Short Stop Short Poems
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Chase a dream until you find it never give up on you
For if you stop short of your quest you'll never get what you were due.
The Dachshund’s a marvel on skis
Little legs that stop short of its knees
It can schuss like a pro
Making furrows in snow
(Though its privates are given to freeze)
Drought
The relentless sun burns,
Warming up the sky.
Open the car window and see the children play.
“Where is the rain?,” I wonder,
And try to push the thought out of my head.
Change the radio station.
Later, clouds form.
Could this be it, our release?
Drops fall for a moment,
The sky is important and, they stop short.
And the infernal sun returns.
I love you when you're lucid
(or when your mind is going)
and even when the whiskers
of your confidence are blowing
I love it when your tannins
filled with acid burn my mouth
and even when you stop short
asking what I'm all about.
I love it when your voice
all crackling, sunlit, fills the room
I love you even though I'm mourning
and you left too soon...
Beauty knows
Words can't show
Sparkling glow
In grand flow
Beauty walks
Words fail now
No more talk
Love endows
Beauty frames
Words stop short
Truth now flames
Precious spot
Beauty smiles
Words stop here
Piercing style
Wonder steers
Beauty thrills
Word stand still
Climax fill
Fond goodwill
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2017
Singapore
Do you mean short as in not tall
Maybe short as in bad tempered
How about shortening for best shortbread overall
Or taking a short-cut for going unhampered
Short-hand, for taking notes at speed
Short lived as in not long to last
Short stop and short slip in sporting games you need
To stop short is what I intend to do so hold fast
So many short’s to write about, If I do them all, will definitely not be short.
Penned 31 May 2013
As far..As well? or wherever they are.? Semantics
About Semites..To me just are.' Abreham begat
Ishmael and Issac...Both semites..Got me? So far?
S'wot i think.? Should i stop short of the brink.
.? So no need for a face off, or a great
Confusing stink.' War is not the way.' Why
Shed prescious blood.? When the waters of Life
Invite you to drink.. To a new life, where joy's
Will Calls all' just let your spirit go into the pink.'
Pierce!! Pierce!!
With a poisonous thorn
Or nip my heart
Until it bleeds
See my face and
Inside pain
Until you decide
Silent eyes
Might not close
Drops of tears
Will stop short
Hatred your thoughts
Will burn your mind
By the past we had
Then, take the action
It is a center of
Antipathy compass
Night will come together
To vanish our heavy past
Time and clock
Beat and heart
Still dark
Gaze in sharp
Udaya R. Tennakoon
we tiptoe into the garden trying not to make a sound
have heard that the famous three faeries wee are around
stop short of the flowers, stare into the hollyhocks now
they are flitting among the blossoms, none of us know how
if we get closer, they might transmogrify or disappear
so we ease down on our bellies and resolve to stay here
the three faeries wee are as delicate and pretty as we were told
watching them flutter and flit around the flowers never gets old