Short Visor Poems
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Tension rises
Feel the heat beneath the visor
A swing, a duck, a roll to safety
The is not the place to be hasty
Can not faulter
For death awaits who is not wiser
A hit, a plunge, a source of pain
Who is the one that will remain
Form:
Elon Musk has launched
An electric car into space
With David Bowie on the radio
And an astral traveller at the wheel
In spacesuit and dark visor across the face
Reusable rockets return to earth
And the car to Mars as a stunt
On Earth we are left with the wonder
Of this feat for space exploration
And the next thrill of it all!
© Paul Warren Poetry
sitting on the highway
with nothing more to do
except to pull down the sun visor
so that i could look at you
it's almost like your here
you look at me and smile
your poses for pictures
for images frozen it time
if i use my imagination
we could have a conversation
and talk about the things
on our minds
yes, you make me happy
as happy as i can be
just by looking at your picture
and your smile
No more will his visor slam sideline here,
but forever the HBC our fans will cheer;
he forged a team that fought for glory,
and fielded a squad that was SEC worthy;
while he did not garner a title in hand,
the garnet was tougher in football land;
he taught his players to be better men,
sandstorm polished, a house to defend,
he got the best both on and off field,
now we wonder what his legacy will yield.
That the moon landing was fake? No. Not that! But, in fact it was he not Neil in one famous photograph. The most important thing at Tranquility Base was open the hatch, after that one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind! And then the photo, perfectly staged, in the visor reflection history shown with landing craft and astronaut -- the view was out of this world, what an amazing location, location, location!
When we did see the rudimentary,
We decided to name her Dorothy;
Memory miser,
Left under visor;
Sang do ray and would forget me.
She always gave to the cause;
Was last seen in Wizard of Oz;
By crow scared;
Lion fair haired,
And tin man with metal paws.
Rainbow in air was found floating,
And around lake had been boating;
Witch appeared,
Who we feared;
Watch Wizard of Oz time devoting.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
You are my friend oh man?
And you are my friend oh woman?
Do I drop the drawbridge across the moat?
Or lift I the visor off my visage?
I walk with my heart, I am woman
I work with my head, I am man
I cry when I ought to laugh, teach me to laugh
I laugh when I ought to cry, teach me to cry
Betwixt, friendship will be lessons and lessons,
A marriage of motley opportunities
Look through my window, look through mine,
See the other shades? Smile my friend.
Form:
When words defy the grammar rules,
In spelling or in sound,
It’s easy to feel foolish,
Or at least that’s what I’ve found.
Today the word was “risible.”
I’d never heard it said,
So I employed a long “i”
When a short one’s used instead.
My references were visor, rising,
Wise, surprise and more
But indivisible (as in the pledge)
Was at its core.
I guess I learned a lesson
Though I’ve known it all along –
You shouldn’t make assumptions
‘Cause most likely, you’ll be wrong!
Bag Lady
Chicago’s North Side
This senior citizen
whose face is Rushmore still
squats with pigeons on the steps
of the Rogers Park Masonic Temple.
She wears a shawl this snowy day
and is beneath the visor of a hunting cap
a woman who has paused along the way.
Her shopping bags, stuffed, frayed,
and each square feature of her face, confess
she speaks at best a little English.
Rested, she will rise,
a penguin on a floe,
and navigate her day.
Donal Mahoney