Triolet Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 3:37pm
11th Jul 2024 3:37pm
The Hanging Judge
Would Clarence Thomas be trump's hanging judge
with his trumpish way of distorting truths,
he seems to harbour some deep-seated grudge
would Clarence Thomas be trump's hanging judge?
It don't look like it would take much of a nudge
and, he'll get saved in his confession booth,
would Clarence Thomas be trump's hanging judge
with his trumpish way of distorting truths?
with his trumpish way of distorting truths,
he seems to harbour some deep-seated grudge
would Clarence Thomas be trump's hanging judge?
It don't look like it would take much of a nudge
and, he'll get saved in his confession booth,
would Clarence Thomas be trump's hanging judge
with his trumpish way of distorting truths?
#triolet
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
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Poem Published
8th Feb 2024 6:28pm
8th Feb 2024 6:28pm
My Voodoo Dolls
My voodoo dolls just do not work
that Pukin's not gone straight to hell
nor tRump, that dirty grifting jerk,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work,
I've tried gold pins for what that's worth
and blood of bat and chanted spells
beneath blood moons, I haven't shirked,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work.
No faltering in their foul smirks
as they ring freedom's death knell bell
in their bloodied vile fascist kirk
no faltering of their sick smirks,
And then I find by some strange quirk
why my dark arts don't work too...
that Pukin's not gone straight to hell
nor tRump, that dirty grifting jerk,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work,
I've tried gold pins for what that's worth
and blood of bat and chanted spells
beneath blood moons, I haven't shirked,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work.
No faltering in their foul smirks
as they ring freedom's death knell bell
in their bloodied vile fascist kirk
no faltering of their sick smirks,
And then I find by some strange quirk
why my dark arts don't work too...
#triolet
#curse
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Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 6:58pm
21st Jan 2024 6:58pm
Manic Paddy
I hate those jolly TV shows
with the host so shrieking happy,
basked in fan's imbecilic glows
I hate those jolly TV shows,
From Jane or Joe's first screamed hello
I'm hurled to a manic paddy,
I hate those jolly TV shows
with the host so shrieking happy...
with the host so shrieking happy,
basked in fan's imbecilic glows
I hate those jolly TV shows,
From Jane or Joe's first screamed hello
I'm hurled to a manic paddy,
I hate those jolly TV shows
with the host so shrieking happy...
#triolet
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Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 5:41pm
20th Jan 2024 5:41pm
The Rubber Room
I'm stuck inside this villanelle
( I should've tried a triolet)
there's no peace in these foreign dells
I'm stuck inside this villanelle,
I'm confused now, it's hard to tell...
a Villanelle or roundelay?
am I inside a villanelle
Sonnet or some DAMN triolet!
Released, free from my villanelle
( madness can sneak up day by day)
the stress and strain, a telling bell,
Release Thyself From Villanehell!
A little voice inside me yells
" a habit forming...
( I should've tried a triolet)
there's no peace in these foreign dells
I'm stuck inside this villanelle,
I'm confused now, it's hard to tell...
a Villanelle or roundelay?
am I inside a villanelle
Sonnet or some DAMN triolet!
Released, free from my villanelle
( madness can sneak up day by day)
the stress and strain, a telling bell,
Release Thyself From Villanehell!
A little voice inside me yells
" a habit forming...
#triolet
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Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
The Minotaur
The Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
#monsters
#mythology
#triolet
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Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 4:49pm
12th Jan 2024 4:49pm
The Cavalry
A plague on all your houses sir
and so it was it came to pass
even the plague has concurred
a plague on all your houses sir,
I can not speak but I have heard
death's silent rattle to the past
this plague on all your houses sirs
and so it is, it came, they pass.
*
I stretch my mind for future word
to say '' all is well in this time ''
I strain, ''new strain'' is all I've heard
I stretch my mind for future word,
with futile pen I...
and so it was it came to pass
even the plague has concurred
a plague on all your houses sir,
I can not speak but I have heard
death's silent rattle to the past
this plague on all your houses sirs
and so it is, it came, they pass.
