Short Timer Poems
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When the timer dings
and the oven door opens
everyone smiles
fresh, hot, chocolate chip cookies~
Memories flood the senses
Ant
Growing
In the line
Of Discipline
To earn the life's goal
Hard work in time
Judge the worth
Of each
Stitch
©Mahtab Bangalee
they paided dues
now theyer the news
some refuse
to give up
been thur bad stuff
they have lots to say
comeing your way
time for fun and play
OLD TIMER DAY
for those who belong
and made a happy home
for us all
was there when we call
to show our repect
let know we didn't forget
give a day on you to play
OLD TIMER DAY
Theyer at age
Where life about to fade
Some with a shopping cot
Fill with a lot
Call the can man
It was not in there plan
This justareminder
One day you will bel a
old timer
A hip old-timer in Bowling Green
somehow thinks he’s still seventeen
His hair’s Brill Cream slick
He thinks Gidget’s his chic
And he’s sure he’s the next James Dean
2/10/22
they call each other honey
some have lot s of money
they still have moves
and love to grove
theyer so cool
some call old fools
cause they still can prance
it there rance
OLD TIMER DANCE
some live in the pass
theyer run out of gas
looking for new task
there mind is binder
block progress stop
and hop hate shop
old timer are winder
some got be
not off there best
theyer
STUBBON O'T
If I held all of the world in the palm of my hand
and it was in my gift to give or to take, or share
I would give it all to halt the trickle of the sand,
indeed, myself, for without you, life is hard to bear.
This stepped jest, knobby legged farce
Which, more wobbly, falls;
Old man's, up at that wing'ed
Is but left -laughing!
Air, as they do, a look of
Unrestrained relief.
'Whoopee!' with each quick sharp turn
Their own sky track in.
There was once a two-timer named Drew
He got caught by his bride to be Sue
Greeted him with a whack
Turning his left eye black
Then she eloped with his best mate Stew
Alexis Y.
01/14/2021
His wife takes him to dinner
as she always does
on his birthday wearing
bright red lipstick, a color
she detests but he likes.
He knows this means
when they get home
bright red panties will call
like a beacon in the night.
Donal Mahoney
A two-timer cheater from New York town
Who just enjoys so much to go down
Stocks tires and his likes
He owns cars and a pink bike
And he uses them when does it all down!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
September, 8, 2014
he
stood
to pray
slow
booming
sounds
faith
dripped
each
worship
word
in
King James
time
melodious
dialect
pure
poetry
sans
rhyme
Can we say once as in once upon a time
or do we now say one
I am no longer speaking
I'm busy learning how to mime.
I find it so confusing
and taxing to my brain
I don't think it's amusing
The fact is it's insane
Why have things changed so
It isn't very nice
We are now to say two times
What was wrong with twice
This teacher demanded that I write on cue.
Putting my art through an egg timer.
She forgot about the soul
how inspiration comes in starbursts
not pulled through a narrowing throat.
The egg timer is tipped over
the pencil sleeps in the slot
nothing but sand and egg on paper
what did she expect
Michelangelo or Seurat!
Complacency is like a sand timer,
each grain a moment slipping
through, a slow trickle of
potential, filling the void
of inaction, until the last
grain falls, and we
find ourselves in
the stillness,
staring at the
empty glass,
haunted by
the echoes
of time gone,
wondering
where our
dreams
have
fad
ed
I would like a magic timer please
To turn all the fairy tale frogs back into princes.
And a sparkly gold and silver money tree
To plant in the backyard and share with the neighbors.
I would like a pink pony with a unicorn horn,
Ribbons in her main, with a smart red carriage.
Decorated with roses and sunflowers.
You can sit in it while I roar past in my fire engine clanging the horn.
i set the kitchen timer
and attempt to beat the clock
it is the only way i can do things mundane
weirdly when the timer goes off
i reset it and begin the next banal task
in the throes of it, I glare at the timer
However, I have to reset it a third, fourth, and maybe a tenth time
to keep going
If there is one thing I despise it is
cleaning, dusting, washing clothes, and paperwork.
The timer is my only inspiration.
Naked to the bone
To the earth we fall
Grains falling through time
Like quick sand a vacuum
Each one of us a grain
Becoming one
with the earth
Leaving our footprint
Through sandstorms blindly
Searching the deepest depths
An ocean of life
Walking over sands
Leaving an impression
a footprint
Left in the sands of time
Creating this sandcastle
Each grain
the building block
Blown away in time
In memory of life
A grain
of thought