Short Word Game Poems
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Poetry speaks Poem
play around with sentences
simulation play in life
poetry
is a word game
life
is playing
play
only dead people
who doesn't like poetry
because people die
They
really alive
Now politicians play word game.
Saying climate change is to blame,
Implying Nature's got it wrong
And that they were right all along.
So these great powers must impress
And claim they can cure the mess.
For they will play the salesman game
And lie that they are not to blame.
You left us a sound recording of the pronunciation
but I'm guessing my ien from yang
with no written list to escrow
I'm blundering trying to shoulder this word game
and my reve of speakeasy fades
like Icarus without wings
I'm left floundering
on the mais we
You've jettisoned espere again
and I'm still guessing at my letters
I need a dentist to perfect my rolling R
I see him standing in the rain,
this debonair and handsome Dane.
He says, "I don't know if I dare
to ask a lovely rose, so rare
to join me for a bite to eat."
I answer shyly, "That would be neat."
Then happily we watch a toad,
playing leap-frog on the road.
We go to lunch and I take note,
that on his handsomeness I dote.
I giggle a bit I don't deny,
when he drops gravy on his tie.
5/17/12 For Catie's Word game contest
I am addicted
Addicted to word games
Playing others online
Who are also addicted
To word games
My mother loved
Playing Dabble
Her favorite word game
She had to beat the clock
And makes seven words
Out of thirty-two letters
Her legacy to me is
Keep your mind active
Learn something new every day
She was not an addict
But she did read encyclopedias for “fun”.
I remember how thrilled she was about new words
Which might explain me a bit.
Why is it we have the means to be nice,
but often instead, we're as cold as ice?
Does our mind let loose from some hidden noose,
secret thoughts that are of no good use?
Our words hang like an unlit sconce.
Do I dare think of it, even once?
Our consciousness beckons like the rising sun,
witnessed by us only, no other one.
Down! Like a hammer that does concuss,
we awaken, alive, aptly conscious.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Word Game Contest
Face your future and do not be frightened.
Fear is your enemy with no forgiveness.
For the frailty in oneself feeling frustrated and fragmented will begin to fade from life.
So don’t forget to conquer your fears and move toward being fruitful and you will finally see the finish line.
Do not forfeit your freedom but be fierce and never lose sight of your goal.
You may come across friction as you venture on but oh when you are totally free how fantastic it would be!!
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