Short Tells Poems
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If I write when sat on the toilet - is it poetry in motion?
(Just asking for a friend!)
07/03/23
pop hiphop
bebop or soul
all music is gold
the words or told
about life
music is say it right
make the god bad calls
MUSIC TELLS ALL
He tells her often of her beauty
how she is his sunrise …and sunset
He tells her often of her beauty
because…she has a tendency to forget
At dusk when sun sets
birds and flies start to go home
red big size tells time
As time leads me now
Reaching Halloween evening
My clock tells me so
An evil grin it does show
With boo written on my face
Russell Sivey
she tells the story I also heard on the news
most of the facts she spouts are alternative facts
Her version is a better story
embellishment that adds flavor
but also lies
The picture on the wall
kites on the electric wire
Broken light
Through the known gaps of trees
The new letter in the old envelope
Shadow on the path of eve
Tells to sing for dark.
Trump Tells Many Jokes
Not only does Trump tell many jokes,
He still tries to fool us friendly folks;
Hard to bare;
Does not care;
Convince others things are all a hoax.
James Horn
the hummingbird left
a message to the flower,
when he kissed her...
They are perpetual secrets,
that we will never notice...
except when one day
let's learn from nature
the signs... !
Bloody war raged on.
Superpower leader said:
"Sometimes kids fighting
like crazy in the yard, can't be parted."
"Best leave them fight on for a while."
Anyone care for TACO and cheese?
Mum said, "No sex before marriage,
It tarnishes the union’s carriage.”
I’m in her wedding photo,
What happened to her motto?
Why the rain of words that discourage?
September 1, 2024.
time teaches through triumphant tutorials ~
though trials tighten tough territorials.
23 July 2022
'Begin With A Letter' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating without a doubt.
wow she now tells me,
you are a much better friend,
then they are to you.
sky overcast, raindrops falling
rhythmic pattern, so delighting
our heart expands, feeling deep joy
until appears, mindful thought ploy
roofs leaking, stoic hearts wailing
18-July-2021
Pinocchio was sitting on the water lilies wondering what to do
He had lied to so many people, and I mean quite a few…..
a frog came by and pushed him off and he fell on his rear
Get out of here, said the frog, we do not like liars here
A fascinating journey it's been.
Reciprocal peaks and valleys.
Worry lines,laugh lines also
tell the world my story
that I've come this far.
Darkness and light;
joy and pain
mine to
own.
written October16th 2013
for Dr. Ram Mehta's Nonet contest
He was dressed like a circus clown for his grandma made him.
He thought it made him look silly, thoughtless and dim.
She was dressed as a fortune teller full of liveliness vigor and vim.
She told him his fortune and knew she would grow up and marry him.
truth
extend
her hands
through
knowledge and wisdom
throughout
the land
truth
pull lightning
from the storm
we
go
hand in hand
we
walk
shoulder to shoulder
we
learn
how to see
with
fresh eyes
what
truth understands
what
truth
tells every man
Joyful memories carve
a forever-space in time.
Impermanence clips at our heels
with Luciano and Beverly's last songs.
Complacency gnaws at our life-rope
as wild strawberries
go unnoticed,
until the rope snaps
and we hear the cries of Rigoletto
ringing in our ears.
The narrator tells the story
And everyone gives their attention
They are listening accordingly
In order to understand the situation
Today's youth are encouraged
To get a valuable education
In order to become a leader tomorrow
And step forward in a positive direction
Everyone tells a story
Few are boring as hell
Few make me jump in joy
Few make me bite my nail
Few let me crouch in corner
Few make me wince in pain
But all are unique
It’s an art
As I am crazy listener,
I travel along the story
And love to carve it delicately in my heart ??
each borderline mirror,
broken fragments,
an open edge,
each missed edge,
every cut of missed intent
calls for hands of glass
sharp for loss, for splinters,
broken pictures and edges that
form a skin of red hills
that shapes and bleeds and
cries a trail of doors and loss
and all of this and less
tells a story
17-05-2017
They say dead man tells no tale but I say he does
He's like an artist who picks up the mike
And sings any song he like
He's six feet under but his voice
Tells a tale he's written
Just listen attentively to what he says sadness and rapture
Reflects all over his picture
Because dead man does tell tales if chance given
Well, the Hornet Queen who knows who she is, or if
she if, tells, creation that the lines off commutication
is broken at times and the message is wrong, and
they mean no harm if they could just be justice in the
war of the thrones and in the end he well see that they
are well golden and his delight. Its the invention not
them or they or we , me or I
Everybody tells me I got a beautiful sun tan
Finally
Because I spent couple days
In the sun
Before my sun tan
My skin was white and pale
Looking like cottage cheese
That was awful
I must say
I like my sun tan
Very much
Also now that is summer
I spend a lot of time in the
Boardwalk
I came to the boardwalk
Every day
First thing in the morning