Short Smallish Poems

She pooh-poohed his smallish gift.
He looked glum and she looked miffed.
	No diamond in sight,
	She did not delight.
Her love for him was set adrift....

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I’m salt,
ionic,
on tables laid iconic,
abrasive, bitter,
savoury and,
consecratory:
Tridentined mandatory:
a quarter
of the blessings
from the sky.
And without me
in smallish lots,
you die....

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caged and boxed
smacked into a smallish space
Confined
I am a lion
roaring loudly and clearly
In mindfulness
Praising family
for their non-interest
caged and boxed
Living full me-ness...

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I hear behind me
the fleeting  sounds 
of a large green alligator 
slithering through the weeds

it snaps at my butt
and takes a smallish  chunk of me 
setting me free
to ponder 

behind a tree
how lucky 
one can be 
to be set free....

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Yesterday
the wind blew open
a crack in the air

A smallish space
   so t'wd seem
squeezed just between 
the here and there.
 
‘Tis said 
   a good deed 
   an' a heartfelt prayer
can let one briefly stare
   into that space
where eyes may see
   yet 
not quite be.
...

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The horses are a galloping today
Their hooves clacking against the cobblestones.
They clomp right by in a most lovely way.
Woman in carriage giving tiny moans.
Cancer prevails in her smallish bones.
Eighteen sixty-two.  Disease has no name.
Big C makes it impossible to hide.
This poor woman will never be the same....

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Injured by an ice cube
'Tis hard to comprehend,
removal from it's tray
a spike of ice extends.

This dagger like stalagmite
did pierce my very skin,
a chilling site, believe me,
and much to my chagrin!

Some blood did run, yet briefly,
a smallish wound you see,
same ice that did the spearing
I used for healing me!...

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Gibberash spontainly rushed
From other poet’s pens regushed,
Cannot contain the jovial 
That Joycean phrases frame so well.

Ditberner is the Guzzi dare,
Dare I to say I doubly care?
Constracted I to JJ.’s soul,
I half a line to make it whole.

I fear my brain will adlelate
My mind doth too soon arbitrate.
Read this I beg in smallish doses
Ere Poetry Soup gives in and closes....

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whatcha thinkin ’bout


nothing really.
it is true.
at an age when
the mind is on 
permanent vacation,
I float on a bed of soft 
feeling, selected memories.
occasionally a thought
creeps in disguised as a
smallish notion then bursts
into a real head-banger of
an idea stamped, to the one 
who used to live here.
Like throwing a bone 
to a toothless dog to be
slobbered over then
discarded for a nap in the sun....

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Attitude 
Tom Wright
11-10-2016

Discouraging words are uttered every day,
And the most hurtful I hear is “I don’t care.”
Dudes get uptight when not getting their way,
That is more lamebrain than a barrel of hair.

Not caring about things is a bad place to live,
And from our vocabularies we should abolish.
Thinking only of one’s self with nothing to give,
Exposes us as being thoughtless and smallish;
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In waste places beside the road
Coltsfoot grows in fertile till.
A smallish flower no higher than a toad
Its habitat seems to fit the bill.

Not expecting a flower in this land
Odd brown scales clasp its stalk.
Skunk cabbage neighbors in its sand
And makes a "feller" stop and gawk..

Leaves not unlike the hoof of a colt
Hence the name, Colts-foot, you know.
The first flower in spring to bolt
And a weed that escapes my hoe.

By any name, it's still a weed.



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