powerful lemonade
Turned Bill into a renegade
Warlock instantly chastised
Interest in him on the rise
Lone wolf now, will run with pack
Mom wanted her baby back.
Hear that howling in the hill?
Bill runs loose and always will
My pork chop ran off with a leg of lamb
Had a car accident and I mean - BAM!
The first one on the scene was my sweet old gram.
Luckily she had her video cam.
Filmed the lovers running on the lam.
We laugh at that tape whenever we can!