Short Sort It Poems
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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 !
Come on God
The world your design
Please sort it out
We know you can
You are a power unlimited
Everybody here is waiting
PS Sorry yesterday about me swearing !
The world
it's your design
please sort it out
We know you can
your a power its so
unlimited
everybody here is
waiting
Thanks
PS Sorry yesterday
about me swearing !
I'm on m knees now
thanks in
anticipation.
They say that time's a healer
And many things will mend
But we are running out of hours
To sort it in the end
There has been too many bruises
Too much damage has been done
Is it really worth fixing?
Or should we turn and run?
The world
your design
please sort it out !
We know you can
your a power unlimited
everybody here is waitin ?
Stop teasin us all !!
Get on with it !
PS Sorry yesterday about me swearing !
But you are a bit of an arsehole !!
He is a crackshot I told his great-grandpa
Grandpa misheard; he thought I called him a crackpot
It took awhile for us to sort it out
In the meantime, grandpa was angry, showing a pout.
Not sure he ever fully understood
The beginning of dementia is never good.
Time isn't waits
Always take it ways
Use it proper to be great
Passing time can't be back
Use the moment you are at
Its the time to be great
Time flows at high rate
Catch it if you can
You have lot to be a great
If you can sort it well
If you portray your will
You will be the great
Is it or not
that the fittest make it
the weak may not
survival depends
on attitude
frame of mind
positivity
you come like
a tornado in
my face but
I can see through
the destruction
now it's position
that matters
status you say
I say it is
a case of
push and shove
trying to dominate
time will sort it.
What am i doing
who the hell am i
one disaster to the next
always involves another guy
just take a look and pause
cos theres a pattern forming and i am the cause
look in the mirror
look around
come on me try a higher ground
maybe listen to the people who actually care
and change the routine
to myself, i dare!
sjeg
Form:
The British Rail saying,
'See it, say it, sorted,'
is so annoying
it should be aborted.
Travelers, from abroad,
are befuddled then bemused,
when first by this phrase
their ears are abused.
But the worst is yet to come...
it sounds like, 'Sort it,'
over the tannoy
and must be fixed by he who caught it.
A toddler and a puddle’s
Like a magnet and some nails.
All logic is abandoned;
Spontaneity prevails.
There’s no thought of discomfort,
Of one’s clinging clothing damp;
Just joy in jumping jauntily,
A puddle pounding champ.
As we grow up we lose that edge
And life becomes a muddle.
Perhaps we’d sort it out if we
Could splash into a puddle!
There's only so much you can give
I'm not going to waste my time on passive
Because i'm still here having to explain
Why all our recklesness was in vain
Felt like i was only here to help you sort it all out
And now i can't stand any of the words you spout
Molding yourself around my mere projection
You appear to be bellow previous expectations
Go on holiday to Bali it is so great
A gut full of grog I just can’t wait
Walking the streets being high as a kite
Is the holiday I want it’s so right
For the locals can see how it is for me
The Consulate will sort it out so easily
So see me drop kicking a motorcycle rider
Australian yobbos on holiday it’ll really grind ya.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Irene boxed it all up and took it outside.
There were five thousand one hundred and twenty-five boxes.
If you sort one box every day, you will have this sorted in no time.
Irene was a mathematician.
She divided it out.
If she sorted one box a day
It would take her fourteen years to sort it all out.
She went back inside and got a match.
The fire burned for three days
the Lord will lead you on the path,
make you happy make you laugh,
and in the Lords light you will bathe,
for he loves just thee...Baby Lu
For he loves all of you....
Don Johnson
to lift you up when you do fall,
comes the message to us all,
be not afraid, in times of doubt,
the Lord is coming, to sort it out,
and that's not a story tall!
thank you Judy Ball
Don Johnson
Start a new year before the year arrives
Momentum starts with our inside minds
I took a week before 2026’s first peak
To make sure the wind carries my feet
Instead of charting a new goal post
I’m readying for surprises with a toast
Let God sort it out
Let God clear my doubt
Excited for growing pains
Excited for unexpected gains
We survived 2025 didn’t we?
Pass the mic to 2026, our new emcee.
By all means
I know what
This comprises
Of
Simple advances
Complex thoughts
And one big
Nothing
Sort it out by
Making lists
Hoping it helps
To showcase
The missed
Simple words
Complex emotions
And one big
Nothing
By all means
Why don't you
Just say what
You mean
Clearly and loudly
So my heart can
See all that is not
And all that will
Not be
Simple looks
Complex actions
And one big
Nothing
Form:
A tidal wave of waste is going to our seas
An avalanche of machinery cutting down our trees
Why do we do this to the place we call our world
This mass of eco destruction is getting quite unfurled!
How can we stop it?
Give Mother Nature her beauty back
Instead of this constant attack
We need a super mass army
To stop the world going barmy!
Soon they'll be no countryside
Maybe then we'll all get wise!
We need to sort it now
Here alone I sit
Wondering what it's all about
Taking every little bit
Trying to sort it out
The world once was born
Under some ingenuous being
None of us are slightly torn
We do without seeing
When grabbing some time
We have tried to break the seal
Without one sensible rhyme
it wraps us in its chill
We hold life by strings
That knot together without cause
it constantly pulls with wings
Doing so without pause
My mood is dark, sultry
As passion plays my mind.
The summer storm is blowing in
So, I respond in kind.
Passions seek an outlet
No walls can it contain.
Catching the breeze upon her lips
She calls her lover’s name.
The winter winds return.
A chill is in the air.
The Kansas Scarecrow laughs in glee
And hasn’t got a care.
Her heart, ripped and tattered,
She curls up in a ball.
Seeking the warmth of fire
She tries to sort it all.
Form:
What is what?
I never thought,
In my mind it always fought.
When I asked the teacher to sort it out,
She told to never ask such doubts.
It runs in my mind throughout.
When I asked my mother to sort it out,
She said that she had the same doubt.
But it runs in my mind throughout.
When i asked my father to sort it out,
He said that he is going out
But it runs in my mind throughout.
Someone help me to sort it out
WHAT IS WHAT?
Which I never thought.
There's an Elephant in the room.
The tension filled the air all day,
Neither party dared to assume,
Dismay held sway in its gloomy way.
There's an Elephant in the room,
One could almost smell the beast
It permeated all throughout,
It needed clearing at the very least.
So if you find yourself in this state,
Declare the problem before it's too late.
Sort it out before it has chance to consume,
For no one likes an Elephant in the room.
© Dave Timperley 21 July 2017
The Eccentrics are not born as such
They emerge from a very usual bunch,
From the very ordinary of us
With the same colored hair, skin and eyes.
Only one fine day, when they wonder again
‘What’s the point of living your life in vain?’
The unnoticed to others child-simpleton
Gets nicknamed the ‘Eccentric’ from there on.
And, not getting the answers from grown ups
And unwilling to settle for doubt,
The Eccentric starts writing poems or songs -
In the hope to sort it all out…
1981