*
I stretch my mind for future word
to say '' all is well in this time ''
I strain, ''new strain'' is all I've heard
I stretch my mind for future word,
with futile pen I...
#triolet
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Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 9:35am
8th Jan 2024 9:35am
His Mouth Organ
His mouth-organ plays such sweet tunes
under supple lip and quick tongue,
so skillfully he makes it croon
his mouth-organ plays such sweet tunes,
And me, child-like, am not immune
to this Pied Piper piping come...
His mouth organ plays such sweet tunes
under supple lip and quick tongue.
under supple lip and quick tongue,
so skillfully he makes it croon
his mouth-organ plays such sweet tunes,
And me, child-like, am not immune
to this Pied Piper piping come...
His mouth organ plays such sweet tunes
under supple lip and quick tongue.
#triolet
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Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 12:23pm
7th Jan 2024 12:23pm
Gone...
My life stopped when my Mother died
but not so much when Pa past on,
I tried to grieve I tried and tried
my life stopped when my Mother died,
I self harmed, burned thighs, arms, cried, cried
how could you do this to me... gone?
My life stopped when my Mother died
but not so much when Pa past on...
but not so much when Pa past on,
I tried to grieve I tried and tried
my life stopped when my Mother died,
I self harmed, burned thighs, arms, cried, cried
how could you do this to me... gone?
My life stopped when my Mother died
but not so much when Pa past on...
#triolet
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Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 6:10pm
5th Jan 2024 6:10pm
My Simple Dream
I wish to be a simple dream
not needing to be woken up
all in the dark to this world's schemes
I wish to be a simple dream...
Slumbering through eternity
to have no need to eat nor sup,
I wish to be a simple dream
not needing to be woken up.
not needing to be woken up
all in the dark to this world's schemes
I wish to be a simple dream...
Slumbering through eternity
to have no need to eat nor sup,
I wish to be a simple dream
not needing to be woken up.
#triolet
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Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 11:37am
19th Dec 2023 11:37am
xmas.
There are no silent holy nights
the songs of xmas ring out false,
just rattling tills at shopping sites
there are no silent, holy nights.
Traffic noise reaches dreadful heights
from shopping site to shopping mall,
there are no silent holy nights
the songs of xmas, ring out false.
The Minster choir sings xmas hymns
ringing this dead stone hollow hall,
raising voices in praise of him
the Minster choir sings xmas hymns.
The congregation moved to sing
but I utter sweet bugger all, ...
the songs of xmas ring out false,
just rattling tills at shopping sites
there are no silent, holy nights.
Traffic noise reaches dreadful heights
from shopping site to shopping mall,
there are no silent holy nights
the songs of xmas, ring out false.
The Minster choir sings xmas hymns
ringing this dead stone hollow hall,
raising voices in praise of him
the Minster choir sings xmas hymns.
The congregation moved to sing
but I utter sweet bugger all, ...
#triolet
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Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 12:55pm
18th Dec 2023 12:55pm
Is There Life on Mars?
Such barren fields of verse eye sees
the only crop is withered angst
all fertilized by me! me! me!
such arid lines of verse to read,
Aye', and here's the rub writ on sleeves
and at the risk of seeming crank,
seek outside self just look and see
then you might write some poetry.
I swear I'd see more life on Mars
dumb robots squeak much sweeter tunes,
no trilling larks but lasting marks
than those writ here without a spark,
no canals for sure so no barques
no maid Thuvia too or Barsoom.
it seems to me the...
the only crop is withered angst
all fertilized by me! me! me!
such arid lines of verse to read,
Aye', and here's the rub writ on sleeves
and at the risk of seeming crank,
seek outside self just look and see
then you might write some poetry.
I swear I'd see more life on Mars
dumb robots squeak much sweeter tunes,
no trilling larks but lasting marks
than those writ here without a spark,
no canals for sure so no barques
no maid Thuvia too or Barsoom.
it seems to me the...
#rhyming
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