Short The States Poems
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Trump Morons for Mates Horn Haiku
Saw Trump in the States,
Speeding on some roller skates,
With morons for mates.
Jim Horn
Once upon, In the States, as you know,
Lived the politic, named - Sleepy Joe.
It was hard to detect
In his speech intellect
Because Joe was extremely slow
APRIL FOOLS!
Please forgive me for lying.
April Fools Day is a tradition practiced mostly in the states.
April 1st is the official free for all prankster date.
My country is coming too its knees,it is dieing ,the land of the free,please God this can not
be,help my people back to their feet,so once again the states will be complete!
Form:
Put The Point's, .... Down;
Is Lengthened, Wow, .... Our Strength!
Field's Across The States,
Our Heart's To Bring!
An akita is so spoiled and cocky
That he'll have only fine sushi and sake
But by tempting the fates
He's been shipped to the States
Stuck with pizza and beer in Milwaukee
2/27/23
The English say black cats are good -
They think we bring them charming luck;
But in the States, black cats are bad,
So trans-Atlantic flights just suck!
for Deb's metre contest
I think this is iambic tetrameter
once again
i've eaten
too much
soup
my bladder
from the last
twenty four hours
has given in to not
giving
again the
tracks are
backing up
after all
in the States
why don't we have
bullet trains
Form:
Does the U.S. Constitution speak of marriage at all
Does it restrict giving birth to the Spring or the Fall…
The Bill of Rights reserves many matters to the states
When federal courts interfere, what a mess they create
The cold wind blows down the streets
as dresses replaces skirts
as the chill sets in across the states.
Geese flying on the cold breezes
searching for some green grass
to fill their gillets full of grains.
Long replace short sleeves
as they feel the goose bumps.
It was after the times of mules
Irish slave contracts
Inside of the states of minds
Of those who fled from effort
Abandoning life in infancy
Creating devastation
And fermenting grew, cresting above skies
Literatures from slaves
Unwilling to begin Roman tongues
A time before the Republic
TRAGEDY
Shell in thou monster
Bring me not out
Lock me like a snail
But don't kill me in a stake
Lie me not to the ground like slate
But dress me elegantly like the states of Nigeria
Build me up like the coat of arm
Which wears many colours
Shell in thou monster
Till you are ready to shine like a diamond you are.
Frozen certainty, white lacey prism
Ever motion to become
Between the states of liquid, solid or vapor
Rain, sleet, snow, fog or humidity
Which form will you take?
To blanket our great state
Visible or felt on bare flesh, chill bumps rise
Send the delicate dry, lacey frozen form to close the school
Just one day, please!
musket
predecessor to the rifle
named for mousquette or sparrow hawk
smoothbore long-barreled firearm
cumbersome, heavy to lift
musket
used by infantrymen
during the War Between the States
Sometimes referred to as the Civil War
Or Sherman and Lee's war
musket
heavy to lift,
large-caliber, clumsy,
muzzle loading
shoulder gun
musket
There are many questions that worry mankind
Has Katie`s sister got a lovely behind ?
Is there life on Mars or even in the States ?
Will Obama and the Iranians ever be mates ?
But the biggest question that should concern us the most
And keep us here talking from coast to far coast
Why do the actors in Navy CSI
Always wave mugs as coffee as the camera passes by ?
Judges make decisions
Based on what they like and know;
Though we may disagree – oh well,
That’s just the way things go.
From tiny little contests
To affairs about the states,
The critics’ declarations
Often lead to great debates.
When their rulings, though, are reckoned,
Be assured that they won’t budge
For there’s dominance and power
In the calling of a judge.
I could run 1700 miles
With just one breath
One intent
I could fly across the states
With my arms spread wide
Flying high
I could make it there
In just one hour
Or less
Fall into your arms
Smile in your kiss
Bask in your warmth
Your eyes light up
We could dance beneath Louisiana trees
As The stars burn like tea candles
I could run 1700 miles
Fly all the way to your heart
In my dreams
The war between the states had just begun.
Blue and gray met at a place called Bull Run.
The North blue army marched from Washington.
This was in April, eighteen sixty-one.
The South achieved victory on that day.
Men wearing gray sent the Yankees away.
A hopeful quick end lasted four long years.
A high price was paid with both blood and tears.
Robert Pettit 4-5-12
We met in the Philippine’s tropical glow
Those days feeling like dreams drifting soft and free
Your laughter in the air made the whole world slow
The time shaping a path meant for you and me
You crossed to the states with a hope we could grow
A beautiful life built by distant decree
Fifteen years have shown love will never depart
Beautiful island girl is home for my heart
Katrina is such a beautiful name
Much too pretty for a hurricane
When the storm crossed the shore
Lives were changed for evermore
Mothers praying, babies crying
Many lost, many dying
People were scattered across the states
Some lost everything, even mates
Nearly a year has come and gone
And there's still so many without a home
Nobody knows how it will end
There's still so many hearts to mend
The Unknown Confederate
We’ll never know his name
He was born an American
A son of the US
A son of the South
Politicians decided his fate
Drew a line between the states
He fought for the side he was given
We do not know how he died
And that really doesn’t matter
We know he died defending his homeland
He was a Confederate soldier
But, he was still an American
And he was and will be a hero
Black loyalist
One time slave of George Washington
Fighting with the British against rotten Yankees
3000 blacks went with us and came with us
In the States now
Black folks but seeming there now just left to rot
But cherished now our black loyalists in England
Part of us
Last night I dreamt a dreary dream
Beyond the clashing rocks
I saw a dead man win a fight
And I think that man was I
press-a-dent dump
called canada
one of the worst
countries
to deal with
in the world
well
no more trips
to the states
of
we take care
of our citizens
health and old age
THROUGH THE LAW
NOT BECAUSE OF WEALTH
OR A DUMB BELL IN CHARGE
press-a-dent dump
is an *******
and as the usa says
we're the best
no f---ing way man
i wouldn't live there
it stinks like hell
len
Regina
Compassionate, Kind, Responsible and Conscientious
Daughter of Steve and Norma, niece, wife, cousin – only child
Lover of Nature, Animals and a good pizza
Who feels tenderness, melancholy, creative
Who fears rejection, drowning and death
Who would like to see Israel, all the states, Jesus and…
all those family who have gone on to heaven
Resident of the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina
Riddle
* I'm a vegetarian, so this second limerick is not to be taken literally.
Whether or not you live in the States,
to my poet friends, wrought by the Fates,
I sure would like to convey,
a happy Thanksgiving Day,
to everyone, and my Australian mates.
Did they really land on Plymouth rock,
and when they hit it, was it a shock?
I don't know about you,
but I can't wait til two.
I want my turkey* at one o'clock.