Short Tuned In Poems
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Violins tuned in distant dark
heartstrings strummed calmly wait for warmer moonlight
~ melodies conjuring the sweetest memories
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Licking River, a tributary of the Muskingum in Ohio
It's a Shawnee word for “swampy ground” it ain't no typo
Bet you're glad you tuned in
Hope it made you grin
I'm always here to spread cheer on this sideshow
Licking River, a tributary of the Muskingum in Ohio
It's a Shawnee word for “swampy ground” it ain't a typo
Bet you're glad you tuned in
Hope it made you grin
It's why I'm here, to spread good cheer on this sideshow
from what
gallery
of
deception
is your reflection tuned in
question in riddles when you plan to win
shape the plains forming weather guards
drape remains storming feather shards
never mention satellite blown winds
it's just a gallery
of
deception
steering the end
?
Have you anytime seen the coyote in the wild
Review, tuned in, absolutely careful
The coyote is stunning
He goes through the deceive
Deliberately, aware of everything
He hears each steady
Sees each fragrance
And everything that moves
He's constantly in a state of full suspicion
There she goes again the ten-year-old boy said.
We all stared at the empty house.
None of us knew what he was seeing.
No one else saw anything.
The phantom ghost took another walk by the upstairs window.
Didn’t you see that? the child asked.
The rest of us saw nothing.
Not being tuned in the way he was.
For as far as eyes and beyond can see
And listening to music never playing and always heard
District gap undefined
Eternally I am Here
As you are here as the moon is the sun
Two=3=the chair in the room of the Office
You never checked into
Yet tuned in every hair brown or blonde
Every why or how
In time with God.
Be tuned in and aware
there are people out there who will use you
I'm not trying to give you a scare
I just don't want people to abuse you
Listen to all the words theysay, then...
fly like a bird or stray
Or stay if you dare, whatever you care
but
please be cautious
and
don't get nauseas when I say
'please beware'.
Tacked in six syllables
Thrilled with five rhythmic calls
Triangular in form
Takes doubled shape-like cone
Tuned in fine symmetry
Tops the poet’s forte
This pleiades replays.
Jan 24,2022 11.32am
6 syllables per line
Write About a Form
Contest Judged: 2/19/2022 3:23:00 PM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Place 2
New Year's Eve.
The beer is in the cooler the tv is tuned in to the ball drop.
I be ready and willing to Kick in the New Year.
Chips and dip and soda pop to.
Gin and rum may bring a grin.
Ready to count down is all most here
I think I'll take a short nap.
I'll sleep till the guest all get here
What a party I'll have next year.
TANKA
Tuned in Japanese form
Thirty one syllables
Top line: Five syllables
Then comes only seven
Third line shows again five.
Take fourth just on seven.
To conclude count seven.
01/27/22
Third Place
Write about a Form
Contest by. Joseph May
The need to know and to belong,
to sing the chorus and the song,
to learn to share and be a part,
not at the centre,in the the heart;
To play a role,an instrument
finely tuned in temperament,
one of many,in symphony,
essential,yet in harmony;
Yet we each,unique,individual,
in unison,sacred,sacremental.
Inspired by Jesus prayer in J 17:11
(Dedicated to Larry Fine who died January 24, 1975.)
When you died in 1975, it was very bad.
It made millions of people sad.
You were a great performer and people loved to watch you.
They tuned in to see the wacky things that you'd do.
You starred in every episode unlike Curly, Shemp and Joe.
The only two who starred in every episode were you and Moe.
Form:
aligned with spine
slow heat spreads
radially in our back
third eye twinkles
the navel whirs
jugular notch throbs
orifice in fontanel
expands to admit
grace as it in-pours
magnetised palms
poised to heal
hum with power
soles of feet
tuned in to the beat
ground us to Mother Earth
as both Holy Spirit
and organic form
we become the all
in a black bubble of seclusion
sitting silent
the moon hangs low
in the stillness of the night
so clearly
so distinct
the memory of you
it calls to me
a whisper
on wings of butterflies
a shiver tingling
way deep inside
sweet charming
haunting
beckoning
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 27, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND #1098 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
The Christmas tree salesmen
Are back on the street
And “Happy Thanksgiving!”
