Short Spouts Poems
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Your obscured heart spouts hatred
Stop!
1/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
she screams at me to
“get up, get the pen, right now-
i scribble, scramble
as she spouts her brilliant rant-
i her slave, pen every word
she tells the story I also heard on the news
most of the facts she spouts are alternative facts
Her version is a better story
embellishment that adds flavor
but also lies
ocean waves swelling
gray water touches gray sky
water spouts come_go
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Contest:Ocean-ku
Written this Thirteenth day of April 2013
Milton Supman “Soupy Sales”
His tongue twister “unique New York” never fails.
The child I was says, “unique you nork, unique you nork.”
My milk spouts out, with a flying cork.
4/9/2019
Stay on your side of the brook, Tiger
Or else there will be a great snipper
To end you running your mouth
So much wild noise from you spouts
See you tonight at one, rough rider
TEACUPS
two
teacups
visiting,
wearing lipstick -
comparable but different flavors.
a neighborly steep, infused with friendship.
generous sips,
as time laughs
weeps, bonds,
spouts.
2/24/2019
When rage grips over me
Blood spouts to my head
Veins throb and pulsate with anger
My body trembles with fury
I am a stranger to myself
The demons take over me
My taipan tongue spits venom
That very few can tolerate
Trump US
Donald spouts off
Campaign platform thin
Will he brand Trump US?
Trump has a tendency of naming things after himself, Trump Tower(s), etc.... So I figure if he wins (God hope not), he would change the name of the USA to fit his over inflated ego.
Mahi mahi shrimp gumbo,
we'll sing the sailor's song--hiho!
We're off to sail the outter lees,
We'll row and row to catch the breeze,
Then wander 'round the Florida Keys
Past water spouts and hazy seas.
So, mahi mahi shrimp gumbo,
Come sing the sailor's song--hiho!
Form:
The pedagogue, perched perilously atop his platform
Spouts slithering slander about a certain storm.
Rousing the rebels with rhetorical roars;
He warns the watchmen of worldwide wars.
He asks allegiance from his allies,
And creates chaos with his country's cries.
Crow calls Ka Ka, cuckoo kuhu shouts
wives are crusty, imp; crow spouts.
calls are so many, mind blowing lover
they love everywhere day night over.
night calls hukka uncle's call
roar like gharghar nose his bell.
screams are so many it counts hundreds
all calls bowed when; mom call indeed.
she regurgitates her parent’s philosophy
Lives their religious beliefs
Spouts their politics
Lives with their furniture
She has never had to buy a couch or a chair
Never had to wonder what her own ideas might be
At seventy-six she is grateful
She never had to develop an opinion of her own
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on my tippy toes
the boat tips
I dive into the sun
happiness spouts
my smile shimmers
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It's the last inning no one wanting more to be at bat
both unwilling to give in or recognize what it's truly all about
she refuses to be sidelined or hesitate spewing word phat
he claims calm, subdued rhetoric thinking we'd forget prior word spouts
neither fully saint nor sinner, clearly no one a real winner.
Red robin searches for worms
Goldfinches out in the storm
Hummingbirds flutter about
A red squirrel chirps and spouts
Worms near wet feathers of red
Storm drops on hummingbird's head
About, a finch lands on seed
Spouts from red squirrels with greed
3/11/19
Jueju-Qijue With A Twist Contest
Sponsor:Charles Messina
The fluidity of strings, the rain harp ~
tears of joy and sadness spill, from incense
prayers of cacophonous clouds, clapping loud.
Sweet cherub fingers plink, spot on and sharp.
Wings whisk away the doldrums, banish doubts.
Tenderly, the raindrop symphony, lifts
the spirits of the drenched fallen earthlings.
The lilting psalm of living water spouts.
6/14/2018
Azure panels fade; shed golden mane
Black, celestial portents mail links chain
Windows of heaven shaded darker strain
Foggy panes availing beams do disdain
Billowing, gray folds gilded tapestry doth stain
Burgeoning spouts brackish bile to drain
Reverberating drums strike dolesome refrain
Streaking bolts o'er tumult wax then wane
An eerie whistle howls announcing the careening train
The outpour
spouts gently. My lone thoughts
drain bitterly as pearly chutes ebb
Soft patter
of rapids flushes night
from angst. Though barren stream dives endless
And pierced rocks
lash at my lost chances.
The twirl of water eases love's blow
While I dive
into an evening's pool
like a rapid swollen by gray spills.
For nette onclaud
Manny Paras dated 10 30 2014
(a weedy problem)
They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants.
~ Dianne Benson
Sprouts without doubts
Pretending to know the abouts,
Ready to grow into louts
Of the most nefarious sort~
Useless as fuzz on the spouts,
Tedious noise-maker flouts,
Sending flowers into the pouts.
anywhere, everywhere, all around.
And lost sea gulls crying;
sky-rocketing temperatures;
suffocating heat;
almost blinding sunshine.
Growing fear, rising,
outright, breathless panic.
Wait.
The churning tide indeed turns.
Under a darkening sky,
breached and booming:
a sudden, long, steady downpour:
cool, Heavenly rainfall,
great, emerald spouts
drench the thirsty sea.
a Rhyming Alliterisan poem
A slick, soaking spring rain stops
picnic plans and closes shops
in the valley and village
as river’s runoff spillage
inundates us inside-out,
overflowing all our spouts~
until sun breaks wide the sky.
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The Rhyming Alliterisen consists of 7 lines, with 7 syllables each, and has one alliteration in every line. The rhyme scheme as follows: aabbccd.
Trump's mad at Fox. His twitter fingers are loose
Typing they've forgotten he's their golden goose
Tweet tweet each angry word
Clearly he is absurd
He's the thug in Orange Hair and Tan by Dr. Seuss
While Americans are plagued by the virus, dying
He continues to rant about fraud, but he's lying
In the White House he pouts
"I'm not leaving," he spouts
Can't have his way so he's boo hooing and crying
Come one, come all
To hear the family call
We count every head
Reminiscing about our dead
Play our games
With important names
Casting out the slain
Who wants only gain
We decorate our leaders
Wealthy little feeders
Our birds have open mouths
Right under their spouts
Pestilence are fixtures
In a poor man's mixture
Orderly houses crafted
For God's only grafted
...saints
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-10-2023
Fire lets there be light in the wintry ravines
that hide between mountains of nickel and iron.
Illuminated by spouts of trickling light,
you tickle my eyes and rinse my sight in delight.
Adamantine beauty shorn from the earth's belly.
Tempting fingers, enticing tongues.
I touch you for a second and you release
invisible frost that dances then dissolves
upon my palm from which a trillion tongues
emerge to taste your transfixed light.