Short Switching Poems
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Enjoying
thinking about switching
computer keep attention
to the sink for postpartum
poltergeist style
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It's a tragedy
When you make friends with shadows
By switching your fears,
And turning hours of darkness
Into havens from the light
The switch on the wall is on
With nothing plugged in is wrong!
My body all tenses
With spidery senses
Switching off the plug then I'm gone!
Screw google, and their big birds chicks....
Switching gears as her united nations wishing
Italy's vatican to change it's stance upon abortion ?
Form:
lovely long hair flips
sexy walk with switching hips
bright red painted lips
emerald round eyes
accepting drinks at the bar
like a star call girl
I walked down a road the other day
and met a neighbor while she said "Hey,"
I watched her bend over
to pet her dog "Rover"...
what a darn lucky dog I must say!
Jailed words through sentences
with commitment not nonsense
switching mode between talked
minds above below and over aim
if information goes with truth...-
I seem, chat bots, still loving you
Switching to off,
the channel went dead
The music silent
inside my head
The repose of angels
dreams of a child
Respite from salvation
—just for awhile
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The roar of the engine
The crowd goes wild
The flag switching
Even old men feel like a child
Dirt flying exhaust in the air
Children screaming zoom zoom
Its lots more fun than the fair
Cars fly bye zoom zoom
One couple pledge
A marriage vow
Build golden dream.
Together bound
Sewed a love thread
Desiring trend.
Side by side sit
Facing altar
Promise each kept.
Hand in hand grip
Switching ring
Switch vow, kissing.
Wish I was handsome stead of a physical stud
With a body to die for, I'll let you guys be the judge
Good looks have advantages
But coz I eat many radishes
My complexion's glowing red so I'm switching to fudge
Come one, come all! I've got a deal for you!
Some gently used poems for you to review!
Though some came out wrong
There yours for a song
I'm switching to knitting, so sad but true...
For Skat's contest...
I’m code-switching
On a stim
Teeth, lips
Rubbing at the brim
Austistic
Artistic
Linguistic
I’m standing on a whim
Rope in the wind
Punished
By misunderstandings
Or landings
Failed
While leveling the trim
7/9/2021
ye raping i
ye making i cry
ye kill i youth
ye raping i
ye breaking i
ye switching off i lights
i see non joy ye make i blind..
ye make i die
ye iz Lucifer
pull pull down ye zipper
ye no tear i skipper
ye make i cry.
is no i daddy ye is lie...
Here we have Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
His nasal affliction caused by his liking for beer
The deer doctor recommended switching to tea
Now Santa's p.o.'d cause the route he can't see….
For the Christmas Clerihew contest
Passion drained and switching lanes
I’ll wait to take my breath away
It slowly seeps into my sleep
Till dreams are just another day
I wake and find I’ve lost my mind
Waiting for my life to grey
Standard thoughts are tied in knots
Confusion takes my life in vein
Form:
A business man sits in a public stool
he notices a man bleeding
he is dragging himself towards him
he closes in on him whispering
the business man closes in
he is terrified beyond his recollection
the man slowly and clearly tells him,
"I just saved money by switching to geico"
I wondered if a poet could be jinxed
perhaps by switching her inks
perchance a drug to alter her thinks
or just denying her a full 40 winks...
I thought I'd find out last night
at or around midnight
But boy, could that lady fight
bit my hand ~ now I can't write
earth man undulating
stretching and switching, twitching
earth man f-ck-up
misanthropic, microscopic, right off topic
cover your ears as the music plays
screaming through speakers and popping eardrums
earth man grooving
and diving, conniving, high-fiving
what a stupid-looking motherf-cker
father sky you are
a man mendacious
sinking sand melting faces
switching places confusing me
all around i see sound &
i hear your touch before it
touches reaches in the night
despite locks & laws & dirty
paws my senses only
receive i cannot breathe
chain embedded in flesh
leaving no room to grow
PASTICHE
occasional
startling
vivacity
&verve
an
existence
random
switching
shuttling
about
immensely
enthusiastic
&
gesticulating
nsinuous
nsuperficial
&melancholic
contemplating
a suave
astonishing
pastiche
before
&
despite
either
austere
feeling
or
modishness
Driving alone through the pouring rain,
plenty of time and road to gain,
now who is that nut driving so insane,
it must be a dang lame brain,
Sakes alive! they keep switching lanes!
Why can't they wait 'til the weather wanes!?
All these nuts! done strained my brain,
Complain, complain, blame, blame, blame!
Pieces of my dream a puzzle of Destiny
so I'm putting together pieces that were destined to be pieced
I got a few pieces MISSING
an other pieces mixed in
So I put a piece in that can't fit in
So I keep switching
Once all the pieces fixed in
The puzzle complete
I look at the puzzle an see
What it speaks
CONFETTI
sitting
under prickling stars
twitching
moon weaved wedge
stares then wanes
behind looming gloom
switching
distant dreams fall
like confetti
misty and tarnished
disenchanted
vaporised visions
pearls of passion
pervasive prevailing
like confetti
© Kim van Breda—28 September 2015
I am way too flexible if anything
taking one side for a bit
then switching to another
because I am a people pleaser
and a listener
nothing I hear makes me say
“this is absolute”
because to me everything is pliable
I change my opinions pretty often too
none of my ideas are set in concrete
it works for me.