Short Twenty Eight Poems
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Mondo left the ground to soar
in the Olympic games of twenty-four.
So, next Olympics, he would not be late,
He came down again in twenty-eight.
At birth, little baby just ate.
He pooped, peed and cried until late.
Today it’s the same,
his parents would claim,
although he has turned twenty-eight.
When I look in the mirror
I seem so tired.
I'm only twenty eight,
but I'm always wired.
Seems like life has conspired
to make me require
to find ways not to be so dire.
Form:
In the many long years since your birth
You've made twenty eight laps with the earth
In that time you've taken
Your fair share of bacon
And thus greatly increased in your girth
Jester invited the purple hag to dine.
She noticed his weird nasty ugly whine.
She gives him voice lessons.
In twenty-eight sessions.
Their partnership is delicate and fine.
If a coin was made in my image
I would choose my photo at twenty-eight
I was darling back then, forty-five years ago
of course, back then I did not know it
time has given me a new perspective
I'm very young, mother reads
her voice leads my imagination
romantic, fantastic
sweet, like cake
I'm twenty-eight,
hold my son and read
familiar poems, tales
from an orange book
echoes
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle persnickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle pernickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
Younderward yokel yap
Yore Yorkshire yield yeager york-felow
Yak yiddle
Yammer yack yells
Yard yew yellows
Yellow-tails, Yellowhammers
Yonder yellowfin
Yellow yam yesterdays
Yuca, yogurt
Yesteryears years
Yours
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle pernickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
© Jack Ellison 2015
Had a complete physical today, I'm in B-1 shape
Most than can be expected, after all I'm not twenty-eight
Though years have flown by
Still spry as a butterfly
But having trouble taking off, think I might be overweight
Just had a complete physical today, I'm in B-1 shape
Most than can be expected, afterall I'm not twenty-eight
Though years have flown by
Still feel like a butterfly
But having trouble taking off, think I might be overated
The weekend I slept with four married men
was the same weekend my hubby slept with their wives.
We loved in for charity
raised twenty eight thousand
three hundred two
for community gardens where we teach
children and teens how to
grow their own food.
Matthew McGrory of Westchester, Pennsylvania
has the world’s largest feet.
He stands seven foot six.
His shoe is a twenty-eight and a half.
Converse company makes shoes especially for him.
He cannot buy socks though,
So his mother knits his socks.
R-each for God's kingdom
O-r the blissful abode in heaven;
M-ove on to attain salvation,
E-arnestly let your heart
O-pen.
D-ay twenty-eight September,
A-spire to remain chosen,
Y-earn to be fortunate child,
O-ne who's no stranger to heaven.
I bought her a blouse
white silk, long sleeves, full enough
to wear her heart on.
I bought her some slacks
twenty-eight inch waist snug ‘round
those hips she shoots from.
And boots for the feet
she thinks on, has the world at,
and I swept her off.
Erik was incredulous.
He was twenty-eight, a neonate in the fashion world.
You are sure they said Nieman Marcus?
His wife smiled at him.
THE Nieman Marcus?
I guess so.
He was given free reign.
Youngest photographer to ever work for the Nieman Marcus.
Erik Madigan Heck, my friend.
the dogs have a sixty foot by twenty-eight- foot play yard
a Shangri-la to jump and chase and play and wallow
So where are they? What are they doing? Are they barking?
Are they romping and chasing? No. They are lying next to me.
So close that I cannot move my lawn chair either direction.
Mrs. Marvel wore sweatshirt for twenty-eight years until her final breath.
Signed by her 8th grade students, four whom had died a tragic death.
Killed in a tragic bus accident on the way to a state cheerleading rally.
They met her at the pearly gates – Linda, Cherry, Patrice and Molly McNally.
Cute baby clothes I say.
Weird that you have ten thousand blue things and only one pink item.
I always wanted a girl, she said.
Kept that onesie around for years, hoping.
Twenty-eight years of marriage, but now
I have finally decided to give it up.
Her eight boys laughed.
They were 15, 16, 17, 19, 20, 22, 23 and 25.
Bonarda?Twenty eight ripples
counted , flow? actually,
rain drops spare spaces.
?Newcastle darkened by windows,
shut,? a longing for short rope.
?Growing window boxes fell?,
by taxis and the lost echoes?
Part time clocks between dead towers?Tick,
through the eroded scraggy day?
Arrows flew blistered stray crows
B-ecause of strong faith,
O-ne hope is kept alive;
B-elieving in the Almighty, love will just survive.
J-ust because of strong faith,
A-nother mountain is moved;
V-ilest weather has turned
I-nto shine shared by moon.
E-arly morn has broken
in September twenty-eight.
R-ise of the sun begins because of strong faith.
Thirty-one flavors has Ms. Baskins
Sparrows, bluebirds, and Ms. Robbins
All the other beak-heads have twenty-eight
except for pigeons ~ Ewwwwwwww*
*Picked up this awesome word from Deb M,
who was responding to my epic write,
'Time Spent on Rhyme,' aka 'Fertilizer
Miser,' posted on Sept. 05, 2023
L-ife that we all share,
I-s in this troubled world;
Z-estful heart we possess,
A-s a strong wind has swirled.
M-orning we all share,
A-s the dawn starts to break;
R-ise of the sun begins,
C-heering up the ache.
I-n twenty-eight September, we breathe the one same air;
A-lmighty is the source of life that we all share.