Short Unloaded Poems
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A portly old man from Spain,
Let his belt out to relieve the strain,
But his pants button exploded
Like a missile unloaded
So far that it brought down rain.
Smug Santa unloaded his sack
As Mrs Claus lay on her back
Hear her whoop, hear her cheer
Santa comes once a year
Cos nookie nights they sadly lack!
BAPTISM OF DUCKS
Waves shake little boat, smug ducks out at sea.
They sing drinking songs, rambunctious with glee.
Rising waves, quicker,
with more downed liquor.
Unloaded ducks drink. The waves set them free.
8/16/2017
On the other side,
Beyond this view,
We're chauffeured unhindered,
Light and unsaddled,
Unloaded and unrestrained,
We're not framed for this side only.
February 18, 2023.
Bite Size Poem No. 60 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier.
As the local transit bus stopped and unloaded
Seconds after, a powerful bomb exploded.
We knew that terrorists had struck again,
Causing mistrust and fear, to everyone’s chagrin
Nearby a ten-story apartment house imploded.
written November 9, 2021
Thousands half-naked people
Roasting under the scorching sun
Extracting billions of coffee beans
Transported by steamboats
Sailed hundreds miles away
Unloaded, traded and grinded
Brought to a modest cafeteria
Someone fry, boil, and serve
A cup of sweet aroma coffee
To a coffee-lover customer.
Target it
Hush is calling
Twilight seeing stars
Shooting loaded finger guns
Unloaded and ammunition gone
Target it
Bunion feet on the run far
Silent lips not moving
Eyelids filled with star, why?
Blinking stop lights blinking eyes
Target it
11/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Scent and money spent
Will power burning water slip deep in shower
She let's things slide back forth each a ride
She reads my mind finds path grip and collide
Unloaded loud screams wakes souls and found
Pulse and pull hair gripped and growled
She finds her shoes he pays the bill
Recollect and finds sweet debt
Hectic Mind
Like a weekend
no end
hectic like a busy-business road
up and down
caotic
loaded mind like a full dust bin
hardly unloaded
slow motion
rules the emotion
struggle
hustle
like a mother-bird
food, providing for the little crying kids
busy
is the mind
restlessness dominates
stress rules.
Drencho POET Loads
This mountain I chose to climb
This moment In Time I choose to unwind
This valley I walk I choose to walk I'm running
This land I'm on this borrowed sand
I am part of it I am molded clay
As I live and breathe I inhaled an exhale
What's God's givin me for I am the land
embedded in me spirit so I unloaded I am man
2/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
She stared long
At pink ribbons
The perfect match
Of pink dress
I wore then
Someone my age
In tattered clothes
Outside the temple
I unloaded plaits
And handed her
My pink ribbons
My parents smiled
Seeing my act
I had known
I was right
30/03/2019
Long ago I had a coroner friend.
He unloaded many tales of great darkness
People passing away in strange ways-in strange places.
Distorted postures in a maggot's buffet.
People going out for a bite to eat-
but never returning.to families.
His impression and confessionals never leave me.
I shared some of my stories with him.
But they paled in comparison to his.
I doubt if he remembers any of them...
Does any remember a twig 'neath a redwood tree.
In The Beginning
Written: by Tom Wright
8-22-2016
No play script, but only unloaded pages,
But immediately the pages began to fill.
Instead of chapters, life became stages,
Each stage lived according to my free will.
At one stage, by emptiness, I was consumed,
Troubled, I realized a deficiency in my life.
Without Jesus, my soul would be doomed,
And I’d face perpetual fire in the afterlife.
Born again August 28th 1968
It was Santa’s busiest night
And nothing was going quite right.
The sleigh, well past it’s best,
Had just failed its flight test
And Rudolph’s red nose had turned white.
Global warming had melted the snow;
A hurricane started to blow.
Santa’s throat was red raw
And felt terribly sore.
He could barely whisper “Ho ho”
He declared a gift embargo;
The elves unloaded his cargo.
Then, on-line from his bed,
He sent vouchers instead,
All delivered by Wells Fargo