Short Shaper Poems
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William in Drag
Shakespeare
Makes *****
An Alter Boy’s Job
Handles
Candles
Fancy Nude Dancer
Jangles
Spangles
English Only Creed
Banish
Spanish
Origami Artist
Paper
Shaper
Dynamite
Whammo
Ammo
New Feminine Hygiene Product
Clamp-On
Tampon
the last words of farewell
were shaper than a knife
the last words of farewell
damaged more than a cannon fight
all my fears conquered that war
leaving me to drift on the sea
with no sign of shore
thus began the night,
never to come to an end
crying in veil
and my pain reached new heights
Plumper- of- pillows
Puller-tight-of-covers
Chin-tucker
She of the soft white hands
Whisperer
Sweet singer of lullabies
Sand-sprinkler
Keeper of the Xanadu Gardens
Shaper scenter-of-flowers
Now she goes on tiptoe
Leaving the door open just a crack
She's created a dream
Then let everyone dream it with her
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Stacey
time is running fast,coming
close
mother's ask would i have to
cry for another loss
our life's are not secured, we
slain ourselve with sword
forgetting our most powerful
weapon is words
if a war begins are we save or
just driving ourselves to the
grave
who is at loss?
when we know that our
words are shaper than our
swords.
Flat on her stomach Grannie rode
her adrenalin overflowed
she went in style
with a big smile
into the paddle battle she flowed
The heart of an ancient wahine
she called her personal genie
a goofy foot true
she already knew
she’d forgotten her bikini
Grannie won the right of way
a righteous spot they all say
her stick’s outline
her own design
shaper champion this day
Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.
The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.
The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;
belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.
The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.
The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.
Satish Verma
Form:
Pitiful pitter patter, snotty sorrow
On top of tattered parchment paper
Every poetic pause was a bright idea
That somehow turned into vapor
Rhyme and reason had disappeared too
Yearned for a makeshift poetry shaper
The next time I got an inkling of inspiration
Evaporation was no longer my condemnation
Actually I offered my muse a potent libation
Readily rectified that dry pen situation
Salty sobs are now tears of joyous jubilation
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