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Short verse
Brother wind, sister rain,
Father thunder and mother sunlight
Meet every April
And a family feud breaks out.
A sort of fluttery glamour
Unlike any that flew by.
By most less appreciative looked on.
Unvaryingly dull. Mothed sky.
Feeling so unwell,
Almost as if in a Hell.
Almost like I am
Under some sort of a spell.
Hoping soon I will be well.
The subtlest sort of vampiry
Will leave you with blood-full veins,
But drain you of identity
Till nothing of “You” remains.
The City makes me work for them.
Time to sort my trash.
And then they tell me "Rinse it off",
they charge the bill for cash.
I forgive them now,
I realize I'm the one
Who has to sort out
The mess they had made themselves
And could never figure out.
Persistency of wearing pants while still in shorts,
May end up wearing a piece in any sort.
May 8, 2022 12.15pm
What is it exactly?
Is it some sort of feeling?
An emotion?
An action?
I’m not sure what it is
All I know is
I love you so
My first poem, sort and brief
Poetry Soup, I intend to greet
Poems to read, poems to post
Hello, Poetry Soup
I will give it my most
Among the idiot politicians
there are smart ones
who absolutely know
where and when
what sort of idiocy looks good
on their faces
One day you will find
Some sort of peace of mind,
And on that day
I am happy to say,
You will come to find
I have left you behind.
My skin was black, the sort of darkness that sins are are created in, the darkness that meets the morning ray, a sort of magical kingdom.
there is a certain sort of fashion
similar to mother of invention
but only crazy show
only when madness grows
straitjacket is solution
SO
SORT of
TRICkY
TO get ten lines.
COS
I
CUT
TO
the chase most of the times.
SO.
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CRUSTY as I've felt in a long while!!!
Form:
When Hank wanted to pull a prank
He would have God Himself to thank
sank into a corrupt bankrupt bank
Haiku Sort of o would love from above
Has the world lost its sight?
Can we still feel the weight of the Earth?
Are people willing to change?
How does humanity begin a sort of rebirth?
Pity the poor Beelzebub
From some sort of under club
But his creators made him such lovely cake
Many candles and portion for you to partake
Every year trees shed their leaves
Which carry their pain and worries
I m but a strange sort of tree
my leaves increses but remain cling to me
Form:
Not the sort to default or beg
You halt lunch to earn a nest egg
Yet Trump’s tariff plan
Needs a Peter Pan
To stop the croc crunch on your leg
The world
your design
please sort it out
We know you can
your a power unlimited
everybody here is waiting
PS Sorry yesterday about me swearing !
The best sort of wonder
Stares blankly, not just at
Rain, and its pooled splat;
As informs mesmeric
On how each act projects
Its ripple effects.
I loved it
When she walked naked
Into the bedroom
Only wearing
Her hiking boots
Kind of reminded me
Of a children’s
Bedtime story
… Well… sort of
Sappho
didn't want a beau
she wrote about her lesbian passion
and that sort of thing is always in fashion
posted too late for the clerihew contest!
If chicken soup is for the soul,
Where does the chicken's soul go?
When all the soup's drained from its bowl,
What sort of life did that chicken know?
White clouds descend.
Heaven blankets the mountan.
Thunder booms…God-like.
FORM: Haiku...sort-of! LOL
Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen