Short Ultra Poems
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Ultra-Viral
In Your Uncorporate Ether
A Waterfall
A Well
A Delta
A Shore,
Weaves Webular 'Pon
Retained
Shadowy
Time
Through Forests
And Echoing
Tympani Hearts
Now Muted.
-Gray Squirrel
06-01-2025
The days of wine and roses have left St. John’s nature trail
Now we are opening manga books with a sidekick tail.
I lie among the berries, counting petals on a pretty flower.
Book throws me into make-believe, an ultra-reading power.
Theomania's easy to see
in one holding the presidency.
When megalomanic,
his tweeting gets frantic.
All his money could buy therapy!
At least now there's hope if you vent
whenever you have discontent.
Should you think you are God,
though you're only a sod,
you could one day become president.
Oct. 22, 2017 for The Mania Contest of Lewis Raynes
There are some secret people in fancy clothes
Being all lost outside this odd child like scene
With their lovely apparel, out of place those
As their deep fathoms they never seemed too keen
They have developed the elite, a true rush
Higher than the wealthy, painted with a brush
Trying to make the normal be their servants
Highly presumptuous, an awful movement
Russell Sivey
Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.
Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?
Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:
NE PLUS ULTRA
The kitchen counts, really need my food,
It calms and quells our clamorous brood.
The den is dandy when dinner’s done,
Time for TV soothes the savage spawn.
The bed’s my reward at end of day,
There languorously my head to lay.
Foremost is a fine and private place,
Most humble of all my homely space.
The bathroom is best I have to say,
Where warmly I wash my woes away.
Epitome of domestic bliss,
Must be where I go to take a piss!