Short Strode Poems
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The new Secretary of the HHS?
How did we ever get into this mess?
'Twas when into RFK Jr's brain it strode,
an enterprising nematode.
He dressed as a jack-o-lantern
costumed in uncommon pattern
strode through the park
though it was dark
and was mistaken for slattern
Honors to the missing bestowed
Soured milk carton full of toad
Milk from the carton did unload
Through white puddles a black cat strode
William Strode loved to recite aloud
a public orator so proud
Chaplain to the Bishop of Oxford
perhaps he read his poetics to his 'Lord'
Remember when we strode on a scenic road,
While we had been bearing very heavy load;
Out would gaze,
For long ways;
On our sad and weary bodies surely showed.
Jim Horn
In the good old days,
Backyard loos were the way,
The old blip carter appears,
From a dim and distant year,
Had the blip can on his back,
Strode off down nostalgia's track!
Arty stuff No 7
Raphael's old mate, namely Titian,
Was thinking of taking up fishin',
He was reading a book
About slinging your hook,
Then strode off with his rod on a mission!!
There once was a Nun and a Druid
Exchanging some bodily fluid,
When along strode the Father
Who heard all the bother,
Lost stickum while coming unglu..ed.
With ecstasy I climbed
With sorrow I roamed
With perseverance I forged
With loneliness I strode
With fear I was conquered
With courage I rose
With care I walked
Without love I refuse to go
A skunk strode by my window last night
Spreading his rancid aromatic delight
His must be a lonely life
Couldn’t have too many friends you’d think
You really have to face it folks
For the guy really does stink
The doctor strode in, his stethoscope was swinging.
There was sneezing so loud, it left his ears ringing.
He went back through the door
He couldn’t do anymore
As for the sneezing, he tried to pretend it was singing
Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets
Once Great Leader with empty pockets
Strode our World distributing nuggets
Nuggets Made in China
Slick smooth like Godiva
Now makes Godiva China rockets.
© T. Wignesan – Partis, 2013
Queen of tulips strode in to look over her fields one day
the verdent green background was prominently on display
an army of yellow tulips was nodding happily her way
orange tall flowers graciously greeted her, our Queen named McKay.
A lion, a tin man, and a scarecrow.
Followed Dorothy, beyond the rainbow.
Singing and dancing, they strode,
Along the yellow brick road.
Where an old witch, plunged them knee deep in snow.
1l / 23 / 2024.
An eerie feeling grips, goose
pimples
A sign of the fear present in
people
The dread of the green leaved
masquerade
On the grounds our ancestors
strode
It's a place where mortals and spirits
couple.
(Written on the 25th June, 2015)
The Doc strode in, looking quite grim
'The results of your physical just came in
It's my duty to tell you this straight to your face.'
Suppressing a sigh, he opened a briefcase
'Sir,' he smiled. 'All the test results show
~ Your heart's in the right place!'
The adulterer and adulteress rode
In a gilded carriage, while horses strode
Many looked on with pride
Others hated the ride
Most of the world yawned in blasé mode
I had some thoughts when they said he was the leader of the Church Of England.
At the end of this past night's dream, I came around the corner and saw into the kitchen, where Wilum was doing the dishes. I stood a moment paralyzed, realizing he was a ghost, as he turned and smiled at me. I said, "Oh. You came." I strode forth and hugged him tightly, and woke weeping.
She was fair,
with blonde hair
I saw myself
within her eyes,
she bought fortune in my life
and she was a boon to my wife,
she strode along the beach
her fingers clasped with mine,
I saw innocence
within her eyes,
she grew up to be the woman
whom I saw within her eyes.
18/10/2016
I wandered by an autumn stream
looking for what’s past
I slept inside a winter dream
searching for what lasts
I strode the paths of springtime crossed
listening for a song
Whose words, that now to me are lost
—in summer called so strong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013)
Where Saffron grew
is a Nursing home now
the demolished past
haunts us again
Where lovers once strode the fields
is a motorway now
Past love, knew no bounds
With faith in each other
and infinitive love
we walk the freckled way
The Ghosts speak softly
They have been recalled today
Watching the descent
without god
in an intelligent design.
Come have a look at
our adversary.
The template offers an open hand.
The culture of hunger
in this urbane obscenity
sitting on the payment making a motif.
The giant strode into
the hut to blame the poor
who would not eat his words.
Satish Verma
A dime in his pocket
hope in his heart
Just his clothes on his back
but he’d make a new start
Constricted at home
he took to the road
Foraged for food
yet upright he strode
Three days and two nights
of this, all it took
For him to come home ~
let mom and dad off the hook
With steam in my eyes,
I strode deftly towards the sun.
"embrace the flames that warm me"
eventually..
to be engulfed is to feel..
burning is acceptable.
With steam in my veins,
I plummet into neglect..
to a more natural plane..
where the sun is gold..
It's glow can never be mine.
I would keep it for myself....
She donned her wafflestomper shoes
and strode towards the distant hills:
a walk was sure to cure the blues,
to dry her tears, forget the bills.
She spent the day enjoying life
and realised she would survive -
although no longer called his wife,
no need for death; she'd stay alive.
Returning home, her head held high,
she saw her ex and blacked his eye.