Short Sourly Poems
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Do not forget to brush your teeth
For a rotten future you will meet
I forgot myself
And sourly dealt
With a pain so indiscreet
Joe Schmidt grew up the Eastern Bowery
His upbringing was less than flowery
He robbed a few banks
And a few more pranks
After which his whole life turned out sourly.
The waiting clap handed smashy,
sits in a dime's oval,
swallows sourly-
yet diversify's the mind,
overly enveloped miniatures-
coasting to the camels,
choreographed lightly yet so marches the mass.
Once I had the opportunity
For hard-earned, sweet success
But I yawned instead and spurned my chance
To labour and progress
And so my potential festered
Scorned sourly in defeat
Now I am left with vinegar
In place of honey sweet.
Mermaids
The other mermaid?
Don´t you ask me about her,
she wore a tight dress and
was in love with a rich man
who had a big swimming pool.
Sourly her glossy lips
Open disdain
of my shower unit
But my rubber duck she cheekily
demanded
I kept in my water bed.
She swims on streaming sonata of spring song,
sailing slow sings solo in squall surge so strong,
slips on sheer slippery slope of sticky silt sheets,
on split Sitar of snapped strings she sourly sits.
December 25, 2020
Contest : Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor : Joe Sandler
Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.
A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's just gobbledygook.
Serenading sea shore she strolls singing spring song
Sauntering solo she suffers squall’s surge so strong
Steep slippery slope’s sticky silt sucks, so she slips
Swelling surfs submerge, salty sap she sourly sips.
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June 29, 2022
Contest : Begin With A Letter
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
As the flames a blazed and the torches illuminated the crying shouts of the night
Like steeples of lonely souls on shattered islands yearning for lifeboats
Like reddish cherry drowned in a sea of blood entwining sweetness with sourly fluid
Like a naked smile in a funeral of the dead hiding sadness behind a lying face searching for strength
New bonds created amidst of war like glistening stars in the dying space.
12/3/2012
Its a sweet sourly taste
That leaves the emphasis wrapped in a blessing
Showers happiness accomplished through sadness
Its a survival through intelligence
A past formulating the current
Presently mediating the next century
Seeing scarce resources being utilised
Distinguishing of things
Its the pain becoming known
Revelation of the shadow
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