Short Stow Poems

Walk along the ridges, 
Pay for your pretty bridges, 
Subsist in subsistence
Regard me without difference
I am a stow-away forgetfulness...

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PERVERSITY

There once was a struggling poet
When words failed, he’d know it
With that one metaphor
Used many times before
His conscience told him to stow it...

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She called me fart head
She really hates the poets
She's never really meant much
But fey; to her to know it

All wise within her own shell
How could she call to smelled it
If only she were not right
and I could say to Stow It!...

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Throw and Stow Below

If it was something we should not know,
Best thing to do is always try and throw.


Below and you are sure to safely stow.

After hearing about intelligence being
compromised, makes me wonder how
they should have it handled.

Jim Horn...

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Smile with your eyes
let your beauty show
look into my window 
and see me glow

Hair done right
make up on 
feeling good
whenever you're gone

Clothes match
matching shoes check
Coach bag in stow
feeling like your on the top deck

One day this will all be true...

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a gentle rain falls 
newly budding trees 
new grasses appear 
pink crocuses up 
warmer weather now. 

shedding sweaters 
sandals appear 
time for new lambs 
a quick road trip. 

stow away 
galoshes 
and mittens. 

enjoy
welcome 

SPRING!


Written March 1, 2021...

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I gave my clothes away today,
They packed it into bags

I gave my clothes away today,
She cut it into shreds

I gave my clothes away today,
In boxes they did stow

I gave my clothes away today,
Little did they know

When I gave my clothes away today,
I also slit my throat....

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Powdery mildew,
had dried,
time had flowed,
nobody had cleaned,
letting the fungus grow,
eyes were straight,
all over looked,
never an eyebrow was raised,
otherwise fungus,
would not have found,
the wet ground to grow,
not to talk about drying,
and letting dried powder,
stow....

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At a bus station: 
a rover and 
a home-comer.

One  is young and eager:
the stow-away passenger.
        He itches and aches to 
        be far away from his home,

The other is tired, but glad:
the last-trip bus driver.
        He grins and hums a tune
        as to his home he returns.

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I can't type anymore
  My fingers are sore
from typing too many poems

So I'm buying a boat
  I pedal, it floats
My fingers in lotion I'll stow 'em

Who wants to be tired
  Caffeine keeps me wired
Tell the literati that I will show 'em

How to escape
  sans Houdini-black cape
With a DIY cruise on the ocean...

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A poet was rhyming an ode
Driving his car down the road
He became so engrossed
That his car hit a post
And his trousers became a commode

So from that day on our sweet poet
Swore on his word that he'd stow it
avoiding such deep concentration
Before he'd become so unravelled
Or he'd be on a roadway less travelled...

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On satin beach rapture waves roll with pearly glint,
stow in marine obscurity my faint footprint.
Twilight gleam melts in blue night of the past called sea, 
I sail to sun-soaked shore far to find the new me.

August 10, 2021
Syllable count : 12 per line (HMS)
Contest : Your Best Quatrain
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins...

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Surf your love with feels sincere
that love's lifts do life adhere.
Let love's true joy ebb and flow
in wave depths the heart may stow.

Sincere feels in all surged forms
adhere love storms to coursed norms.
Flow love as pooled weak or brave.
Stow heart depths to surf love's waves.




... CayCay
March 22, 2019...

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Draft thee, Oh fated courage read as go
that headstrong empathy must not confound
wait out the dormancy's entail, be slow
as cold the Winter's stalling, ounce by ounce!

That silent purge so white the fields of snow
as underneath man knows the ground's extent
the seasons bustle, advocate not stow
cold thrives on nature's retrogressed relent!...

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It's time for a poem
  Time to show 'em:
Sonnets, I can flow 'em
  Rhymes, I can grow 'em

Tricks, I've come to know 'em
  Haikus, I can rainbow 'em
Fibonaccis, I can forgo 'em
  Hidden meanings, I can stow 'em

Limericks, I'll never outgrow 'em
  Clerihews, I'll not let go of 'em
Images, I can Van Gogh 'em
  Monorhymes, I like to sow 'em...

