Short Solids Poems
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Possess definite shape
And volume with molecules spaced
Close together.
Written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
Categories:
solids, education, children, school, science
Form:
Senryu
make sure you fart in bloody toon,
beware the belching fartaloon,
for if come solids in the mix,
spray painted walls,
to it may stick,
and that's different tune:(
to unpick....
thanks Vie....
Don
Categories:
solids, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Insignificant
This dust
A void
We trust
This is real
Magnetic solids
Fate is sealed
Whatever
You call it
So struggle still
Churning fauna
In constant flux
Earthly sauna
Show me
The end
If it’s soon
I can't defend
Synthetic moons
Categories:
solids, earth, life, moon, science, space, sun, trust,
Form:
Free verse
There Is No Air
There is no air
There are no solids
Relax your Inclinations to challenge
The why of matter
Don’t worry
It does not matter
Continue on this path
So. Take a deep deep breath of that which is
There is no air
As solid as that is
That’s how it is
Categories:
solids, change, creation, education, faith, imagination, philosophy, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
Drove a rusting
beat up truck
never had money
forget about luck
life went from bad
to worse for me
until I got arrested
now living's free
3 solids a day
hot showers daily
the man says jump
I do so gladly
look rough on the outside
a loser inside
not much left
on the other side
Categories:
solids, lost, prison,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Jan, I hope you enjoy :)
THE RHYMING QUEEN OF POOP
Jan sits on her throne singing
Ting-a-ling tinkling
Wrapping TP ‘round and ‘round
Hoping solids come unbound
Queen of Poop’s puckered up
But happily she rhymes whilst a back-up
Yet relief emanates with a ka-boom
And an ah-ha whisked away with TP broom.
Categories:
solids, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The joker had the most fabulous fashions around
So many things were striped, no solids were found.
He was wearing polka dots and had flower stickers too.
Clothing of every gorgeous color, shade and hue.
A miniature elephant was doing a circus trick.
Showing off next to his circus tent so thick.
The joker and beast gave each other a friendly nod.
Just another wonderful day in the land of Vaude.
Categories:
solids, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form:
Rhyme
Words Made Of Breath
Words made of breath come soft
Under the knife of night like silk on air
How correctly they pass through lead
Solids are not their friend
Words live above the grass on oxygen
Particles of dust, bugs and warm winds
Disseminated, taking on measured meaning
The inaudible invisibles
Unencumbered in the dark
Words made of breath are taken in
Exhaled, gentle to the touch
They say so much
Categories:
solids, appreciation, identity, mystery, nature, senses, voice, words,
Form:
Free verse
aero assault , causing physical trauma
universal elements , spin our human drama
slow process of growth , done in orderly fashion
gases to solids to form the masses
from the micro , to the macro , a dynamic wonder
geometric scale , magic of numbers
past , present , future , a matter of comprehension
time and space , a matter of dimension
chronological ages , stuck to pages
intellect rises to the mental ages
Categories:
solids, imagination, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
In India some gods come in cast systems
Deity solids molded
Gold plated with a hint of soul
Orange blossoms grow in China
They touch and feel of divinity
Italians keep images of Him on the mantle
Crucifixes around the neck when they go out
Enchanted Indonesians go bump in the dark
They know when they hit into something old
Embrace the cosmos
Made of flesh made in His own image
In space meteors bounce off of Him
They tickle
Categories:
solids, adventure, appreciation, beautiful, god, image, mystery, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
I went to my wardrobe, to dress my skin.
I went to my wardrobe, to wrap yet again.
Six linear feet, is there for me,
Reds and blues… colors flourish,
Solids and stripes… no need to nourish.
I was with my wardrobe; it was always variety.
It was full by those who love me.
I stare to select what is good for today,
I stare to select what will wrap yet again.
I find old faithful, tattered and thin
Oh yes …
I am quite comfortable with it next to my skin.
Copyright 2011
Categories:
solids, analogy, culture, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse