Short Poems (J – Q)


jump on the merry-go-round

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olifelifelifelifelifelifeo
wlifelifelifelifelifelifelifelifelifew
hlifelifelifelifebeginninglifelifelifelifeh
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rlifelifelifelifelifelifer
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lives
running off into
nowhere
starting from 
the beginning


Leaves on the breeze

In all directions
Blown by the wind
Buffeted
Without
Choice


Life’s that bad, is it?

Trying to avoid
Facing reality
By finding different ways
Drugs or fantasies to escape


Light globe

Glowing filament
Fading slowly
Power spent
Leaving
Black


Lines

Straight
Lines
Curved
Lines

Lines going nowhere
Endlessly circling
Or directly to
Their destination

Thin
Lines
Fat 
Lines


litrse

wot duz
it matr

f i kant
spel

mi pernts
didn no

y shud i


means to an end

twist
bend
strain
cook
doctor
rig
fiddle
juggle
fake
act 
bluff
cheat
LIE


One plus one

One 
Person
Cannot love
Fully without
Interaction with
Another life
A second
Person
Two


Patterns of Light

Myriad
Reflections
Splattering
Diffusely
Producing
Latticework
Creations


Perfection Lost

It was something
exquisitely 
beautiful
delicate

A perfect
example
of the artist’s
ability

Now it is lost
shattered broken
split apart
smashed destroyed

Forever
disabled
There are some things
That can’t be fixed


Personal Taste

small
petite
perfectly
smooth and silky
immaculate shape
more appealing
than other
larger
ones


Pornography

dogeared pages
marking the places
that are frequently
turned to
in the book
thought of by some
as indecent
degrading
disreputable
scandalous
but by others as
celebratory
artistic
beautiful
erotic
perhaps
it is both
perhaps
neither
perhaps
a position of compromise
all dependant on
the philosophical
or moral
base
that the individual
viewers
ideas
spring from


Predator or machine

Deep within the rainforest
Hidden in the valley
Unseen unseeing
Still able
To cause
Death


Probably not

I sat down
to write a
poem of
happiness

I finished
with one of
hate despair
emptiness

If I tried
to write one
of chaos 
destruction

Would I write
a poem
that is full
of love joy