"The King of Brobdingnag and Gulliver" by James GillrayShortest Poem Poetry Contest The Society May 9, 2018 Poetry, Poetry Contests, Popular Poetry Archives 186 Comments Update: Winners announced: http://classicalpoets.org/shortest-poem-contest-winners-announced/\ Scroll down and read the comments section to enjoy all of the submissions. Write the shortest possible rhyming poem that still has meaning. Post it in the comments section below under your full name and general area of residence (“Bob Smith, Denver, Colorado”). You may choose any topic, but please be respectful and no dirty humor. Two entries allowed per poet. When: Now June 9, 2018 midnight EST. Winner Announced June 18, 2018. Who: Anyone in the world, any age or background, may participate. From within the Society, anyone not involved in judging the contest may participate. Prize: $100 Judge: Advisory Board Members who choose to participate Entry Fee: None Examples: Our first example comes from Joe Tessitore of New York City, New York, who came up with this contest. Thank you, Joe! Cooperation One ant can’t. A classic example comes from Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954). It has also been published under the name “Fleas”: Lines on the Antiquity of Microbes Adam Had’em Related Post ‘Let There Be Light’ and Other Poetry by Kim Che... Let There Be Light “Cherubim and Seraphim, assemble and salute! Behold your Lord’s creation; let every tongue fall mute.” Thus Michael spok... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 186 Responses Zachary Dilks May 9, 2018 Zachary Dilks, Austin TX She left, bereft Reply Zachary Dilks May 9, 2018 Zachary Dilks, Austin TX “Love Through The Ages” She left, bereft Reply Bruce Deckert June 5, 2018 Bruce Deckert — Greater Hartford, Connecticut #1 Wise Career Advice to LeBron James When He Was a High School Senior Go pro! #2 Jeopardy Redux: Alex, “How Am I Able to See?” for $1,000 My eye. Reply Bill Eihausen, Fort Collins, Co. June 9, 2018 “Political Season” Lavish Lies Loom Reply Michael Burch May 9, 2018 The Proper Response to Offers of Government Assistance Oh no! Michael R. Burch, Nashville, TN Reply Michael Burch May 9, 2018 Highly Condensed Version of the Declaration of Independence Be Free Michael R. Burch, Nashville, TN Reply Lawal Jimoh July 4, 2018 Hello sir Michael! How beautiful your penning I can’t quantify quintessential quality of a quite quiet quick pen. I doff my hat here at all times. I can’t appreciate you enough of which I got the improvement I sought for in my writing, the training, you took me through on Facebook, awesome you! My account was later finally blocked by Mark Zukerberg and the Facebook team on those two pieces, poems, I posted with the writing learning codes, “L002AD” and “L003AE”, titled, “Questions to Facebook” and “Sometimes Facebook”. Thanks a bunch, sir Michael Burch. Lawal Jimoh, Lagos, Nigeria. Reply Yvette Beshier May 9, 2018 One Thing People Hate to Admit. Yvette Beshier, East Orange, New Jersey I lie. Reply Sathyanarayana May 9, 2018 To rhyme thy writ! Search where my wit? It’s all in whits… oh how to knit? Reply Yvette Beshier May 9, 2018 Seafood Festival Fun Yvette Beshier, East Orange, New Jersey Grab, crab. Reply David Hollywood May 9, 2018 Old Age What seasons doth a life gone past? As ventures! do they show, A body aged, and wisest cast, Into an embers glow. Past Tomorrows Past tomorrows, come and stay, Timed pressed presents, gifts today, Passing backwards, thoughts that say, Gentle times, now gone a way. David Hollywood, presently: Villars – sur – Ollon, Switzerland Reply Carole Mertz May 9, 2018 Carole Mertz lives in Parma, Ohio. Title: To the Progeny of a Bi-racial Marriage Transcend the blend Reply Carole Mertz May 9, 2018 Carole Mertz of Parma, Ohio Fatigued by a Loquacious Friend Gab, grab cab Reply David Paul Behrens May 9, 2018 Knowledge I was born, that’s it. I learned how to spit. David Paul Behrens La Verne, CA Reply David Paul Behrens May 9, 2018 A Rhyme For Orange I tore my pants upon the door hinge As I walked outside to pick an orange. Reply Dusty Grein May 9, 2018 ~ Oregon State, US ~ — [Broken Trust] You lied… I cried, then died inside. — [Clarity] For disambiguation, just eschew obfuscation. — Reply Linda Imbler May 9, 2018 Abate hate. Reply Linda Imbler May 9, 2018 Fame came. Reply Suchitra Das May 9, 2018 (Survival) Seeds feed needs. (Freedom) Uncaged bird; Music heard. Fremont, CA Reply C.B. Anderson May 9, 2018 