Short Trice Poems
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Once you make the same mistake twice
the results begin to come out in a trice
So you will have to pay for that a high price
Endangered penguins on the ice.
Small tuxedo wearing waiters.
Keep the party warm, in a trice
they'll need gaiters.
My Mum is Lovely,
She is very cuddly,
My Mum is always nice,
She can fix things in a trice,
My Mum is really kind,
Whatever I do she doesn't mind,
THE PENGUIN
The penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
There was a pretty young maiden from France
Much too modest to try the latest dance --
She got some advice
It worked in a trice --
Let loose an ant colony down her pants
Treacherous their ways
without sunlight's rays
Paths of sleet and ice
break our limbs in a trice
Youths may look, leap and laugh
Elders dare not make this gaffe
HOLD THE ICE
A drunk ventured out onto the ice
Thought a trice on the ice would be nice
But the ice was too thin
With ice up to his chin
Called “Neat brandy for me; hold the ice!”
P-oems
A-re
T-ruly
R-efreshing
I-n
C-ool
E-xpression
J-ust
A-ccepting
C-omments
K-ept
S-weetly
O-r
N-icely
Topic: Poetess (Patrice Trice Jackson)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
To care for a child
demands sacrifice
Whatever the need
to respond in a trice
For those with ambitions
seeking kudos and noise
Please fill your briefcase
with businessmen's toys
Having grown up with Sarah Seraphin and, Tristen Temple
Toddlers at Saint Nicks preparatory praetorian school of fine arts
Precocious, their quasi's trice musketeers quid pro quo ? His prodigies.
Form:
we only live once.
it's yours to cherish and spoil.
Soak in the splendor.
each flow trice is a healer.
who knows when it'll all be done?
Written: December 4, 2021
or...Where's the SPCA when you need 'em?
A farmer's wife who was not very nice
Mutilated a trio of disabled mice.
Each squeaked for its life
As she wielded her knife
And disencumbered them all of their tails in a trice.
Wildest dreams come trice
Lots of fishes flooding streets
Catch some let go one
Look up in the sky
Fishes like rainbow fly high
Have three of its kind
Vendor passes by
Sell fishes and fresh fruits
Get them share in parts.
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Contest, Constance
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Constance, Contest
Each way they're sliced
Say them all in a trice
OK. Now roll the dice...
Trice
I spell you once
I spell you twice
My soul you've gotten
Spell me trice
Ahead of me
you'll always be
forever
watching over me
I say times once
I say times twice
All my vices
You've gotten trice
Ahead of me
you'll always be
forever
watching over me
Santa I want, if you please,
all again to feel at ease.
Here on Soup, the place I liked
before all this malice and spite.
Although I risk being next I know.
I'm not afraid of them having a go.
Santa you know who's naughty or nice.
Work your magic in a trice.
29/11/2017
'Enry the VIIITH tried in vain to begat a son.
Despite 'is six marriages 'e 'ad nary a one.
To each of 'is wives 'e was not very nice
'E'd just as soon decapitate 'em in a trice!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The brevity of time in space
a moment may trice an instant
in your lifetime can't be measured
nor your species, your world, nor of
your sun's lifetime, for tis the absolute
measure of infinity ... it is you who is the
~abstract
Strength of mind and character bold,
A mother of Israel,this lass of old;
Filled with prophetic gifts & advice,
Speaking forth judgments in a trice;
Unafraid,she led forth ,from the front,
Destroying Cana's army in the hunt;
Her victory now,forever in a song,
Feminine leadership recalled e're long.
I was damaged with a heart like ice.
You entered my life and in a trice
had melted my frozen layers
one by one. I've become
hot as a furnace next
your skin, my soul
twin. Let's begin
to live as one,
my dearest
honey
bun.
B-The Word of Life is joy everlasting-a
E-In the game of life, we win, lose, and die-b
T-patterns reasoning, be glad we're living-a
T-living for the trice, losers don't comply,-b
E-trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.-c
R-Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.-c
A Faded Horse screams
The Invisible Wheel pulled toward paradise
This Young Boy dreams
A Golden Crown in the dark
The Invisible Wheel is hidden vice
The Young Boy begins to embark
A Joyful Journey from home
The Invisible Wheel spins trice
Into Gray Clouds he can now roam
March 18 2020
Contest: Carousel Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Young Bobby Tucker chats the whole day through
His teacher said, “That's all you ever do.
Today is geography,
what you can do for me
Is form a sentence using ‘Katmandu’
“I’m pretty certain you won’t have a clue
But I would like an answer out of you.”
“Well, Batman don’t chase mice,”
Bobby said in a trice
“But you can bet your life that Katmandu.”
I’ve gotten cards, I’ve gotten calls.
Acknowledgement is nice,
But wipe away ten years or so?
I’d do it in a trice.
I wouldn’t want to start again –
Once ‘round is quite enough –
But as the years add up, I’ll soon
Be calling Nature’s bluff.
Yet as it is, I’ll celebrate,
With some I hold so dear,
This date which means I’ve made it through
Another fleeting year.
I weigh two six and twenty-tons today
Fat in unforeseen directions,
I make cars cringe, when I frolic and play
And I welcome no corrections.
Mighty fine in my well-endowed blubber,
Sassy pot-like, in my non-chic.
Whale-ish me, trice big as my mother.
Loud and proud, forgiveness don’t seek,
I have earned this fat, every little bit.
Come by and see me, if you have true grit.