Short Squabbling Poems
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A country needs a culture
a recognizable national vibe
Without one what you've got
is a bunch of squabbling tribes
set upon a perch
quietly the robin sees
feeding baby chicks
~
tweeting the language
squabbling tweet-tweet tweety Dee
sits bird on a tree
9/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
McCain Avoids Picayune
Picayune is squabbling of party politicians.
Part of politics McCain avoids are picayune,
And we know in heaven will be pretty soon;
Hard try;
Great guy;
Trump stayed here loony like a lousy loon.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
We suitors were idiots squabbling in line
till mademoiselle informed us of her choice.
Intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
like the vintage of a rich full-bodied wine.
Fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
overjoyed when she consented to be mine!
Mother
As ancient time is not anxious
Of humanities youthful squabbling
You permitted my discourse
Allowing for the conclusion
(Mothers are wonderful in that way)
all the while operating
under the assumption
that serpents molt and
trees shed leaves to grow
Mother
As ancient time is not anxious
Of humanities youthful squabbling
You permitted my discourse
Allowing for the conclusion
(Mothers are wonderful in that way)
all the while operating
under the assumption
that serpents molt and
trees shed leaves to grow
ENEMY’S ENEMY
Pigeons squabbling with a few crows
Over a handful of crumbs
Neighbour’s cat dashed across
To a possible pigeon lunch
Timorous pigeons flew
Crows attacked cat
Drove him away
Pigeons and bullying crows
Squabbling over a handful of crumbs
Finger grips make her relent,
Mimic the long seduction,
Hard edges quake make her tremble,
Softening the walls to pulse;
Succumbs to the moments joy,
Fused to her passionate mate,
Quivers in pure surrender,
The ride surges to climax.
Fragile animal instincts;
Tamed by his squabbling strides.
...with apologies to Dusty Springfield!
We suitors were idiots squabbling in line
till mademoiselle informed us of her choice;
intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine;
fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
overjoyed when she consented to be mine!
The secret to success is to simply stop.
Stop seeking attention.
Stop arguing with those who gossip.
Stop listening to lies.
Stop squabbling for your rights with stupid people.
Stop searching for the negative in...anything.
Stop fighting small fights.
Stop sweating the small stuff.
Just. Simply. Stop.
Frost carpets the fields
sloping to a crinkled sea.
The air,
cotton crisp
as spring leaps in.
Satin crows
descend from a silver sky.
Squabbling, they graze
on chilled dewdrops.
The sunrise,
a red ribbon glow
warms tall tree trunks
basking in gliding sunlight.
A flame horizon
burns a candy stripe sky
on a tangerine morning.
Left at 9am,
hit the rush hour
crawled a few miles
then warp speed to
40 mph.
Pick up some gas station coffee.
Reaching into glove box
spill said coffee over pants.
Made the freeway
pissed off and squabbling,
10 miles on
still bickering.
It's our vacation
the trunks packed solid,
and we will fight tooth and nail
to be carefree and happy
very soon.
Brown, white, black and yellow?
Human being mellow:
Why live untruths shallow?
You versus us and we?
Fighting with self-pity:
Why all this cruelty?
Race all over the place?
Squabbling over mad space:
Why just for your proud face?
Hatred breeds more terror?
Fear breeds greedy horror:
Why indulge more terror?
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2015
Singapore
Uncle’s garage was full of junk that made us shout.
My nephews fought over who had to clean it out.
I’ll do it, his industrious grandniece said, don’t pout!
She found a mint 1934 Packard 12 worth money no doubt.
Now the squabbling and screaming was about to begin.
I think he left everything to me said his nephew Fin.
You signed it over to me, reminded his sister, Gwen.
Because of all her hard work, she was the one to get the win.
The equinox is days away,
the only day that's equal,
both night and day-
get a say.
It's social anarchism-
on a universal scale.
perpetuated by a mysterious veil,
that society ignores completely.
- I found it comical when I thought about how the universe has two days dedicated to
appeasing both day and night and equalizing the seasons, when most humans can't stop
squabbling over money for an hour.
Here's praying for humanity's equinox....whenever that may happen or if...
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