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Inside Words

Here is just a little clue,   
Look inside the words I write,
Other words hide in there, too,
When packed in tight, they unite.

Scapegoat is the first one,
I don’t think a goat’s aware,
Escaping from this poem,
That his pelt might need repair.

Afterthought is complex too,
A thought that comes thereafter,
After all the work is through,
Thought-too-late distractor.

Airbag? Are you serious?
Air, of course, you cannot see,
Plastic bags are hazardous.
That just makes no sense to me.

Doughnuts are my favorite treat,
It’s true nutlets grow on trees,
Bakery goods are oh so sweet,
But I’m out of dough, you see.  

©2020BeverlyStock

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Is Slow the Way To Go

Slow Rolling railcars are a better pick,
If high-speed travel makes you sick.

Slow On The Uptake is confusing,
Slow But Sure, safe but unamusing. 

Slow Markets make a stock broker mad,
Slow Release tablets - best to be had!

In the Slow Lane, you're just an onlooker.
Best “Slow” I know is in my Slow Cooker.

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Covid Vaccine

Causative agent of disease
One of several variants to appease
Void of any discriminating abstractions
Interaction breeds human contagion
Distress inflamed in us by slow vaccination

Vaccine does diminish Covid effects
Antigen activity does reject
Chills that instill fear among us
Coughs that grip lungs, with expulsion dubious
Immunizations, please make haste
Never ending cautions are relentless
Ensuring man’s safety is quite precarious	.

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Fish Scales

Without it, some girls are just pale,
Girls use it to attract males,
Although it can be pretty,
Its history's a bit gritty,
Most lipsticks contain fish scales!

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Ghost Ship

Sea Sick
Hurried Trip
Slow Drip
Rode Till
Boat Tips
Boat Sinks
Ghost Ship

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Spring-Hidden Poetry

Spring- Hidden Poetry
©2019 Beverly Stock

Splendid, bright,
with the call 
of spring,
trees flush,
thy oak leaves,
while each year 
thou bequeath 
some pledge of 
greater majesty.

Created by choosing specific words from more extensive work, this “Hidden Poem” is culled from the poem below.  “Black Out'' or ”Hidden Poems” selections original poetry text highlighted, cut out, or masked. The poem below is in the public domain. 

Monadnock in Early Spring Amy Lowell, 1874 - 1925
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all
The little lesser hills which compass thee,
Thou standest, bright  with April’s buoyancy,
Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall
Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call
Of Spring, thy trees flush with expectancy
And cast a cloud of crimson, silently,
Above thy snowy crevices where fall
Pale shriveled oak leaves, while the snow beneath
Melts at their phantom touch. Another year
Is quick with import. Such each year has been.
Unmoved thou watchest all and all bequeath
Some jewel to thy diadem of power,
Thou pledge of greater majesty unseen.

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Submission

Submission
By Beverly Stock

I called the editor knowing
That my temper would be showing
And said the following to him:

“I sent a poem here, sir”
(I said growing fiercer,)
“And the subject which
I’d chosen, Sir, was Spring.”

“ I just scanned your paper,
By sunlight, torch and taper,
Of my poem, I do not see a thing”

He spoke, I’m sure it was a fib,
Said he, smug and very glib,
“Of the sixty-one submitted, we printed one.”

“And we’ve decided they should be divided
Among the years then reunited
With a new one each succeeding Spring.”

“Your submission, I’m pleased to mention-”
Will receive our best attention
In our Spring Edition - 2081.”

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The Mouse

The mouse was swallowed by a grouse,
Hawk had the grouse for dinner.
One gunshot blast, the hawk was dead,
the mouse walked out the winner.

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Reflection

Reflection
By Beverly Stock

Wise and grave was the reflected face,
A youth-grown man in a mirrored space;

 While the wayworn face now quite shy, 
 Grew gentler-lipped and shadowy-eyed;

 He heard a low whisper naming him.
 That sound from the world's end vast and dim,

 Where the sun went wandering out so far
 Through a gate in the mountain left ajar,

 The sea birds love, and the land birds flee,
 The youth-grown man found eternity.
					
2021©Beverly Stock

Beverly Stock, an American poet, delights in creating “Found” poetry that combines her words with existing poems and other texts in the public domain and brings new meaning to older familiar passages. Visit  www.BeverlyStockPoetry.com.

Her first book, The Prayerful Poet, a publication of HarperCollins Christian Publishing, offers a harbor for relaxation and meditation and focuses on the faith-based message. www.theprayerfulpoet.com


The Face In The Stream, a poem in the public domain by Canadian poet Bliss Carman (April 15, 1861 – June 8, 1929), inspired my “Found” poem, Reflection.