Shout all that you meet.
TV’s are tuned in
To the Macy’s parade
And tables are set
For the feast that’s been made.
Pies and baked goodies
Are packed in the car
As people prepare
For their trips, near or far.
The sun’s shining brightly,
The wheels are in gear
For both traffic and family –
Thanksgiving is here!
Written: October 04, 2025
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An enticing tale of Sapphire
Embryonic resin —
the dusk’s distilled desire
in marigold attire.
Etched in flame agate,
a mystic sphere—
twilight’s trembling lyre,
Its shimmer sings
to murmuring wings of swallows
as they dance
in dusk’s devout ballet.
October’s veil—
tuned in tangerine,
a hymn to night’s slow sway.
A Composition of Love
Strings so tuned in harmony,
the music that we hear
Sweet within our open hearts,
symphonic and so clear
The happy sunrise brightly sings
a duet with the dawn
As hummingbirds and meadowlarks
join in to sing along
Instrumental wishes float
in dreams that we shall play
Melodies of perfect love
composed this springtime day
Good morning Soupers
The ever-faithful friend of Timmy Martin was Lassie.
She was quite a beautiful and intelligent collie.
Lassie seemed to increase her breed's popularity.
Millions tuned in to watch her show on Sunday night.
For many seasons, the show reached a great ratings height.
Collie dogs quickly became a ubiquitous sight.
Lassie's episodes of bravery were not easy to forget.
So many people would want a dog like her for a pet.
Do you remember that smile,
My any reason smirk that let you know everything was ok.
I’m tuned in as I always was, only this time
My reception is stronger.
I’m everything I once was against,
I’m lost in the rush.
I was set free,
Carried away I soon became.
I see my friend with more faces than a dice.
A gamble she is.
I’ve grown tired,
Can you imagine being young and worn out?
You never truly know who’s watching,
Paranoia looks out for me.
The three rings were the trademark of a popular beer.
Purity, body, and flavor, are what we had here.
The beer and the symbol were products of yesteryear.
If you tuned in to the broadcast of a Yankees game,
the late Mel Allen often mentioned the beer's name.
This was a brew some other famous men would extol.
Broderick Crawford advertised it on "Highway Patrol".
Nobody will be able to find this brand today.
It is a thing of the past, and has gone away.
Scrub your mind and make webs your harp,
Pluck them with your ivory fingers, they smart;
Raindrops from the ribbons of blue,sparkle the day,
Melody unmuffled, birds tuned in, take heart.
Pain drenched in rain, turns sedate, only harp
A queen's treasured bait for the abstruse lovers;
I am your angel you can say with pride,
As golden harp, the woven fate, uncovers.
Angels In The Rain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Vermillion Scythe
Form:Quatrain
DOE: 23rd June, 2018
It’s never silent in our home;
The music’s always on,
Most often from the radio,
Tuned in ‘til dusk, from dawn.
The desktop also pitches in
For jazz or swing or blues
And there’s another radio
That’s only set to news.
The street noise filters in as well,
But I can tune it out,
Unless it’s something extra loud,
Which happens, there’s no doubt.
Yet mostly I enjoy the sounds
Musicians strum or blow
Or pluck or tap or sing, through which
Good spirits seem to flow.
The colors of the flowers are vibrantly swaying
The wind caresses them it seems with kisses,
whispering sweet nothings inside cheery cores
Daisy’s white pearly petals are speaking
Yellow sepals smiling, too yellow! Spiky discs
spinning peeking at me as I subtly study them
Dance little flower dance so alive,
I just want to hug and squeeze you
until you feel all this love as well
colors so vibrant
turned on, tuned in, so alive ~
I feel so much love
Shadow trails in liquid delight,
Meltdown slips over defined lifts,
Legs toss and ferment the nude rifts,
Eyes tackling passion dreams tonight:
Persuasion in check toes the line,
Frisk beauty with unsung vibes,
Silent pleasure leashes tides,
Tuned in pure fornicated bytes:
Hold her configured in ransom,
Slay the protruding globes pair,
Touch and covet misty bushes,
Wet play the twin uncovered lips.
Run the tongue crush and tap the node;
And delve into unknown desire.