Short Underdeveloped Poems
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Caterpillar
Caterpillar looks around,
Sees butterfly on the wing.
Feeling underdeveloped
Patiently waits for the Spring.
Barry Stebbings
09/23/17
This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish
Multilingual, proud along with my limericks
Went to Benny Hill school
For underdeveloped fools
Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick
Playful pony promenade
Quietly quizzing querulous quail
Respite regulated regimented rabbits
Studiously steering sterling striped starlings
Tricking trinkets, trunks and tributaries
Undervalued, underdeveloped, and underdone
His heart, once tattered,
recalls the scars
grown around forgotten misdeeds.
Blame became a
knife, exposing
tender, underdeveloped nerves.
Today, the accidental push
sends him, descending
into anger and remorse.
It's a shame.
Modernization will never complete Materialistically
It asks for moral and spiritual support
As man is too careless
To avoid repeating historical errors
As man is too selfish to share the enriched future
Many parts of the world still underdeveloped
And poverty instead of modernization rules them
The need to be cosseted from reality
numbs our minds
creating a majority
of underdeveloped scared
squares.
boastful, ignorant belittlers
blur the lines between reality
and plastic utopia
hiding the complexities of the world
with coffees and cream and music and ********...
where did it all go wrong?
I line my crown with velvet
Listen and you want have to guess it
I can't even help it
This game is not for the underdeveloped
I line my Crown with velvet
Will give out no merits
Your comfort is your food
My comfort must be viewed
I line my crown with velvet
The world will never forget it
My Reign will never exit
Never to be inherit!!
I line my crown with velvet
How old are you, twenty-nine? Some stranger asked her.
Sinicker. Snicker.Snicker.Snicker.
Obviously has an underdeveloped brain.
As the senior was teased, the home’s lights began to flicker.
She heard the retreating whistle of a computer train.
I am a hundred and two, she replied, glad to be alive.
It was a lie, but who was going to catch her?
No one else here was around when she was born in 1905.
As a young boy with older brothers
A father who was either drunk or in prison
My big brother had a one on one talk with me
About being developed
But first this story about Tom Sawyer
He read in school about Tom and played me for a fool
Somehow he talked me into painting his room blue, fact!!
But one day when all was quiet
He explained sex to me
No wonder I could never find a girl
Who liked me?
Darn Brothers anyway!
Some kids look funny;
while, others just look.
Their eyes and ears in
juxtaposition, leaves little
to the imagination.
Maybe, what they are all about
is simply fun and play
They test the world,
in ways that only someone
with an underdeveloped mind could,
creating havoc here and there;
while, having the times of their lives
Children run, leap and cry
to anyone who'll care.
unaware, that soon,
they will become us!
Slight of movement
minute fluttering
flicker over my stomach;
as imagination takes
on passing butterfly's wings.
It's the beginning of one very new.
An early germinal stage,
the foundations of something
so much bigger to come....
Rudimentary hiccups
of one so slight.
Invisible behind my bump grows,
an immature being -
I've seen it
at scan stage.
Underdeveloped,
a miracle -
all manmade.
My future,
my hopes,
my dreams.
My child.
.
Purple Liatris
Spikes underdeveloped now
Rain scarce, high heat here
All suffers_trees, plants
Animals must sustain sweat
Rain needed at once
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Some May Forget But
Some may forget but
I still remember segregated times
churning hatred of evil lips
speaking from underdeveloped brain stems
sarcastic voices frightening little girls
who hid behind the embrace of notebooks
forbidden places and angrier faces
picket signs and a rain of dogs
scenes of civil injustice
ageless and fresh.
Some may forget but
I still remember segregated times,
traveling south and having to use
a wooded bathroom.
10/18/17