Short Tamper Poems

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Premium Member Query of Life 2

~ one seed holds all life ~ why dost you tamper with the primordial pool? Kim Rodrigues © 2017


Powerful Nature

Never tamper with nature
for its colossal arms and majestic face
can conquer you in an instant

30.07.2021
Bite Size Poem no15, Line Gauthier

Alliteration Poem

Date due, destruction
Building being blownup
Father flipping furious
Tramp tries to tamper
Delays dangerously diagnosed
Short supply sandbags
Try tomorrow,Tuesday,

Never Missing Daylight Fun

Am I a happy camper
Always in a way
Would not want to tamper
With the dawning of the day

I arise before the sun
Each and every day
Never missing daylight fun
Bye, I'm heading out to play
Form: Rhyme

Staring Out the Window

Staring out the window
Dark shadows cross my path
And tamper with my mindset
I’m looking to forget
Where we are traveling
But I turn my head
Glancing over at you
And I suddenly remember
I’m going home
Where you won’t be
Form:


Premium Member Pant

Hold me you bloody fool 
make love to my mind 

cover me with your embrace 
tamper with my wants enter 

into my needs shower me 
with moon lit kisses drown me 

within your passionate glow 
stop breathe sigh and touch me

Resplendent Percussion

RESPLENDENT PERCUSSION 



ON WET DAMP FEET 



TAMPER THE DRUM 



A SINGLE CONCEIT 



WISE OWL 
  


DARKER  TREE 



SHADOWS GROW 



WHITE MOON 



POND RISES IN THE DISTANCE UPON EYES 



AS WIND ACROSS THE FIELD SHIVERS ME 



COMPLETE SORROW
Form:

Scalphes

Austerrorty Loving Poly-trick-sons.
Hell'sCare Echoes numbing brick Stunts.
Code mediation tween 2 adresees.
Entrapic Chips Swirlled Expressionist Ease.
Asynchronicity's Lost Pan-thesese.
Law's tamper freeflowin Energies freeze.
Pamper Complexity; Pigpen's Posts Shameshun.
Form: ABC

The Day and Night Calling Me Sleep Calling Me To Rise

~The Day & Night Calling me Sleep, Calling Me to rise~

To my Nightcowel, I know I heard thee every night, my words a sway in thee wisper of the breeze, Only to sleep on & rise in the sun-light to tamper thee words outcasting crys, into a sleep, that twas like I awoke in a dream of night.

Adult Tamper Tantrum

adult tamper tantrum
last straw explosions 
of pent up emotions 
that could no longer 
be contained underneath 
the surface anymore 
had to be released 
could not stay burred 
any further 
emotional cleansing 
emotional clarity 
emotional closure 
every once in a while 
even the adult soul 
needs to vent
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Of Politics

of politics

my conscience speaks,
i tamper it down,
blend it with ice
and plenty of lies,
spin wild tales
of the frappe sea,
and make them drink.

this liquid amalgamation 
is like the salty sea -
driving them mad,
filling them with dread,
waves lapping overhead,
killing them dead.

Kim Rodrigues ©2016

Tamper With the Lock

who touch me 
with out me 
giving permission

rub on my body 
and had my nerve's 
twitching 

jump on my 
bed 
and took turns 
just kicking

snub on probaly 
when the bird 
was cooking in the kitchen

hail cover the ground 
as hell 
bubble in side

shelled under 
the town 
as shells 
stumble 
my pride
Form:

Premium Member No Safety Net

Listen to poem:
why would we tamper
with the delicate balance
of what we have

why would we risk
tipping the scales of illusion
when calm is reinstated

walking the tightrope
between love
and longing

the world seeming less hostile
and somewhat right again
if only for a moment 



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021

AP:  Honorable Mention 2021

Camembert Pear

Pendulum clock grandfather caramel pear 
    Pacified cogs set time tamper potential 
    Tranquil hands erase a thousand arousals 
    Blossom fuzz snow covers midday Summer thrum
    Camembert cows graze daisy dot Milky Ways 
       




            20th September
            Written for Contest:
            Hypnogogic Dream
            Sponsor: Suzette Richards

The Old Man Next Door

Oh how I hate the old man next door
He makes my skin crawl
Makes my stomach turn

Lurking in the shadows
Peeping in windows
How dare he tamper
With the only comfort I know

It's rather sick
The way they care for him
Keeping him alive
Causing me to perish

One day maybe things will change
And fortune will smile upon me
I'll wake up to find out he's died of old age
And he will no longer be able to haunt me
© Lisa Hicks  Create an image from this poem.

Blue Bird

Round round tap tap clap clap clap onwards chant. Tyrannical faith, get drenched in flow, outpour downpour core directed circular drainage.
 
Apex. Tidal. Damper. Tamper. Mystify yet unify and gain strength. Adhere to gods of old ancient wisdom healing the new.. Glow times magnification . amplified ambience blue blue bandage style. Whilst the small blue bird sings a hppy tune.
 
NAVAL. NAUTICAL. NEED. NURTURE. NUT. NEEM.
Form:

Premium Member It's Summer Lets Build a Above Ground Deck

If you want to build a deck,
do it yourself
all you need is...

25---2"x 16"x 16"  red stepping stones
15---Bags of all purpose sand
1----tamper
a level
some standard bricks 40 to add to the decor
one round point shovel, dig it...
a garden and a leaf-rake
one outdoor push broom
do this all yourself 
now you've got my list 
to build your own ten-foot by ten-foot deck



7/4/18
written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Form: List

Laughter

Laughter is a balm to soothe
Whatever makes you ache
And those who would reject that thought
Are making a mistake.

Just spend an afternoon or eve
With friends from long ago
And reminisce until the giggles
Start to overflow.

For when you’re caught up having fun
The bad stuff slinks away,
Afraid to tamper with the joy
On obvious display.

If only we could bottle up
Those laughs for future use,
Then all the sadness lurking ‘round
Perhaps we could reduce.
Form: Rhyme

Deceptio

I'm just talking as if I don't know 
how to put the weight of mistakes 
on the scale anymore
a kind of beneficial oblivion 
capable of sweetening the sourness of mistakes

maybe I found the right way 
to lovingly tamper with disappointment
decreasing the violence of his damage 
and bringing it to a comfortable size
so that it fits in my jeans pocket 
and allows me to parade one more time like this:
the washed face of one 
who blindly trusts the very lie of his redemption

A Handiwork of Short Temper

As a hurting song is being sung,
At a white polo shirt is flung
What can have been a cow’s dung
And on same it foully clung
 And on a nearby face hung;
All a hurried indiscreet challenge
By one refusing to change,
As though it is beyond his range,
The idea pointblank strange
Or one’s denial of a sweet orange!

At last, the fastest arrangement for a detergent,
Lest victim should arrange his brother sergeant…
“Once again, the quick-to-burst temper
Proving it can with a lot tamper.
Form: Rhyme

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