Short Sixth Poems
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Skin and bone let them go
Leaving our souls alone
Tell them sure to God
Not all of these mess
How the sixth they all missed
Remember, remember the sixth of December
And put your red boots out
Because that is the very special day
When St Nicholas is about
Form:
New year this
Twenty eighteen?
In a count it found no eight teens
From thirteen to eighteen sixteens
Then this year twenty sixth teen!
the most common sense
is the one abused by all
not too far behind
is sight hear touch smell and taste…
think Robot needs a recharge.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
In the distance a myriad of voices call,
Echoes of the past hidden in déjà vu,
The lateral thoughts unable to hear,
The visions beyond the walls of time,
As answers come in perception.
Form: Pentastich
Once fishes, swift and swimmy,
populated seas, so many,
while birds, ever fast and flighty,
ruled the sky in numbers mighty.
Ask man if a sixth extinction's funny,
he with machines, guns, and money.
You aren't uptight
writing about
SEX?
“Super”
You do
prefer the
SIXTH SENSE?
“Supernatural”
You make a
blessing out of your
GIFT?
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"
In sensing, hear as twere we
Danger, an angel.
As a muffled vibration
A wall does repel.
Whose form itself do these see!
Knowing looks, soul's own
Each to each give; in that flash
Called intuition.
As thins that veils' conception.
Two world's. And too shown!
Your beauty is transparent
Your voice serenades solace
Your spirit is the wind
Your oxygen keeps me breathing
Your skin is of honey
Your ruby red lips show off your cool-aid smile
Your solidity amazes me
Your curvaceous body intrigues my thoughts
Your eyes capture heaven
Your love defies logic
My sixty-seventh March 13
Hoarse, the lion roar is fading;
the lamb sneaks up again.
Hot, another birthright tallied;
the candles are so dense.
Black, the coated wicks will smolder;
they huddle upon cake.
come to me, whom I’ve remembered;
come to me for whom I’ve ached.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 2012
shamrocks
bow
in silence
— sorrow
cranberry
tears
pool together
a rolling stone
stops in London
at forty-sixth,
and heaven —
as the radio
waves,
stand still
Rest in peace, Dolores O'Riordan.
Published on Twitter @live_the_light Jan 15th 2018
Progressive penetrative phenomenon
Pertaining to particular peculiar powers of perception
Psychological prosaic persuasive predictions
Probing probable peripheral presentiment
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Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings
One stanza of four lines only
© 4th December 2017
A-pril twenty-sixth Wednesday,
N-ight shadows are gone;
N-ew morn has shown up, at the break of dawn.
T-wenty-sixth of April Wednesday
E-liminates the twilight;
J-oyful sunshine above
I-s setting things aright.
D-ark clouds turn white,
O-ne dusk fades into gray;
R-ise of the beacon begins, April twenty-sixth Wednesday.
Sudden stops
and small obstructions
Hinder progress for a bit,
But the vast store of alternatives
Make their presence known.
Unseen entities
also have been stationed within
Inspirational distances,
All their myriad forms
in their garments fine,
Find openings to seep through
into my contemporary
Sphere of knowledge.
Babe you have the beauty that matches with a few
You have the quality to remain ever new
Babe you have the smile that fascinates me
You have body-curves that make me sexy
Babe your two eyes attract me more and more
Your place is definitely my heart’s core
Babe your mindset is full of innocence
I am sure about it thanks to sixth sense
The Sixth Revealed
The Sixth revealed
I made a list of possibilities,
of love for me
I neglected a lost cause.
I tried to take the love from me
but there is none there,I came.
I have to find the love in you,
The first one has no name,
but acts like the wind so far away,
will you love me today.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
All know the five
What is the sixth?
The five are physical
The sixth is mental
Balance of the mind
Difference between
Good and evil
It’s a natural sense
Not to be taught
You can sense
When something is wrong
You can sense
When something is good
We even have a name for it
We call it Common Sense
I am just throwing this out there this is just guess lol
The Chinese flag boasts five stars.
The smaller ones represent the four classes of people.
They lie in the shadow of the larger communist one.
In our grandchildren's lifetime, a sixth star will be stitched into the mix.
It will be the dimmest star, by far, in the communist constellation.
Representing the people of every other nation.
I pray that I'm long gone before then.
He held my hands, I wanted pulling away
My heart beat is unstable, scared if I linger I wouldn't
want to let go.
Loneliness drove me into his arms, it wasn't my
intention from inception. He felt safe like a well with no
water, my emotions were as sky with no clouds, having
mind of its own,
as a child it wants to consume love, how can I avoid it
when it’s something inside me?
an endless sea of joy and peace on the horizon, so I weep
my nostrils whiff a bouquet of grace and glory, gracious scents
I hear the wonder in wonderful being written by the birds of morning
My mouth feels textures, trembles as cinnamon breaths courage
there is the briefest knowledge of light when I embrace a friend
The light of my soul is impressed by the sanctity of angel’s quiet glow
My God I thought Christ had just returned...I was in a dead sleep when one of the cats jumped up on this 300 button multi function electric Casio keyboard and caused it to play a church organ demo...trumpets and all...on volume level 14. As I was frantically searching for the on/off button my daughter Violet walked in all sleepy eyed and asked..Daddy, why are you playing the piano in your underwear again?
The sixth graders were the next to shop.
They were a small but mighty group.
They left more loudly than they arrived.
It was great to see them!
So many said thank you.
It was marvelous to be given the gift of their manners.
They are gone now; the auditorium is silent.
Feeling sad, wishing her seats were filled.
Aha! We hear children in the hallway
Heading this way.
I watch the auditorium light up
DOWN 1to the sixth power
December 5, 2016
Rabid dog
Rancid clog
Drain dry masochism
Deaf, dumb and blind.
Amorphic inhuman
Gyrating jaws
Pulsate through a foaming drool
Hair, hate and breath
Teeth and tongue.
Spastic fits
Agitated clits
Humorless and crass
Hail our goddess: the demon spawn.
Surrender to the witch
Reprise from the fraud.
Coming and going,
What was once here, is now dead and gone.
Miss Auchterlonie was my teacher
In the sixth grade and I was happy
I loved her figure and features
And she even dressed real snappy!
My love for her would not be denied
I'd impress her with my model cars
It would be cool if she would ride
On my bicycle handle bars!
But mine and more hearts were broken
When the bad news she gave us came
We were crushed by her words spoken,
"Mrs. Spencer is now my name!"
Before you lies a tiny crystal ball.
Pick it up; feel it smooth and hard along your palm.
Can it speak to you? Stare into its icy depth.
Perhaps if you gaze long enough, you will see your future
cascading like a beautiful waterfall of dreams . . . or
a tiny crystal ball perhaps is all you’ll ever see.
Based on picture #3
Written June 6, 2016 for THE BEST OF 6 Contest of nette onclaud