Short Vivian Poems

Just for a while,
My pretty, sweet Vivian Rose,
Give me a smile!

trillnea O...

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V-iew
I-n
V-ividness
I-s
A-bating
N-ight

A-s
N-ew
D-awn
O-pens

Topic: Birthday of Vivian Ando (November 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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that little
mailbox
that
you make
so
big
is my
home
where i live
knock
lightly
for
with gifts
guilt prevails
and
i
may
not
know
you
anymore...

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Here’s something to make Vivian think,
but I’m sure he knows the missing link.
I ask is he able to show
me, how will I ever know,
when I’ve run out of invisible ink....

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V-erse
I-s
V-erily
I-mplented
A-s
N-ame

T-hrills
R-eader
O-f
P-oetic
E-xcellent
L-ine

Topic: Birthday of Vivian N. Tropel (July 23) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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V-ery 
I-mpressive 
V-ictory 
I-s 
A-chieved 
N-egating 

T-he 
R-esult 
O-f 
P-ainful 
E-vaded 
L-oss 

Topic: Birthday of Vivian N. Tropel (July 23) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Identical twins Marian and Vivian are sisters with flair
You might see them out in the San Francisco air
They are famous for their identical outfits for sure
Filling gawking children full of delightful wonder...

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Fraggily Grizzily
Vivian Wigglely,
wit in his poems is the
mark of his game.

Some of his words yet weep
vulnerability 
Crying his sorrow, but,
what's with the name!


01/30/2021

Double Dactyl Contest
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She is vivacious, 
Yellow flecks in her eyes intrigue us
Her unleashed excitement is golden
She is nineteen, and confident
She lavishes us with enthusiasm
Her wit flickers like a flame on fire
We are intrigued, excited, alive!
Loving this moment...

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Home, they say, does quicken beating hearts,
yet mine protests as I prepare to go.
Chambered rooms, stretched endless miles apart,
strain the pump and cause the blood to slow.
Precious thoughts of her upon my chest
stoke the fires and help the embers burn;
Vivian, may thy sweet days be blessed
Till in a month I’m able to return....

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All quiet on the western front:
The rest, in bed, still sleeping.
Then, audibly, I hear a grunt;
The neck hairs start their creeping.

Then springing up from on the couch
To do a full room sweeping,
I stub a toe, a stifled ouch,
And words that need some bleeping.

And there beneath me, I can vouch,
The monitor is beeping.
It’s Vivian, no ogrish grouch,
Whose company I’m keeping....

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absence      (for Vivian Meir)

remember you? 
by your absence,
a worn spot, well rubbed,
on the decrepit park bench
will not be polished 
any longer
    
a hunched, disappearing shadow 
listening  intently
to the living rise and fall 
of a chill winter’s lake.

snow, misses you 
there is no one to frame
floating in your mind
to where? 
it is a secret! 

you are gone
and people recognize that fact
because of the terrible weight 
of your absence....

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to the tune of Home on the Range

In the woods, in the gloam
There’s a muttering gnome
Like his mind, he’s wandered away
And he should be interred
Yes, the thought has occurred
But the jailers would not last a day

Big daddy’s deranged
He’s losing it more every day
He makes up strange words
And it all sounds absurd
But the kids do not care anyway

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Some of the many happy verses Vivian
was subjected to singing and walking in the woods.
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