Short Vacuum Poems
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imbued with
the quietude
of a passing
thought...
silence
pervades
in the vacuum of space
beyond earth's vacuum...
satellite wheel captures light
of galactic forms
Instant Telegram Contest, Nathan D.
picture 1
2/19/2016
There are vacuum always at a wait
For spectators on the pitch to rate
As players hit ball
Into holes then fall
King can only be king when he wait.
Explain this that and the other to me
Also decipher what-not-shelf
Help me to understand why subpoena has an o in it
And why vacuum has two u’s.
one end sucking up
the other end spitting out~
it behoovers me
8/6/2020
It Sucks Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Go, vacuum cleaner, howl and shout.
Yes, point at me your sucking snout.
I'll turn your stomach bag inside out
'Til all your dust and crumbs come out.
Once a witch with a wart on her nose,
And with runners in her pantyhose,
Went and traded her broom
For a Hoover vacuum.
Where she hoovered to, nobody knows.
Rolie Polie Olie rolled ‘round the room,
Repairing rickety robots with a boom.
With Zowie zipping,
And screws slipping,
The ruckus rattled the rosy red vacuum!
Poetry is my placebo
I get into it when I write it
in the ethereal or logical verse
and even if good vacuum is lost,
I will always write it, I am a stoic poet!
Red furry vacuum silently goes across the floor
Consuming dropped homemade southern biscuit
Then looks up with sad eyes beggin' for more
Just for fun!!
Come, swiftly
Come, now
Come and fill my heart
And seal therein; every vacuum
Come and cement my thoughts
And tranquil my soul
Come, now
And complement my soul.
coolness and sunshine
giggles and splashing
vacuum and sore muscles
last years leaves
Resting on the pool floor
Clean till it shines
Don't leave one leaf behind....
This vacuum
of empty face,
trickles condensation
of empty smiles,
foreign tongue points
and at last a happy mouth
on aluminium stairs,
as the light descends
my reflection.
Socks 2
Sucked into the vacuum
Outside the realm of bliss
Closeted in claustrobic tears
Knit stitch dropped, ladder falls
Solitary socks seek new pairing
3/26/2018
Once a hippie with a "high" demeanor
Made a big "Bong" from a vacuum cleaner
The dust he forgot
His coughing throat caught
Now there's no pot, and his face's much greener!
Big vacuum created
By your absence,
Space that can't be filled,
My heart bleeds always,
Waiting and hoping
that you'll return
But,death makes it
an illusion and a dream.
When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less if he, now and then, but
wiped his paws?
Dark subway tunnel
Damp, rank scents surround, but then
Falling bright lights drew me near
Cobalt blue engaged my eyes
A vacuum pulled me to The Light
Time robs us for long
As distance creates a vacuum,
You went away for a while,
Oh!,how I miss you,
You spark a wound in my heart,
which makes me yearn for your love.
8-12-2017
The
stars oft
seem immortal
like flickering candles
lighting the vacuum of space
and creating the elements for life
but though near eternal as time
stars do
die.
Loud hollow shell
Glorious silent vacuum
Quiet echo bell
Invoke impartial gloom
Atomic detonation bomb
Renovate the tomb
Appease the qualm
Placate to quell
After noise, calm
serpentine-tailed beast
screams go unheard in vacuum
Ripley’s nemesis
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(C) John C Michaels, 26th April 2017
Commemorating "Alien Day".
From vacuum of space - aurora borealis - sings in quiet solitude.
Written Feb. 5, 2016 for "Theme Solitude --- Monoku or ONE LINE poem #4 (old/new - Poetry Contest."
“It behooves me” what the hell does that mean
Do we vacuum our parts till the crevices come clean
These terms we hear
Throughout the years
Need explaining, they tend to fry my beans
“It behooves me” what the hell does that mean
Do we vacuum our parts till the crevices come clean
These terms we hear
Throughout the years
Need explaining, they tend to fry my beans