Short Snubbing Poems
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Let them be.
Spirit-free!
Nor crowd them round, angels snubbing
With worry.
Your issue.
But God's too!
One with the winds; their bliss, wing-beat.
Laughed out through.
Leprechaun Schleprechaun the jealous gnome Ned said.
They will be sorry about snubbing me when I am dead.
St. Patrick’s Day faerie’s emerald eyes rolled around in her head.
The leprechaun will always trump us both, so get over it Ned.
Grass Calls for
More and more
And I water and water.
The Obese: Expires
Hitherto, that grass
Spikingly Winds up by the"Plop, Plop"
Snubbing over the drops.
And Passes.
The Olive Grass
Gawking incessantly out at the flecked Rays
I witness them dance
They post me the murmuring messages
Of the Wind.
Duties abound
Pursued throughout
Golden years of
My life,
Concerned for all
Couldn't care less,
Solicitude is not
The reward,
Emotions betrayed
Snubbing now is
Not acceptable,
The realisation that
It's just me,
Free to live
My own way,
My own decisions
My life,
Nobody else
Would decide.
A winsome situation
Living to
Nobody's appeasement,
Frankly my dear,
I don't give
A damn !!
Her name is familiar, most
Everyone knows her, well, not the
REAL Her:
Because I can't prove what
I know to be true, she gets
Away with
Snubbing me in her contests
Many times I've thought about confronting her
About it, but why bother when
She’s not going to admit it or change? She'll
Keep doing it, her mask of fairness, her shield
7/21/11
for "It's mask time" contest
Susan Burch
tercets
Forged from absolute luck
housed in pure, pious pluck.
- an ivory iris - It took some work.
Soaked my clay many times
in the juice of sour limes -
snubbing barbs from my peers, "you stupid jerk!"
It stripped the brass from this loon
in the sight of the moon
rubbing sand in blisters, catching my breath.
Now as the grandeur fades
I will, as grace cascades,
fashion an ebony iris for death.
written: Dec 28, 2014
I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems,
inhaling jasmine
with open lungs-
but sneering at imagery flaws
with a certain hostility
bullies claim
cursing at fallen language,
snubbing punctuation
then suddenly, quite unexpectedly
it bloomed in me,
perfection will always be over there
just ten spaces away
from pen's reach
So I succumb to humility
and adore the cracks
my heart so carefully construed
with her bare hands
yes, falws and all