Short Slog Poems

Mythical beast capture
Sideways stalking 
Credible clock crunching 

Carnival loose 
Fully loaded trend caboose
All free mischief's 3

Catalogued in army slog
Making paper 
Like benedict wrote the pope...

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MORE evil

   than gods &

loathing smiles 

while wringing my

hands -- at two-lips

so beveled

  god the martini slog

~ so brutal taking life as 

it is and miles to go

before I am useless.

:: 06-22-2017 ::...

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I watched one-man shows
it was telling us all
I heard secrets hidden in the desolate
with the screaming ones came out
I met waves that beat the shore
the wind was pushing behind them
I  noticed the missing sides
that's therefore the hearts were so slog...

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I slog in the chasms of darkness and bask in the glory of light, 
I cherish every moment of learning and very humbly rebuff pride.
I consider Hope as my truest friend, and seek blessings from the divine,
For without Hope, there cannot be a pathway from darkness to light....

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Books are indeed work insatiably
For those who think hourly;
Hours are not fit in humorously
In the timeframe of honoree
Of books as they work icily
In the warm world’s ivory.
Books really slog matchlessly
For those who value immensely.
Hence friends! Value the ministry
Who control the Money’s mockery....

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Books are indeed work insatiably
For those who think hourly;
Hours are not fit in humorously
In the timeframe of honoree
Of books as they work icily
In the warm world’s ivory.
Books really slog matchlessly
For those who value immensely.
Hence friends! Value the ministry
Who control the Money’s mockery....

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Mind has many doors
At times it's an unknown peninsula
A labyrinth at closer look.
Move scum slovenly
Or else you'll lose yourself
Dreams,swarming feelings
Make a slough of despondency
A slog of sorrow
Marshy land
Squirm through closed doors
Of turbulent mind
Hearken, mind murmurs
And get lost with 
The way of the world....

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The first two months we tromp and plod
Or trudge or slog or shuffle
While bundled up, accompanied
By cough or sneeze or snuffle.

But now the calendar has turned
And so our pace increases.
Think Sousa and start moving with
Your ear turned towards his pieces.

In other words, drop all that starch:
Today begins the month of MARCH!...

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In a misty bog,
A'whimper,
A far-away dog.
Silhouetted was a couple, 
On a log 
Having a nog,
In the silken fog.
A baby hog,
Bustling thru bramble,
Like a blocked cog.
The millennial on a jog.
The dog,
The jogger,
The couple,
The hogger.
None were so deaf,
And none were so bereft,
To not hear the sweet, sickly slog
Of the fiddler and the frog....

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The Cost  of Failure

I try my best to do a thing,
    and when I fail to reach my target by a little bit,
          I am flogged in the street like a mangey mutt,
               by my love, so sweet?

Sometimes we all fall a little short,
     that does not mean the mission I abort,
          to my goal, I slog along,
               even though the treatment I receive is wrong....

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Through ghost town I walk alone,
Few buildings stand, most just gone,
Not even sand is swept in piles,
No other presence seen for miles;
I’m not talking some desert slog,
No, it’s about an abandoned blog,
A new poem hasn’t been added,
Message roll has not been padded,
No new photos, or even comment,
The silence deafens, like wet cement;
Where once was lively, visited often,
Sadness reigns, as memories soften....

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Existence

World is a drama stage,
which has a dwimmer screen,
that can trap you with a
net of desires.
Several stories, diverse roles,
pretending folks, everything is fake!
So why do you shed tears 
for these ungrateful peeps?
Love is a phantasm, 
which starts with a thirst 
and ends up in a despair!
Life turns out a desert,
if you are not alert.
Do you want to put an effort,
or slog fruitlessly and revert?...

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COPLA ONCE: This Bad Guy World

No such thing as the Perfect Being
Even if Bad Guys prey on Good Guys
Life still goes on

For Good Guys learn by suffering
The price they pay doesn’t turn to lies
When death bears down

Yet should the Bad Guys give it thought
They’d see they too need not have to slog
And in void cry

Ephemeral beings all come to nought
They flit through life spans agog
Not knowing why

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Age Isn’t Just A Number
By; Miracle Man
12-16-2022

I’ve never sought help to fill a hole I dug,
I’m eighty four now and no longer a pup.
Was never seen by others as being a thug,
But the creed I’ve lived by; never give up.

*“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight,
but it’s the size of the fight in the dog.”
Because I believed this I never took flight,
today the fight’s gone and I’m foot-slog.



* Mark Twain
...

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I told her I would walk her dog,
She had been ill, was in a fog.
So off we went on our little jog
When Fido spied a pesky frog.
Off at a sprint, over a log,
And the two of us landed in a bog.
Clothing's wet, it's all a-sog
Because of this here blasted dog.
Neighbours eyes are all agog
As back up the street the two of us slog.
So the next time she offers a cup of grog
I'll not be suckered into walking the dog.





for Dane Ann Smith Johnsen's "good Deeds" contest...

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Dizain Campaign…

a poem a day keeps doctor away
verse rhyme poetry dizain epilog
madness insanity dark gloom at bay
creativity lightness no more slog
worked once as a physician in the fog
of illness to heal so many a wound
rational knowing not always intuned
now an unemployed poet free lancing
content as a kite and narrative moon 
one stanza only finally dancing


01st September 2016

For contest Dizain IV
Sponsor Laura Loo
Syllables checked 10 x 10
howmanysyllable.com...

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Time is a sieve through 
which everything slips
what once mattered 
rendered meaningless
as our lifeblood drips 
onto the clay creating 
a muddy bog that in 
our well worn boots 
we wearily slog 
like tired Tommies 
in the trenches waiting 
with bated breath 
for the shrill sound 
of the officer's whistle
to pierce the fusty
fetid air and send us 
surging over the top in 
a futile foray where we
will meet our final fate
that in our wasted youth 
we failed to contemplate...

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