Short Trim Poems
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E-very
D-ay
W-orld
I-s
N-aturally
S-pinning
H-aving
O-nly
R-ound
T-rim
Topic: Birthday of Edwin
Short (May 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Went for a haircut, forgot to say “a trim”
Nearly got scalped, ticked me off to the brim
Kids yelled wahoo
Big rocks I threw
Next time I'll tear 'em apart limb by limb
On this tropical beach, one hot summer day
Jim the Trim came, his bod to display
Been workin’ out day and night
Made the girls' eyes burn bright
Next, he's running from muscles that sashay
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
10 April 2015
Jim the Trim’s been watching too much video
The kind that caused rise in his libido
Mind still on a femme fatale
Was brought to the hospital
His front was trapped by the doors of the Metro.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
10 April 2015
On Jim the Trim's cruise, in a luxury liner
He was asked to be frisked, what a stinger!
You see, the alarm went off
He was taken and 'cuffed
Wee metal marbles, found in his boxer.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
18 April 2015
I’m code-switching
On a stim
Teeth, lips
Rubbing at the brim
Austistic
Artistic
Linguistic
I’m standing on a whim
Rope in the wind
Punished
By misunderstandings
Or landings
Failed
While leveling the trim
7/9/2021
A poem can be left adrift
a deserted, floating wreck
Words wash over rails
on board, a slippery deck
Every poem I've ever written
helps me write the next
A gaggle of "lilliputian critics"
ensure I craft my text
True, I do the proofing
readers do the check
Trim the bushes
So that
It's not too high
Like hiding yourself inside a jail
Trim the bushes
So that
It's not too high
For love and help to rush in
In times of critical hours
Trim the bushes
So that
You can see
The bustle and rustle of your lovely neighbourhood
(A limerick for Jack Ellison)
A surgeon was called to do operation,
as Jim's "little friends" need urgent attention.
His aspiring poetess wife
Scarlet yields a mean word knife;
To reduce sillyballs was her only intention.
*sillyballs? syllables! duh...
09 October 2015
There once was a guy named Jim,
he trained at some cool dude’s gym.
With his daily work out
and his nightly bed bouts;
He no longer has hair now to trim.
With gratitude to Debbie Guzzi for her blog on Limerick.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
27 February 2015
I would like to trim this with laces
And trace your lips slowly
(if I wouldn't wake you)
The early morning's cool air
Cheering birds and bright light
Always seem to keep you asleep
And me, a dash happy sentimental
Hanging ornaments somewhere in my mind
Having found a home and charm
Wide awake under your arm
Form:
Now, Jim is a guy who cultures
His zest for and boasts of his adventures
But won't tell he met a lady
He bowed down so gallantly
That both of them had to catch his dentures.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
19 March 2015
my girlfriend is miffed with her neighbors
Their tree limb is one eighty of an inch over her fence
I know her; she will spend the evening chopping up their tree
She is totally persnickety about her yard
not happy with them anyway
one of them asked her if her front yard was her yard or their yard
you mean the yard between your house and the street? I asked
I could not believe it when she nodded her head
When a person is responsible,
He takes his worries.
When a person is responsible,
He efforts for his carries.
When a person is responsible,
He cares for his joy.
When a person is responsible,
He thinks life is as a toy.
A person can play,
Until he has hunger,
A person can play,
Until it is lightening thunder.
A person can play,
Until climax suits to him,
A person can play,
Until he has a nice trim.
sea island natives
living reminders of trade
cotton rice and indigo
gullah life is made
five benne wafers
cast into new daylight
the hudu spell is torn away
rest easy then this night
bridges came and baskets sold
the younguns moved to town
rich men came and stole our land
again to trod us down
But some have stayed to tell the tales
of how our world began
of lands and cultures far away
before man had ever owned man
Now, Jim the Trim, you already know him
He went to the pool, and there he met Kim
He approached where she lays
Thought he’d score for the day
Where’s Jim? Knocked out, by prim and proper Kim!
Thank you Arthur V, for lending Eve and Steve's pool!
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
28 February 2015
Then there was time that seemed so terrible
Everything that happened was unbearable
I had hoped would never happen again
And God would save me from my sin.
By things like that I have been plagued
While in prayer to God have often begged
I know You truly are the sacred one
Please forgive me for what I have done.
From all of my sins I am now forgiven
God's love is why I continue to be living
And if it really had not been for Him
Then I still would be fat and not look so trim.