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A sort of disappearing act

I can make the world dissappear 
in this moment all that I am is lost ,dissolving into the sunset
I smile as dusk comes to run her cool fingers through my hair

A Sort of Spring

This warm breeze a gentle reprieve
From the harsh cold of winter
A day in the sun lounging thawing my body against the heated rocks
This is the comfort of your embrace 
A sweet lie in the middle of a bitter truth
I can touch the sun as it blooms
Pushing through the frozen earth 
My heart opens
A thousand yellow

Tight Bra Bringing and Started Springing Horn Haiku Sort Of

Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws    
likes women who wear big bras
have heard his oohs and aahs
Trump gives me the blahs
have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs
prefers hearing much

New Sort of Wave

A - rresting beneath dancing fingered fronds palming zephyr's touch.
B - each building sand castles throughout dawning sunlight.
C - rumbling granules of fate in the noonday sun.
D - esigns creating a new look ashore.
E - diting newly fallen sands.
F - ace swells and thins between surges.
G - entle washing refreshens a former facial look.
H -

I'm The Lord-Of Sort-Of

I’m the Lord-of
Kind-of Sort-of
Can’t make up my mind

No yes nor no
Just maybe baby
Give me some more time

I’m not ready
To go steady
Can’t we stick to dating

Don’t you worry
There’s no hurry
Nothing wrong with waiting	

As the Lord-of
Kind-of Sort-of
I will not court a bride

Til’ came the Queen
Of In-Between
Who also can’t decide

We’re both unclear
Which way to steer
And should we say,

Another Sort of Pain

I try to keep my brain alert
By writing poetry.
I am still trying to think,
But my mind is deserting me.

My mind is in a muddle,
As is my pitiful brain
It is a constant struggle
Am I going insane?

Or have I already gone
And I don't know it yet.
Will my mind recover?
Or is this as good as it gets?

I am

The Best Sort of Wonder

The best sort of wonder
Stares blankly, not just at
Rain, and its pooled splat;
As informs mesmeric
On how each act projects
Its ripple effects.

A New Sort of Art

Those who wish to live long aimlessly
try to take advantage of life shamelessly

A Fine Sort of Day

Suffice it to say
Today is a fine sort of day
Unless you are out
In the field pitching hay!

THIRD PLACE WINNER
written July 20, 2021
submitted to "Bite Size No. 14" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier

Sort of Did Stammer and Clammer

sort of did stammer
on Trump Train we did clammer
him in head with hammer

my hair had been wet
one more vaccine I must get
then the quota will be met

give me some more skin
then saw Trump taking a spin
while in den did sin

had bust after boom
zippitied and then would zoom
to another room

Trump do remember
White House no longer member
heard

What Sort of Child

Pray tell, who tore the neighbors’ flowers out?
What sort of child fell madly on their bed?
Surely one unruly and ill-bred!
What had it been that made this child pout
and then go out and ever dare to flout
the rule of being mannerly – to shred
those pretty blooms? Found out, she homeward sped.
She stood accused. The neighbors had

Sort of Speak

I have never been to a place called Rome,
And to know what Romans do at home,

And I thought that Spring was everywhere,
Yet, England claims that 'tis better there,

I think world cities are in the dark,
'Tis Paris, 'City of Lights', hallmark,

The sun does not rise by my window,
But for Samurai in Tokyo,

I never have seen, any

Rumpelstilskin- Sort Of

There once was a maiden with hair like straw,
woven to gold but no one ever saw;
an imp man made a demand,
he had a sneaky plot planned;
so the imp helped her and the King said, AWE!

She wed him and became a Queen with maids,
instead of her head cut off with sharp blades;
the imp wanted her first

Sort of Silly

Sort of Silly

I seem to be on a beautiful roll.

Saw a nice filly walking on Piccadilly;
To you this may sound sort of silly;
My marvelous pick;
Good looking chick;
Compared to my wife was willy nilly.

Jim Horn

Sort of Sleazy

Sort of Sleazy

Trump with all things is out of step,
And at doing things not ever adept;
Slept uneasy;
Sort of sleazy;
In on him old age has crept and crept.

Jim Horn

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