Short Tramp Poems
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hard
not on purpose
But
hard
The alter ego of Charles Spencer Chaplin
Was a disaster just waiting to happen
The Little Tramp was clearly oblivious
That his presence was deleterious
11 September 2022
Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
Tramp and Tramp
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp on
Pretty soon Trump will be gone,
Along with wild hair.
Jim Ho Ho Horn
Seems like this is the wishes
of a lot of women who are parading
around all over the world.
an old tramp fast asleep
on a bench in an empty park
no sounds or visible movements
yet on his worn out clothes
fleas hop and bedbugs and lice crawl
Date written 16th May
Name of Challenge Lind68868
Sponsor Dear Heart Constance
Theme Chosen comparitive thought
There was a cute young man
where I worked
Who was buying his
fishing license
And I
so matter o factly
asked him if he wanted
his tramp stamp with that
He quickly chimed in
Let's see
I am going camping
and if I catch a tramp
without the stamp
is the DNR
gonna fine me??
Jiggery pokery
maestro Charlie Chaplin
on screen comic icon
amusing stamp.
Unreal acts turned art
verisimilitude
waggish movie journey
from ’Kid’ to ‘Tramp’.
January 15, 2021
Syllable count :6/6/6/4 (howmanysyllables.com)
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership)
Sponsor : William Kekaula
She walks through the desert with her heart in her smile and hate on her sleeve. Cactus blossom with her tears then wither quickly as he leaves briskly to go find her new risky sanctuary. Eyes that have seen pain, only the grains of time outlast her sorrow. Every scenic sunset she cries, she gasps, she tries to grasp for harmony. And with each new horizon she awakes to search for happiness.
On a park bench, cold and damp
Lay the head of Joe the tramp
Covered now in Wednesday's news
Tuesday's sportspage in his shoes
Frozen whiskers, snowflake eyes
Sparrows flutter, as he dies
Reddened fingers clasped in prayer
Crystal ice drops lace his hair
Clutching bottle to his chest
A last companion in final rest
Someone's lover years ago
This humble creature, name of Joe
Rest in peace on winter's wings
While the Christmas angel sings
The Tramp
He awakes to hear a sound from above,
"Oh dear, what a pity. Oh dear what a pity."
The jerky sound of a turtle dove.
He listens again to the sound of the ditty.
The ground was cold and he is now awake.
He knows it will be a nice warm day.
A drop of water, his thirst will slake.
Gathering possessions and he's on his way.
Now which road will he take?
He feels as free as the birds in the sky.
"I think I will follow the one to the lake.
I need to wash the dust from my eye"