Short Tagging Poems

This poet of choice words-
                                  has given us all much food for thought...

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folio, 
preparing my days ahead
smoke,
red dress, extending my hand to you
chasing dragons
images tagging a warm spot
rapidness, 
my heart beats on and on

Timeless, and ultrathin...

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Political authenticity stirs gangs tagging ensued, Chicano mural in the brew





A single sentence rich in imagery, 23 syllables. 
Length is dictated by the one breath rule in the delivery of prose....

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Concert
Peter Frampton
Playing classic guitar
Solo's making awesome music
Alive



   Thank you for tagging me Carolyn,
 I now pass this challenge to Charmaine Chircop.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music.php...

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terrific troop they are
though roughens group out on
tagball field running and
tagging other player
troubleshooting their plays
tournaments combative
thankful all are close friends


4/27/2021

Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman...

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Karen once suggested
Define the nature of your poems

Many subjects
Many themes
Many styles

One common thread
Spiritual perspectives
Messages from the soul

I am a poet



Received this tag from Jared and am tagging William Cleator.  Poems must end with 
the line: "I am a poet."...

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Baby goat, you precious thing,
    I could watch you by the hour.
        Bundle of explosive joy,
leaping boldly, tagging the flowers.

Checking everything in sight,
    perfect in your form, complete,
        working up an appetite,
racing back to mother's wondrous teat.

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A Lind30sr...

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Ok Abe, you’re up next


Oh the fickle finger of fate
HG tags me..the hour is late.
I’ll be glad to pass on the spud..
Please…don’t drop with a thud
Our talented Abe will surely respond
By tagging someone of whom he is fond 
This game is raucous, writing such fun,
For our Souper Abe ..take it and run…....

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Meat and potatoes grind
In the dimly lit alleys of my mind
Under the lobster tails and lemon rind
Inside dumpsters filled with refuse enshrined
Childhood demons loosely confined 
Are darkly intertwined
With my dark shadow well defined 
Tagging wall with phrases unkind
They are always there to remind
Memories I’ve tried to leave behind...

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What a surprise!
A party. Shouts and cries.
Tagging all you want to come.
We will have such fun.
Carol is the hostess.
With the mostess.
Warmth and love.
She makes you feel.
At home, fine and real.
Dancing, singing, a game or two.
Read your latest, poem , yes do.
When it's all over.
Please remember.
Those not tagged.
Like me and you....

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Why thank you Bill for tagging me

To write a poem for soup family

I love it here, i'm having a ball

My dream is to inspire all

I've made great friends along the way

Such talented soupers, i must say

A place where you can truly be

Expressive in your poetry

A place where you just have to show it

Because just like you

I am a poet!...

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<                      once was an  cuckoo bird named Sonny
                         tagging along gramps as first  gunny
                               shooting up cereal bowls
                     with dark puffs @@@ nice ~ and ~ slow
                            Oh how trix rabbit did so runny  






Entry For Poets Destroyer 's
Your Favorite Cereal Limerick
GL All...

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Twas the night Barbara tagged me, Carolyn tagged her
My mind had gone blank, my pen did not stir
The paper  was bare as it lay on the table Can I continue the tag or am I unable
The Poets all huddled by the computer, HG having problems tagging a tutor 
When what to my wandering mind should appear A great POET to tag
Someone that  I hold dear, My Brother Ruben Ortellao YOU are Tagged...

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Vehemently tagging Victims
Impassively Impartial Illnesses Partake
Reveling in Recurrence and Replication
Unbarring any Understanding.....except Universal
Septum’s Of Organism’s Seeking Sinister Salvations 

A VIRUS…….is no mortification
Rather simply 
                     ......an unforeseen deceptive disguise  
Fervently Floating through our thick .....polluted skies~

...

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Jared, Jared he's our man, if he can't do it nobody can!
Goff found me hiding in my pity, post thanksgiving day downer
Got me running on my feet, with a cheer for the team(poetry soup)

We are shaken, never out
I let out a shout--hurray!!
Hurray! Gooo Team!!!

I was tagged by James Marshall Goff and I am tagging Jared Pickett to pass on the Holiday 
pass along game. No rules--just fun....

