Short Straw Poems
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Feathers or Straw
Miracle Man
8/6/2024
Peace of mind catnaps,
on the bed of soft feathers;
not anxiety.
Gracious patience, virtue keeping,
I find your treasure, magic, more.
Foolish girls seek pearls whilst sleeping;
I sit and spin my gold from straw.
Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo,
drums beat loud, a finger shows
Tigers prowl within our reach
—on tippytoes our fate impeached
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
He dims the light
for a mystic boe
to enter in glory
gently panting
and pawing
the crystalised earth.
Slowly he kneels
with the majestic beast
before a smiling babe.
Last Straw Trump Possessed
For a while now we stood aghast;
Trump had a tendency to procrast;
He is imperil;
Bottom of barrel,
And straw in possession is his last.
Jim Horn
The old straw hat was worn,
Its top center was torn.
Some scissors and thread,
Fixed the hole in its head.
Till it is worn out once more.
Glad we don't have to build a nest of straw
Like the birdies do, one by one with their claws
No heating in the winter
Gotta scrounge for dinner
And provide for my twenty-four hatchlings
my mother once said:
take the straw, but not the red one
red is the color of blood and warning signs.
so I took the blue one
well done, now you can have your coconut milk.
and I took a sip and melted down into a pool of coconut blood
His straw sank to the bottom
Hey babe you need a straw to stir your drinks
Beautiful pickup line hon, what do you thinks
I think your blue calm ocean
Needs some whirling motion
I see a whale curing your blues as it sinks
connie pachecho
1/10/17
Buck buck buh-buck-buck
Buck buck buh-buck
Buck buck, buck buck, buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buck buck buck buck
Buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.
Dedicated to a fine poet on soup Gershon Wolf.
In an old cowboy town in Wichita
Staying alive meant being quick on the draw
The Straws and Jones shoot out
Was bloody without doubt
All killed except one he was' The Last Straw'.
Written 18th July 2019.
To wisps of straw, we cling in hope
A tragicomic tale
We are free, yet needlessly grope
Chasing illusions stale
There’s no need to be meek
Know we are strong, not weak
We are That, who we seek
Why bend in awe
To wisps of straw
09-December-2021
Quietus
These last few years have put our world to test:
Pandemic threat, political unrest,
Divisive strife, we hoped, our past forgot
As lives that mattered were, in cold blood, shot...
But nothing impacted and shocked us more
Than unjustified and uncalled war.
March 6, 2022
10 syllables per line
Wisps of straw to which our heart clings
Cause of our suffering
Choose those vibrations that bliss brings
Mind-body transcending
Use free will, to be still
Let nectar overspill
As voids within all fill
Thoughts we draw
Wisps of straw
28-September-2021
Quietus
Scarecrows
Birds foes
Farmland
They stand
Dress codes
Old clothes
Plus hat
With that
Deploy
Decoy
Away
Birds stay
No fear
This year
Good yield
From field
Without
A doubt
The best
Harvest
Backed by
Straw guy
Straw gal
As well.
(The girl scarecrows do well too lol)
24.08.23
The final straw
thinly concealed stripe
heavy line easy
simple strike
it doesnt make me queasy
so simply fascinating
as it spreads further apart
the flood procrastinating
before it can start
shield cleanly cut
breaking tiny swords
not cold not hot
the flood is a horde
split the canvas
dry and crumbling
frames the tower as
and leaves them shambling
Epitome of fashion, elegance, class!
Perched atop the young head of that lass,
Exudes style, with floral forms,
Protects from heat swarms,
straw woven
charms,
cash driven,
Labour of poor farms,
by peasants with hunger qualms,
fills money pockets of top brass,
Epitome of fashion, elegance, class!
Written 15/07/2020
Andaree poetry contest
Sponsor Joseph May
The Second To The Last Straw
Just Forgiving One More Time,
This Isn’t A Super-Wide Camel's
Back With A Minor Tolerance In Mind.
The Conditions For Unconditional
Can Quickly Toughen Love To Scars.
There Maybe Something Out Of
Place I Can Rearrange…
Ummm,
Depending
How
You Really
Are.
Nope.
Whatever.
Closed.
Sorry.
-Gray Squirrel
07-27-2025
I run in circles all day long
doing a heap of chores and
getting things done
but I'll tell you what I truly find exhausting.
It's the waiting and not knowing,
it sets me back and slows me down.
It frustrates me to the bitter end.
Instead of multitasking
I end up multimasking
juggling and pretending
to be the patient person
that I'm really not.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She said she had stopped loving me long ago
Now, her goal was to make me miserable,
Not the least of kind affections does she show
And her villainy is far more than considerable,
It seemed to start after our first year of bliss
Which is something I will surely always miss.
Enough! Enough, I say, of this utter travesty
For it is clear enough, she is worthless to me!
written December 15, 2021
I am scared, especially when that
Thought crosses my mind.
It’s like strolling past an expensive boutique,
Where beautiful pieces catch my eye,
Yet remain just out of reach.
Still, I pause to admire them,
Rather than altering my path.
For I know they are worth the longing.
It might be hard to wait for
A dream that may never come true,
But giving up is even harder
When you know it's everything you desire.
Amidst summer’s day
Post middle school finale
In the concrete valley
A vanguard viking lay
We gathered as a ragtag crew
Peeled his corpse off the floor
Carrying him, despite the gore.
To the stream, as we knew what to do
Fashioning a mausoleum of straw
Hoping he felt no disdain,
His grave enveloped in flame
And gently floated away.
It was there I thought to myself,
“What is the meaning of it all?”
A soft excited glowing sunburst center shows her love to flying things
a cheerful strawflower shows love to grasshoppers whose legs zing
Papery bracts pose as petals, fooling beetles falling from forest trees
Her patchwork quilt attracts butterflies, humans, and native bees
Butterflies flock to the quilt of the meadow, enjoying strawflower reveal.
Reveling in the happiness of the day and the joy that they now feel
Silently you went to disappear in blue -
alone or unalone -
I was watching a moth
on the burning lamp in night way
scrawled flat as death’s signature
on the heap of broken wings,
between space and time
an extra dimension,
the position of a point from void to
center of chaos,
life extracts the measurement,
a smile lost the lips
a vision, eyes –
outside body, the soul scribbles
mist and crumbs of age.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound!
Nineteen times before the sour dregs
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain.
She racks each open with a metal comb
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed.