Short Take Turns Poems
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One cup of happy
Two cups of kisses and hugs
Each take turns stirring
Keep wishes and dreams set high
Bake and take a slice of life...
Graeae Witches of foul prophecy
share one oculus between three,
they take turns consigning
their eye of divining,
dreaded spinsters of destiny!
I looked at Life and Death
take turns in those weary eyes;
I felt the warmth of one
slowly change into shivering
then in the cold embrace of the other.
I looked at Life and Death:
I narrowed my eyelids and I cried.
Marco
Form:
We could still hear you purring…
Until a veil between us appears.
We take turns getting close.
But we all understand.
That her body has turned to shards.
So that her soft fur hurts us.
But we hug her anyway.
I work with this girl that is not to bright. But that is aright because the more she works
the more she learns. On our jobs we take turns we use alcohol any cut’s it will burn. But
just for awhile we take turns so watch out for the alcohol it really burns.
Form:
When time reaches autumn,
leaves turn bloody and blow away
snow creeps in to create misery for a while
winter freezes all in place, numbing all bliss
spring takes over and sadness melts
peace sits on the throne, but won't forever
as each season take turns
playing king for generations to come
exuding hope and love
sprinkling joy on ordinariness of the day
they take turns following
communing in a telepathic way
cats, dogs, bunnies, lambs, deer, squirrel,
finding each other
giving each other hope
sharing optimism and joy
in every meadow, barnyard and woods
not able to help themselves
fall preparations
for cold winter days and nights
chores shared made easier
stacking firewood in the shed
take turns at the cider press
hanging herbs to dry
help pick and can tomatoes
turn the garden plot
clean the chicken house, run...hide!
having more fun than working
Our pets got old.
We all acted surprised.
When we had puppies and kittens…
They were playful and unstoppable.
So were we.
As they settled down-
We graduated high school.
As they got weak and scraggly-
We graduated collage.
Now we take turns sending our condolences.
Our friendships changed.
Our pets loved us all the way home.
me, myself and I
take turns doing many tasks -
afterwards, we play!
For the Senryu on Your Own Existence Poetry contest of marvin celetial
(Based on the idiomatic expression: wearing many hats; for me, life is full when there is much to do, but it's interesting, and also, there is much fun to look forward to!)
for Sam
We take turns stabbing
with our shovel at rocky clay dirt
until the cut's deep
enough for what little remains
of our family dog.
Warm wet salt drops--
on my tongue as
I sip wine from a fragile glass
Stare through to hawks
swimming in October winds
circling hills full of Diablo
full of still,
old oaks--
small,
petrified, bony.
Each day becomes an afterthought for a while.
Trying to remember those last days of us.
When we were feasting on our time left.
We would take turns closing our eyes to go to sleep.
With you almost touching my toes.
Tears that would invade too early.
Watching you to see your breathing.
And that would make me cry even more.
The doctors would always take turns
And Hawkeye would have his concerns
The nurse with hot lips
Was swinging her hips
Enticing the lonely Frank Burns
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Entry: "On a Lim" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
April 30, 2022
(1)
World wide poverty for us all please
We groan. We march. We kick. We stomp and wheeze.
World wide fairness for all of us please.
We shrivel. We shake. We taunt and we tease.
World wide humor for you and me both.
Let us take the pledge. Let us swear the oath.
Life has to be fair. We need to take turns.
We better each other. We crash and we burn.
VERDICT
Is it from a past memory that one learns
The thing that someone once did, or said to you
It is as if one’s heart and brain each take turns
To reconcile recollections that accrue
After all this time, that angry flame still burns
And I still wonder what really can be true
That word that affects me to this very day
Guilty is a verdict that I took away
Queen of my dreams, oh! my love,
Up in the sky and the world above.
Instant touch of winds make me feel,
Caresses of you, again, I appeal.
Knower of unknown, send her back,
Watching from above, to fill my sack.
Ice-cold have I turned without you,
Take off the veil, from the blue.
Take turns backward or else I’ll die
End up my life, no more sighs.
Death completes all, no more cries.
The narrow old bridge
A short-cut to town
To and fro traffics
Have to take turns
No pushing and rushing
But patience and tolerance
On this bottle-necked old bridge
People stopped to greet
Even to strangers they meet
But a friendly smile is lost
Since the old bridge is rebuilt
For cars to speed
For traffic to be fluent
For oldies' hearts to be separated
To be dragged further apart
Pristine white
Blank canvas
If walls could talk
Mute lifeless frames
Boxed decor
Where random players take turns
Unfolding their drama
Living their realities
Their joys their tragedies
Occupy their time
Without leaving a trace
There then gone
Back to a blank canvas
For the next set of players
One sequence then another
And another then another
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 25, 2019
"Tell me, Purple, do you envy your sisters?
Do they envy you in the shy morning mist? "
“Pink-Dawn and Day-Blue, both cheerful and pretty,
paint the wide sky in sunlit visions.
I bruise the clouds and make them weep
with rain - to turn the grasses green.
I envy them not, nor they me.
We each take turns to paint the scene.
And sometimes, at the edge of days,
see us together: Purple, Pink and Blue and Gray!”
Lines start to intersect.
In just the right way…
Because my scribbles are now words!
Because I’m writing somehow!
This is real! I promise that they are real words!
That’s the process, it’s a process.
Scribbles become more and more real,
The paper just sort of…
Absorbs my power.
The paper and I take turns creating.
When the paper sleeps, I take over.
And over and over…
And that’s how I’m a famous writer.
This beauty is too big for me;
it feels like a dream.
I desperately need
you by my side
so these wonders can spill
into both our eyes.
Which way should I turn?
I need us to take turns
to drink the whole scene in.
On this poor lonely page,
these picture-perfect palm trees
have now overflowed
into hyperbole.
This beauty is too big for me.
I want you to smell the salt with me,
I wish you could walk through waves with me,
I need you to make it real.
Form:
bubble gurgle bubble gurgle bubble bubble bubble bubble
he is as relaxed as a puppy, tiny bubbles on his mouth
worn out from today’s stroller ride; April air does this to him.
my husband and I take turns peeking at him, to see if he is breathing.
he gurgles and bubbles, unconcerned, dreaming baby dreams.
four months old, and we cannot remember life without him
have we ever been more in love in our lives?
Just one other time, when our daughter was a baby.
Life’s pitiless pathetic ploy -
There is more sad than there’s of joy.
For hearty laughs and happy cheers
Here comes a penalty of tears.
I gleaned from what life got me through
To navigate between the two.
I pledged a compromising pact -
My funnybone to counteract.
These two take turns, sadness and joy -
Life’s pitiless pathetic ploy.
I can’t do both at once - thereby -
I gotta laugh so I don’t
cry.
November 20, 2022
I find myself
In the middle of nowhere
And I don't see signs
Of anything familiar,
Yet I take turns
As if I'm going somewhere,
I meet new people
Strangers who welcome me
And I confide in them,
Unwilling to remember
My reason for being there,
But then I recall
Not charting a destination
For I had none,
No special place I had to be
Except to escape from there
Where old memories live.
December 17, 2017
Placed 5th in December premiere contest by Brian Strand