Short Straightaway Poems
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Love Embraced
My dreams flew straightaway and chaste.
Tenderness reached out; your love embraced.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Crysalline
The wheelbarrow of Prince Prospero
pushed straightaway, like an arrow
it's passengers a motley farrow
not worth much more than a sparrow
it's aim and goal so very narrow
'tis horrifying to the marrow
Cletus joined the Navy on a fool whim
And was told he needed to learn to swim
He was launched off the dock
And he sank like a rock
The Navy straightaway got rid of him
While you are young and alive
Do not philosophize
Let monks introspect
Their ‘defects’ correct
Run free as the wind
Fear not the occasional stray
Repent them straightaway
~ Embrace the hallowed day
a plum, a peach, a song, a beach
a bend, a curvy straightaway
a bob, a dip, a dunk, a screech
a hair-breadth turn took your future away
you nerveless nock, how dare you rock
this sanctimonious cerebrum with poppycock
it behooves you to hoof it to Timbuktu ~
haunting howls from the bowels of Montezu
Walking under a burning sun
Listening evocative Christmas songs
Sweat furrows my motionless visage
Snow calmly is falling down
Alive drops dissolve my thoughts
A fresh breath gently stirs
Walking straightaway still alone
Looking for a friendly crucial turn
Nobody matching my broken mind
What's hot? What's cold?
Deep down somebody is already here
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Girl And Guy
A girl likes a guy
The girl is pretty,
Kind, caring, and always says hi
The girl is also pretty
In an adorable way
She has good grades
And she’d help straightaway
And when all else fades
She thinks of him
Handsome and smart
Acting on a whim
Adventurous and flying like a dart
But he doesn’t like her
He likes one that would be called sir
Written on January 22, 2020
Time's a torture chamber
penning poems day and night
from this 'garden apartment'
where rare's a ray of light
The meaning of life eludes me
as it has so many before
How to wax eloquent
find its 'raison d'etre'
when mere survival is a chore
But hark, what's this? Hope's glimmer
~ Guaranteed income for us all!
I think I'll move my office straightaway
~ to the nearest vacant mall
When the sky above's azure blue
the grass below Irish green
My thoughts straightaway turn to you
Reflections of visions
yet to be seen
Winding lavender staircases
intimate moments shared
powdery-snowfall embraces
adventures yet to be dared
Parting kisses linger
'til dawn's warm sun intrudes
touching my lips with your finger
flames' fancy thus fanned ne'er subdued
Snatch
Taken
In the dead of night
Run
Hide
Stay out of sight
Hurry
Faster
Get out straightaway
Longer
Farther
Still a distance away
Stop
Breathe
While there is time
Movement
Tension
Keep on the climb
Flee
Leave
So you can be free
Advance
Arrive
“You’ve made it finally”
Crush
Mix
“I knew you wouldn’t quit”
Cup
Drink
“The trip was worth it”
Settle
Cuddle
“To help you stay healthy and alive”
Written on November 5, 2020
Never doth Wither thou destiny, for forwards you enact then thou shalt decline,
Henceforth every man shalt fret upon the blazing wine, amongst it’s loss,
Such a jeroboam shalt heed straightaway, as the human spirit shatters thee,
Opulent Tyranny hast thou been longing, thorough the Translucent stakes of Time,
And I shalt not witness your fallen louse, for nothing more can succumb to you,
Only enough can suffice for death-yet yours is enacted through the unknown.
Form:
There I stood faint-hearted at the mercy
Of your requite.
Hearing that rumbling thunder
In my mind
I plucked a red rose that withered
Straightaway as my spreadable disquiet
Infested it
Left, centre, right
In my desperate quest to stop the storm
I felt bubbling up, bubbling up, in you.
Oh! I nearly fainted to get it that there was no rainstorm
Building up but a warm welcoming heart
On that day I would have you crucified
If the wrong was against me.
A Little Like Rape
This sylph came forward
from the second row
the second day of class
and asked if
I would edit her poem
so it would read
the way it should.
I told her straightaway
that even though
this was writing class
and I was the instructor,
I couldn’t edit her poem
and still have the poem be hers.
Editing her poem, I said,
would be a little like rape,
just painful in a different way
whether she understood that
yet or not.
Donal Mahoney
The tongue's mystery
The heart's backdoor of the laughing stock
In his furtive,serpentine tongue lodges
The tongue straightaway of the highbrow,brainiac
In his beating,locked up heart camouflages
Many a foot does stumble,vacillate and actually fall
Withstand against all the odds,above all
A lapsus does incapacitate and intention reveal
Prompts irreparable mischiefs elusive to heal
Legitimate ! A tongue isn't in itself a flinty bone
Yet could fragment relics doubtable to atone.