Short Yore Poems
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Oh the heady days of youth
Fondly now recalled
Evoke such sweet reverie
Comeliness enthralled
Reflections were kind
In a looking glass of yore
Memories enshrined
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YORE
YORE
bethinks
know by heart
born to borrowed lives
wide-spreads, a worthy life
stands I, light, at tunnel's end.
"Younger minds in elderly heads."
2020 September 17
*2nd Place*
Pyramids
~~Joseph May
In days of yore
her husband snored
Her nightly grief
knew no relief
But then by chance
she learned to pole-dance
which promptly cleared his sinuses
~ Though that had its plusses and minuses
.
she wuz thin
yet
thick she were
soft
though rough
she were the
short
yet
every inch
flaunted hern
tall
Nightingale: "You can never laugh if you don't know how to smile. If you learned how to bow, everybody can be pleased without your wile."
African grey: "If I can whistle or sing, will I be heard and liked?"
Nightingale: "If you can dance even without singing, the World will dance with you too if the World can feel your stomp!"
Love zest
Treat fest
Yield yore
Much more
Word well
Truth tells
Craft craze
Mind maze
Pluck poise
Clear choice
Glimpse grand
Bright blends
Time tells
Steep sell
New notes
Voice votes
Apt act
Prize pact
Rich range
Charms change
Loud laze
Dream daze
Leon Enriquez
01 September 2016
Singapore
From days of yore, from ancient times long before,
were prophets, and bards and sages;
these men of lore, who wrote of fate and more,
were scribes of the scroll of ages.
Today we know, from what the documents show,
that these men were highly revered;
so long ago, these souls spoke of tomorrow;
and now they have all disappeared.
There's nothing like a pressured toot
to get you out of bed.
The moving sheets, the rustled beat;
of flatulence ahead.
That very sound to wake you up
and start your day off right.
With little push to shake you up
and mark your way in flight.
That everything you go to do
will be as night before.
When all you ate was beans and franks
and thoughts were farting yore.
Think back, way back
to days of yore
The simplest things today
were such demanding chores
Bake bread from scratch
Slaughter a chicken
Salt it and drain the blood
Fetch the well-water
Trudge through rain and mud
Sew and knit all your clothes
Cut the firewood and keep it lit
Wash and press laundry by hand
Eke out a living from stubborn land
We often say that life was less complex back then
~ Though we can't tell a chicken from a hen
If we'd lived in olden days
days of yore
the golden days
and I were a troubadour
I'd serenade you with my lute
unless I had a flute to toot
or go more than the extra mile
and sing a song to make you smile
not with the end of a lance
would I beg my lady's favour
but gallantly request a dance
mayhaps a carol we could savour
to fight and kill the dragon
and do it all with no fear
I'd pull Excalibur from the stone
for my dear Guinevere
Taking part in tomorrow
Over and again?
Asked of more for who?
To avoid where i don’t know
His time in a lights, blasts
My times haven’t run, home
Learning how i leave, beneath
Beneath my custom
Devoured in still shots
At becoming the he , she would expect of me, another shim
Today and them, never my ways
How i plan to let your rows of fatale petals
Chain me in you hearts
Running out of airs to whips
Ungrippable blasts from my days
Behind your perscriptions
ancient and near