Short Second Hand Poems
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broken timepieces
resist second-hand offers
to exact minutes
from hostile hours, confused by
conflicts in digital mode
High as a child
On second-hand helium,
All for the sake of
Her cervical epithelium.
* All in fun, folks! *
Scratched, though a perfect match
To the scuffed, cabinet at home
Cost only thirty nine dollars
Well worth that price, to help organize our chaos.
why be here's the key
set yourself free
make a start
and work hard
no matter what you do
be the best
you won't regret
set your self a plan
make it stand
SECOND HAND
past breaking point wound up to the limit ~ the hour hand passed a minute
said the second hand to the pendulum ~ who snapped, it’s spring time innit
By
David Kavanagh
second hand
petty
misunderstandings
passed down
through
misconceptions
that had
been
learned
through
sublimation
tough by
messages
flashed upon
the screen
I watch the second hand on the clock.
Every tick and every tock is my life lessoning.
Amazed at how you can truly watch yourself die.
by every tick and every tock.
tick,tock,tick,tock,tick,tock.
Form:
pain
anguish
frustration
praying to die
dreaded lung cancer
she’s completely worn out
a second hand smoke victim
she finally took too many pills
and fell into a forever sleep
even I did not understand her pain
Feed children lollipops and rainbows
which one day morph into news-reel prose
Think they don’t notice
the prior focus was doting and bogus
a pre-text ~ second-hand clothes
Simple happiness on a weekend:
A simple family bonding
Eat together, going to the park
Children feeding the fish
A little window shopping
Buying second hand books
Children playing at the arcade
Meeting family friends.
You sing the songs they have sung
You wear the suits they have worn
You follow the signs they have changed
You cheer the victories they have won
You love the lovers they have damped
You drown where they now float
Form:
Reading books, watching films,
an endless fascination,
creating anticipation,
with wildfires of imagination.
Judging books, that never works,
with second-hand information,
or based on expectations,
from someone's film adaptation.
In the indecision--
the sidewalk's cracked masses,
always greener the upside,
screaming horns and Styrofoam cup lipstick stains--
the Second Hand grows sluggishly Dopesick;
Tick tock Time vomits itself to a hault
and the environment produces
Me.
My passion is to find obscure places,
shops down alleys with old traces;
artisan, bookstore or second hand,
I can spend hours exploring . . .
For me this is calming and never boring,
and lovely when I find a "thing" grand.
unbroken chains hold my steer
over bruised knees bled dry
off my second hand adventure
throughout scarred elbows
unbroken chains hold my steer
no.6—Bike
Thabang Jan Ngoma
08-06-2015
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: A PRIZED REFRAIN
With each tick of the second hand
the immeasurable on trial
Imagination deposed
all parameters set free
The Poets acquitted
the logicians suicidal
All reference and syntax
—imploding at light speed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Are you aware of a website called “Pantie Waste”
Yup! We can buy second-hand panties, not very chaste
Is this an internet stunt
Nope, a personal affront
Unbelievably disgusting, I rule this one off-base
(Check it out.... it's for real!
Pourquoi?
Much have been left unsaid.
Why can men be the most
miserable
ignorant
unattractive
creatures to live?
To seek approval, and
feed themselves money.
Brain crammed and jammed and packed
inside a hollow slot.
How [...] live(s) in a second-hand framework.
[...]self.
I witnessed a crime.
The
suspect was a
young girl
Be On The Lookout-
-She wore a rasberry beret
the sort of thing you find in a second hand store
-She was a brown eyed girl with a wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
I swear to god she had kaleidescope eyes.
Form:
I wont wait!
It's always Faster, harder,faster,harder
Life treats us like a second hand car, come Boxer.
It's always sorry next time,sorry next time
Your lying and your gone.
I wont wait always, Yes i will! No i wont!
Make up your mind, I cant cry forever!
Makeshift art
patches of cloth
second-hand music
on textbook drums
Cuisine foraged
from lawns untended
literature culled
torn pages blended
Creative genius
knows no bounds
objects of derision
make beautiful sounds
From Trump This Do Demand
To know from Trump this do demand
Why treat Rose like she is second hand
Food tastes bland touching long tongue
And takes advantage of heroes unsung
For sexist things computer have scanned.
Amazing what you find out about Trump
in his Trumpapedia.
Jim Horn
That perfect moment
The time when all was right
You wish would last
No need to go back or move on
But time does move on
With the sweeping second hand
It moves on
Don’t despair for sometimes
Time will hunt you down
Remember the moment
It will last forever in your soul.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Toxic haze curling thickly
In your lungs, my name
Exhaled, dripping in smoke.
An escape of breath, another drag.
Your lips on mine, regret,
The flavor of the night.
Smokey and bitter
And filling my lungs.
On the verge of emotion,
You pull away, eyes glazed,
My soul following, vaporous,
Thin and second hand.
Past dweller healed by time
Second hand ticked, curse expunged
A fellow, awaits on twelve
As arrived, nightmare has fallen
“Only through time, time is conquered”
-T. S. Eliot-
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