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Rain hitting the windshield
The sound very soothing, speaking with every drop
Hypnotizing to my eyes and ears
Here to wash away angry thoughts
Mimicking my present tears

Wind slightly rocks my Chevrolet 
Inviting the wind as I crack my window
It runs past my face  
Cooling my temper with ease
A light mist tagging along to assist

Done crying, done being angry
Think i'll stay until the rain passes...

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Counting with hidden eyes,
Holding hands, spinning singing,
Chasing, tagging
In warm summer days.
Can’t you remember?
Loved child games.
When did the never ending game end?
When did the days pass faster?
When did we grow too old,
For child games?
When did dinner come sooner?
With no time to play,
What did we do?
Forget our child games
Hidden in memories,
Always there when needed,
Are our child games....

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The rainbow fell between you n I and I watched your beautiful color change.
Feeling so refreshed anytime i remember the Love you so have for me.
Never even a little out off range.
The hope every second,the last tear that brings joy eternally and brings out abundant grace
and blessing,that which people marvel n wonder tagging me as strange.
Indeed all men are liars but  You alone, has ma hart.A new me You turneth!a page....

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Yogi bear loved to rob tourists of their lunch,
raiding picnic baskets for brunch.
Always on the lookout for the park ranger,
his antics grew even stranger.

Boo-Boo routinely got caught with pilfered snacks,
being Yogi's friend had drawbacks.
Tagging along on the promise of a treat,
he served the master of deceit.


(Clerihew)


9/05/2021


Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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Adult choosing a thousand roles,
In all the roles sizable holes…
His official first Name was Dole;
In anger dropped for Mr. Mole,,
Because another Mister Dole
Had failed in a conducted poll…

His previous celebrated goal
In a stable keeping a foal;
To other targets tagging ‘Sole’
But last year for Christ won A Soul,
His Bishop’s Staff a pole;
His thanksgiving in bowl…

A Clearly Confused Man:
Comedies you won’t ban!...

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Hearts such as mine 
such as yours
should never travel
on bullet trains.

though the trip allowed 
but a few hours 
 was never scheduled, never ours
w' nowhere to go but forward
into a dark unknown.

not one to complain 
w'you tagging along
the fare's still the same, 
I always loved your song.
 
something soothing, calming
enveloping me in timbre and tone
like softest rain falling  
o'er battered fortress walls.
...

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Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme;
balladeers who weave with lines a tale;
satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
Will my muse appear to me and show it?
That place I long to be, where they all dwell. . . 
and I'm with them because I am a poet.

(LInda-Marie, I know how you love doing spur of the moment stuff. haha. You are IT. You 
have to end your poem with those words, "I am a poet.")...

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Oh, the one on one days of yesterday,
Of boredom and babies and waiting.
Of school mornings and tagging along,
Brown paper bags, school songs.

The blowing of wind and weather,
Long stockings and hair and lunch bags,
Yellow buses and friends to savor,
Long highways, Texas dust gags.

Oh, Saturday morning quiet and wonder,
Pondering age and foreboding.
From childhood to now to that end of ends,
I stand, speak to my past now going....

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Days are like soap bubbles
Nights, like the freight train
rumbling through a ghost town

Of late,
My heart beats grudgingly,
Daily chore, a Sisyphean task
Writing is an ordeal 
the letters appear like ants
scrambling for bread crumbs,
A straight line ends up wavy
and out of place,
I walk with a pebble in my shoe,
And tagging along everywhere 
is a nagging fear…

What if?


~11/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #53...

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GROWING UP THINKING
SOMETIMES QUIET 
SOMETIMES LOUD
ACTIONS WERE TAKEN
SOMETIMES NO ACTION AT ALL
EMOTIONAL WARFARE
TUGGING AND TAGGING 
DISTURBANCE ALL AROUND
PEACE WAS HARD TO FIND TOO
DESIRED AND ANTICIPATED
TO BE QUIET WITHIN
INSIDE STRUGGLE
WAS VERY INTENSE TOO
ANSWERS NOT POPPING
HEART IN DISARRAY VERY MUCH SO
MIND TANGLING
LIKE A STAR JASMINE VINE
ON OUTSIDE LOOKING CONTENT
INSIDE GOING THROUGH
A DILEMMA  AND A CONCERN OR TWO
WISHING INSIDE WAS QUIET TOO...

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