Short Sorts Poems
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A surgical scissor cuts
To heal a man out of sorts
The surgeon operates the malignance
To remove the cancer of belligerence
DWARVES
They’re short
But retort
To other sorts
GIANTS
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Many people have their sports
Kicking balls of many sorts
but there's just one
I do real well
It's kicking zombies back to hell
Tyrants make a lasting name,
They ruin life and lure fame.
Their name incurs all sorts of shame.
They think alike, and die the same.
you riddle me this
oh ancient one of spirit
of love, who see me
a name, a label of
sorts to be called by but what
I I don't know it?
The lovely poetry soup
A mismatch of all sorts of folk
But still nice
Expressing
Beautiful struggling endeavours
Good and bad
Bad that’s me
I'm calling you out
a duel of sorts
draw your weapon
prepare your shot
take careful aim
cause I will too
get ready, cowboy
I'm gunning for you
A garden magic
There is an understanding
Between moths and butterflies
Taking turns vital
And wide berth to wasps and bees
A pecking order of sorts
Picasso in pieces —
a puzzle, out of sorts…
a commentary slice.
the raw rooster of war,
cocked and loaded —
a worldwide death sentence.
10/13/2019
four dimensional space-time
balances on a fulcrum
called our fifth dimension
a 'retreat' while
some four dimensional
knot sorts out
stan sand
It seems an electrical short
created a monster of sorts,
but I’m a believer
that very high fever
turned word play into my best sport.
I knew a young lady named Heather
She'd make love in all sorts of weather
Out in the woods
She'd share her goods
With Tom Dick Harry and Trevor.
Never leave yourself out
Sip the pleasures
from your thoughts
Someone
Something
Memories
future
Variety of sorts
Wearing a LAMPSHADE when I woke from this bed
All sorts of pounding still in my head
Need some grease
A HANGOVER release
Oh how I think I'd be better off dead
What do we think we’re doing
Spending millions, on all sorts of pets
When the world is full of children
Whose needs, we haven’t yet met
WIZDUMBs BY JA 218
Limericks do not like cages
They’re prone to all sorts of rages
They pool in your head
The muse must be bled
and leaked out onto white pages
believing you don't know,
havoc they do play,
on all sorts of things, poor Joe.
Semaj and his travels in space
Many planets this hero has graced
He has seen races of sorts
Back to earth he reports
Then its back to that dark distant place
two shadows meet
and fuse into one
a mixture, a blending
of sorts has begun
when darkness falls
a new song has been sung
when daylight re-emerges
so does a tight bond
My exam is over and everyone is plugged in on phones
earbuds in, except for him, who sleeps, slumped on desk, bag in front
with me the only one who can hear him snoring.
it's the
start of
the end
the gun
has gone
off but
the runners
have not
so
it seems
a new beginning
for the not running
sport of sorts
has made
history
Form:
Holes in both shirt and shorts
Another man of fancy sorts
Not like any other hanger
Gesturing with his left finger
Enemies recoiling in fear
Realizing their end is near.
My comfort is found
In the breaking of my heart
A homecoming of sorts
The place I was born
My one constant in this life
So please believe me
When I say
Goodbye
One day at a time --
one foot in advance of the other,
an occasional side-step,
and a back-step when obliged --
life is a dance of sorts.
Happy New Year my poetic friends!
O Tony, wherefore dost thou feel out of sorts?
Existing so - tho' not soothly living.
Haps thou art the living dead which resorts
Into its cold chamber ne'er living.