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ST. Paddy Day today. I'm wearing my green, and I celebrate with my 100th poem posted 
since coming here before Xmas! and I will probably lay off the limericks now until next year!

With hair much too short, one vain poet
took magic beans so she could grow it.
Like Jack's giant bean stalk
quickly grew each gold lock!
Now her hair has no place she can stow it!...

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I stow in solitude
where wilding grow
gazing at the stars across
the calm space filled 
of nostalgic moonlight 
awe-inspiring days
at which point you were
the foremost of me
& in which spot I was the best
of you
whilst sloppy husk
catch my tears
of visions
to float ethereally
beyond
gloaming skies
within your
Warm embrace

Written: August 28, 2022...

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The Minecraft world is vast and hard
My lone puppy acts like a retard
Finally I earn
For what I yearn;
Mushroom Stew

A creeper blows up
Just my luck
What I need
What makes my eyes bead;
Mushroom Stew

Caving I go
In my inventory I stow
A full jar
Of what will make me go far;
Mushroom Stew

Everyday day I brew
To keep my life starting anew 
I will keep eating it,
My precious Mushroom Stew...

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Small Space

Space is tight in the small garden
Planted on the small terrace
Along the side careless
Climbing beans
Easily grow

Space is limited in sections small
Plants in pots along the rail
Alternating seating well
Carrots seeded
Earthen stow

Space is reduced for entertaining
Partial am I to fresh produce
Alterations seem obtuse
Cuisine freshness
Efforts show  


Written for Members Contest : Space on 2/27/13...

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Do Not Stow Your Life Away


Do not stow your life away
Or stray in some godforsaken play
Nothing worth having is just given away
Do not look the other way

Embrace with open heart
What now seems the hardest part
And should you get carried away
Or even lost in any way

A nudge, a touch I will apply
Night and day on me you can rely
For it is you, my child,
Who forges firm untied

This precious life...

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Obi-Wan Kenobi's lesser known brothers:

The womanizer, Don-Wan

Founder of the Puerto Rican Capitol, San-Wan

The divorce attorney, Nobody-Wan

The Chinese Food chef, Sesh-Wan

Inventor of plastic bottle caps, Scru-Wan

Designer of compact luggage, Stow-Wan

The lazy nomad, Bed-Wan

The eternal encourager, Go-Wan

The coupon-clipping twins, Buy-Wan Get-Wan


[Humor attribution: all humor by yours truly]...

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<---<3<3<3-------<<<<

Let me stow 
Or let me throw
Away our love 
That died a while ago.

Let me wallow 
Or let me know
That you can 
Free me from my woe.

Let me grow 
Or let me show
Why I may never 
Truly let you go.

Let me go 
Or let me know
That you will 
Always love me so.

Let me sow 
Or let me bestow
All of my hope for us 
To again be struck by cupid’s bow.

<---<3<3<3-------<<<<

...

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When the tide was high
I loved to hang over the edge.
Rising and falling.
The gap widening then closing.
No longer visible to shore.
I'd lean over.
The wind thumping me in the chest.
My lips peeled in joy.
Well conditioned hair.
My fingers lost in wave after wave.
The sails filled in a gust.
My fingers folded between the current. 
I a stow away.
Finding my way to the helm.
My hand lost in a sea of hair.
Sailing towards the horizon...

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Holy Spirit flow
Do empower, stow
In my soul; Thy strength furnish 
Spirit provide might
Facilitate heights
Cradle 'til the soul flourish

Fill the deepest depths
Flow across sweet breath
Stir within, Holy Spirit
Revive, return Friend
Lift again, transcend
Anoint with Oil make fearless

Finis'
Inspired by: Verlena S. Walker
Contest: Strength Empowers
Written: July 22, 2014
It is not a true Tail-Rhyme but sort of an Alouette.....

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Writing is freedom
An escape from this chaotic world
Your pen gliding across the paper 
Each perfect word carefully chosen
Magical thoughts appearing in your mind
Your hand aching- but not caring
The pen halting to a stop
Your eyes moving back and forth rereading your masterpiece
A sweet taste consumes your mouth as you say, “Man that’s good”
Deciding no more revisions will do you justice
You stow it away in a journal for only your eyes to read....

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