Short Substandard Poems
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Berth Write/limerick
There was a young wordsmith from Perth
who when writing would question the worth
of words from the thesaurus
he so hoped would awe us
though placed in a substandard berth
John G. Lawless
6/9/2015
Spoken Words
Hurtful words relayed,
"Dislike"
Inopportune timing,
"Inconvenience"
Poor judgement displayed,
"Disappointment"
Opinions expressed,
"Substandard"
Choices made,
"Deserving"
The Unspoken word ...
"I'm sorry"
I will be there for you
Past night I saw a dream.
Nobody else but me and you.
Far from I was eyeing you,
numb;
secret admirer I was.
I hate distances.
Alas, I am substandard,
not enough to match you.
But in the end,
my dream, my angel, my life-
I will be there for you.
The most gifted poets who ever wrote
Occasionally penned gibberish and tripe
Even Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Keats
Sometimes were at a loss for words
In exchange for a royal coin or a token
Valued principles were sometimes broken
Even poets will follow the popular herds
To sit with the noted, the famous elites,
Writing mediocre poems of every stripe
I pluck my own beam, seeing their mote.
written June 16, 2021
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
Soothingly spiritual, sublime sweet songs.
Seismically sensitive subsurface screens;
Substandard systems severe shakes scarce seen.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
Subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
Somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
Sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
Cycle of Life
By: Miracle Man
6/26/2020
It’s a human tendency to forget,
for even the sharpest of minds.
I forget things and oft regret,
as days pass and life unwinds.
I often take walks into my past,
where all good memories are stored.
I excavate thoughts unsurpassed,
those substandard are ignored.
My life has seen four quarters,
spring, summer, fall, and winter.
I’ve tried to be a goodwill supporter,
focused on the cross in the center.
millions of people,
many substandard,
although this,
i have met someone whom is contrary,
one who rambles,
about nothing, yet everything,
someone who is so kind,
warm hearted,
this is someone whom will love,
and love, and love again,
it absolutely does not matter,
how many times you shatter them,
or stomp on them like they’re nothing,
they will stop, and smile,
pretending everything’s alright,
because that is what you do,
you stand up and show the world,
it simply needs love