Short Thirty Seven Poems

Having a broken
leg means no fun except for
laughing at my jokes...

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outside my front door 
millions of raindrops fall down 
a distant rumble...

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When your computer screams 
about your ‘silent moves’?
You missed the point....

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Here comes Presidential candidate, Pete
He's thirty-seven, so young and so sweet --
   Pete thinks, "Since I am gay,
   the most natural way
to campaign ~ is to twitter and/or tweet."...

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Sliding slowy across the red den's 
Carpet her bare naked beauty 
Moist her love's, desire's...
Thirty seven twenty four thirty five
Scented pink, champagne vanilla white
Midnight glances chocolate sighs; purrr....

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Thirty seven years have gone by
Each moment fulfilling 
Seeing you, heart let’s out a sigh
Pure joy, over spilling 

Together, hand in hand
Destiny, by God planned 
Life beauteous and grand

Rapture that endears
Thirty seven years

01-October-2021
Quietus...

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Chief John Smith was a learned chief
revered by some, respected by many
he had taken over the Chippewa as a young man
his peers were all gone now, for he was ninety-six
he figured he might have a year or two left
he lived to be one hundred and thirty-seven
surprising many including himself...

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do you know number seven
well you do but thirty seven the magic
one one one
two two two
three three three
four four four
five five five
six six six
and satan on the avenue
let's pass eight until you reach nine
the end as you are not one of the ten as it is not such a number
but I jump the rope of sanity...

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Roast beef was fabulous!
I ate it so fast I could barely swallow.
Unfortunately it was insanely hot.
I am now suffering from burnt tongue.
This is day three. Almost thirty-seven hours later.
Why am I such a pig? I ask myself.
Grunting begins, and berating.
Louder and louder.
I laugh.
Shame no
longer works
on myself....

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Seven-thirty-seven on time
But wait!  We just stalled on a climb!
Nose dive like a swan
Boeing going gone
No more time to finish this rhyme. . .

Saint Peter has just met the wife
She's still chatting about her life
This queue's getting long
 She broke into song!
Hark!  Do  you hear Beelzebub's fife?...

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My grandfather put up the swing when he courted grandma
I know it had a history only known to the two of them
It was always there, in the thirty-seven years I knew them.

The day grandfather died, I watched the swing fly up in the air
Grandma materialized briefly and smiled at me.
That’s how I knew he had made it to heaven....

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I parked my car on the corner of Jim, and
am sitting here patiently waiting for him..
For thirty-seven years I was his wife.
Some things never change in this life.
I'm generally early.
He's chronically late, so I play the game
of hurry up and wait..
I parked my car on the corner of Jim, sit
patiently waiting, again and again......

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my birthday
it comes once a year
I enjoy thee attention
the thought  of people thinking of me
of my mother still sending money
of my husband forgetting,
but getting us invited to Red Lobster just the same
of my kids making homemade cards
of customer's wishing me happy birthday
and feeling like a kid again
opening presents and eating cake...

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My first car was a thirty-seven Ford

   It would do all of forty-five when floored

      The horn played Little Bo Peep

         Had straight pipes on the old heap

            Cops not amused as about town I roared

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 1 in Carol Brown's "My First Car" Contest - March 2012...

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August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another of their own; Celestial's child ?






* ...."Lawana Faye Workman-Sadberry, Born August 8th, 1937, 'Her Beauty,' 
A Journey Unto Love's Stars, May 16th, 2013 * 'I Love You Mom,' Always.... *...

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Children fell asleep 

Heavenly the dreams they had-- 


In death's land awoke! 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
    08 October 2022




Last Thursday, at a daycare center in northeastern Thailand, a former police officer killed thirty-seven people of whom twenty-five were young children, some as young as two years of age. 
I dedicate this Senryu to their memory!...

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Hundreds of thousands of notebook pages had been tossed out
With only one side used, the other side virginal.
Because squiggles leaking through distract me.
Today I have attempted to use both sides of the page.
An enormous trial for me. 
And why?
Because seventeen cent notebook now cost thirty-seven cents?
I roll my eyes at myself.
And return to my original plan.
Each page only use one side....

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What does that mean?
I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure
like if it means like you don't like
the use of the word like then is like, 
like un acceptable?

Or if you meet a stranger who has
no idea you just spent
thirty seven hours in the ED with your
daughter who tried to OD and they make a crack
about valium, is that un acceptable?

And who is the one who
does the accepting anyhow?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Enlighten me, please....

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she spent seventy-six years of life
not living her dream
wanting to though

i never wanted to teach she told me
how long did you teach? I asked.
thirty-seven years

What did you want to do?
I wanted to be an artist.
Did you create art during vacations?
No. I was too tired.

Did you do art on weekends?
No. I was depressed.
Now that you are retired, are you doing art?
No. I am blind in one eye.
I cannot do art now....

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Simeon the Syrian
born in 390
carried to extreme
self-denial and mortification. 
For thirty seven years
he resided atop a six foot wide pillar
seeking redemption, 
giving advice to peers,  
and preaching the word.
From about ten feet high
to seventy feet,
new pillars stood closer to God.
His legacy carried on to 1900 AD
as new martyrs came forth 
to continue his word.

*From Greek “Stylos” meaning Pillar
© Apr 10 2010...

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Along the Turkish lanes - I had to ,
An outcast with face held high, 
But with the lowered in soul,
Where the yellow walls 
Are scratching the shoulders without touching,
I think of you.
Almost found a way to escape for days,
That you can count with one fist.
From this not native country to native,
To that native bed where you were not every night ,
Not hours in a row, 
But just sometimes.
 
*Gojo, a gypsy name, means beautiful....

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Dear ‘Prudence’
would have been my fate 
after the song
if he had his way
luckily that night in June
not a moment too late
nineteen eighty-six
my mother crowned me Kate
although…
thirty-seven years since
my name, as he knows
just some blue eyed stranger.

‘Annie’ is the girl dad made
watched her grow
not me
just another moniker
for him alone
only now did I discover 
was after his bloody beloved
childhood cat.

Figures…
...

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mercurial me
Gemini 
painter
cartoonist 
poet
from the mid west USA
Iowan
a rapidly transplanted nomad
My husband moved me thirty-seven times
I attended eighteen colleges before I received a B.A.
masters degree achieved in 1996
I have now attended thirty-seven colleges
Masters plus ninety
I will never be able to get enough school
professional student
school counselor
wife
mother
mother-in-law
grandmother of ten
mother of a dog and a cat
lover of nature...

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