Short Well Over Poems
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Shogi
me?
I can barely play Go Fish
Old Maid is well over my head
Shogi?
I think not
Shogi: Japanese chess
where you get to use your
opponent’s captured army
Time flies by at warp speed
and years go swiftly
Children grow into adults
and have children of their own
I feel like I should still be in my twenties,
not well over fifty.
Twenty six letters in English,
Produces well over a million words,
Having a low performing letter X,
The seven billion people of this world,
Having high performing figures,
What's produced not enough,
Small is beautiful,correct in English!
I fell into a plate of cheese, deli meat, bread and fruit,
I am telling you it was one delicious bit of eaten loot,
Empire cookies, and the sweet little eccle cake too,
A night off from cooking supper that was well over due.
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**leftovers!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the woman was in her sixties
she dressed out well over three hundred pounds
her walking is slow
her breathing is labored
I feel sorry for her
even though we have not met yet
she said “hello, I am Frances.”
I stared, wordless.
Her voice was a ...
tiny
itty
bitty
teensy
weensy
baby girl voice
How did that happen?
A little old lady I know
Had flipped her car
A while ago
She lost her left arm
She was in the hospital
For well over six months
Came home in a wheelchair
Told her she would never walk again
Just yesterday I saw her in the store
Walking around with only one arm
70 years old she is
Her Spirit told her
She has to walk again
Inspired By: Julie
The way to came
As I follow my path of life
I facing the world
Around me that cause pain in my heart
Feeling pain is not right to feel but love in my heart well over come the world , I am
facing the world with my god who taught me whets right love is power the in its I my heart
life is what i want it to be whats great in my life is my god who gave me a great heart
Form:
It's insane how vain they've been in the Bazball reign
Disdain campaign won't refrain restrain slain again
Won't explain just say we'll double down entertain
In the Bazball larder one ingredient just go harder
Their riposte we lost because we did well over train
Despaired repeat defeat flared cos were too prepared
Inane taking the pis* our abyss Aussie bliss... Bris Bane
Sorry I haven't been here to comment on all your wonderful response to my work and me to read all you marvelous poets - but my internet and phone usage ( because of a sibling) is well over my allotted monthly costs and I now have big bill; So I want be on to read or comment for a few days till I get my new credits for my phone and internet.
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I accidently ate some chilli seeds
That fell into my tea,
I went screaming and shooting through the roof
And landed in the sea.
My dearest mum yelled “You’ll burn your mouth!”
While hopping about like a flea,
But I left not a single seed to waste
And Lost my sense of taste.
It’s well over a decade now,
But my mind always reads:
I accidently ate some chilli seeds
That fell into my tea
10/01/17
and so we have
over 2000 US
soldiers dead now in
Afghanistan---
add those deaths to
the 17,000+ that
have been wounded,
with limbs ripped
off & psychological
damage beyond
imagination &
you get a number
well over the
3000 that died in
the 9/11 attack
11 years ago…
so,
the question is,
do we need the death
toll of american soldiers
to exceed that of those
killed in the 9/11 attacks
before we get the
**** out of there?
Happy 2000 america.
Hurting
Crying
Low ability to move around
Even just to stand
Tearing up my insides
Ripping me apart
Body weakening more
With each passing day
Living inside me for well over a year
Find somewhere else to go!
Tearing up every muscle, organ, and nerve
I can't deal with it anymore
Trying to get help
But nothing seems to be working
Its been severe for a while now
Whats next?
Tearing
Ripping
Excruciating pain
Everything but healing
Why? the monster inside me!
Your face with all its grace
waits for my lips,
eyes closed,time slows
for a longer kiss.
Let the lips,only sip
nectar of love,
tender touch,slight munch
capture silky curves.
Our tongues sing the songs
finger only speak,
embarrassed,a beauty spot
plays hide and seek.
Remember, the sunflowers
waiting for the bloom,
butterfly will soon fly
well over the moon!
© kashinath karmakar
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By:kashinath karmakar (19th March 2011)
Shelly and Melvin had been high school sweethearts
She fell in love with a bad boy from the next town.
Melvin was crushed, and astounded that she was pregnant.
Their love had been innocent for well over two years.
After Melvin’s wife died, Shelly called him up and invited him to lunch.
He intended to be super cautious; she had been married four times.
Seeing her blue eyes, he remembered how much he once loved her.
He saw doves and valentines and began to pursue her in earnest.
Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.
Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.
A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.
Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today.
Behold there she lay peacefully,
covered in warmth quite meticulously.
Her snow white eyes blinked,
as she sought to establish the place.
A smile warm as the sun rays,
from her lit up our hearts.
Ebony black hair atop her head,
her face beaming with joy.
A priceless gift to us all,
from our maker the overall.
We wish countless fortunes,
upon this little angel.
That the fountain of blessings,
may well over her life.
To always live in His favour,
for all times and seasons due.