Transcendental Thoreau Wrote slow. Self-reliant That Ralph Was top-shelf. Reply Amy Foreman May 9, 2018 Amy Foreman of Cascabel, Arizona Short Poem Rules This sort Of sport Is short. Don’t snort. My song, So strong, Not wrong, Or long, Is brief Relief, A chief Motif That’s small, Withal, To all Enthrall. Reply Amy Foreman May 9, 2018 Amy Foreman of Cascabel, Arizona A Parent’s Advice on Winning: To my children, on winning: Don’t shun The one Outdone, My son. Reply James A. Tweedie May 9, 2018 Unintentional poems I have actually seen. A sign in Logan, Utah: City Center Parking Enter A postage cancellation mark from South Australia Postage Paid Adelaide Reply Jack Michael Dashiell May 9, 2018 Romantic Summary When you approach my frequency ascends, When you depart it falls and slowly ends. Reply Hibah Shabkhez May 10, 2018 Give. Live. Reply Hibah Shabkhez May 10, 2018 Title : Life’s Secret Reply Hibah Shabkhez May 10, 2018 Hibah Shabkhez, Paris, France Title : Torsade Crust kist Chocolate twist Come enthrall Us all Reply Joe Tessitore May 10, 2018 Overheard at Ballet Class “Pirouette?” “No, yet!” Reply Joe Tessitore May 10, 2018 Oops, Joe Tessitore, New York, New York Reply Marie-Anna May 10, 2018 fabric hate fabricated yam yum Reply Marie-Anna May 10, 2018 fabric hate fabricated yam yum sending again…left out place South Africa Reply Bernnard Austin May 10, 2018 oh,mysterious time, tick tick tick tick… you keep singing to our ears, Telling us the end is near, Bernnard Austin, Lagos, Nigeria Reply David Watt May 10, 2018 David Watt, Canberra, Australia Slow Service We ate at eight. Too late! Reply Reid McGrath May 10, 2018 “Capitalism” One man can. Reply Reid McGrath May 10, 2018 Pawling, NY Reply Rohini Sunderam May 10, 2018 Who called whom The womb? The tomb! Reply Joe Tessitore May 10, 2018 Since I didn’t know that my example was going to be an entry can I add a second line to it so it reads: one ant can’t three? maybe Joe Tessitore New York, NY Reply The Society May 10, 2018 Of course, Joe. Reply Eponine May 10, 2018 I M A G I N E Reply Eponine May 10, 2018 I M A G I N E . . . Reply Eponine May 10, 2018 I believe, Therefore I am. Reply Lou Fortunato May 10, 2018 Lou Fortunato, Apex, North Carolina My Humor… I dribble drivel Reply Shiny Titus May 10, 2018 Origin of deception Eve Deceive!!! Shiny Titus New York Reply Shiny Titus May 10, 2018 Shiny Titus , New York Epitome of Love “For your embrace I forego paradise “ Reply Mutshidzi Kwinda, Eastern Cape, South Africa May 10, 2018 To my cancer scars The eloquence, a sign of survival Either visible or hidden, you are a symbol of bravery The essence, definition of a fighting warrior, a phenomenal A knock of a slight oblivious rage-subconscious trickery Let the soul pour out a lavish smile of pride It is flesh not soul injured, you assured From a broken temple, courage and bliss you provide A panacea of battles fought and conquered To you is hidden a million intriguing reasons why? The reason you exist is perplexing yet amusing and greater A mark only a warrior can imprint with no shy A vanquisher, fighter… A true victor! I admire you I embrace you Reply Carmine Jablonsky May 10, 2018 To make or spend To earn or burn Hunt or feast Bliss in the end Reply E.J. Hagadorn May 10, 2018 E.J. Hagadorn, Farmington, CT “Scoff” Poetry, shmoetry! Reply Joan Carol Fullmore May 10, 2018 When time to Quit Don’t say Wit! Reply LUCY CORTESE May 10, 2018 EULOGY Fred’s dead STOOD UP Bride cried Jacksonville, FL 32224 Reply Leo Yankevich May 11, 2018 RUSSIAN ROULETTE Bang, poof, the devils dance! Neither side had a chance. Trumpster showed his dukes. and Putin sent back nukes. —Leo Yankevich, Gliwice, Poland Reply Leo Yankevich May 11, 2018 RUSSIAN ROULETTE Bang, poof, the devils dance! Neither side had a chance. Trumpster showed his dukes, and Putin sent back nukes. —Leo Yankevich, Gliwice, Poland Reply Rachel Holbrook May 11, 2018 Rachel Holbrook Knoxville, TN “Dangerous Disappointment” Resident president. Reply Leo Yankevich May 11, 2018 LIBERALS (poem 2) Christians who neither search, believe or go to church. Leo Yankevich, Gliwice, Poland Reply Sathyanarayana May 11, 2018 This tome, a song of holy om; a roaming soul’s journey along the yonder dome, ov’r ocean foam to reach the home, we all belong. (This poem is from my book FINDING THE MOTHER , published in 2012) Sathyanarayana, Nellore, India Reply Phemelo, Pretoria (South Africa) May 11, 2018 Many travel the world in search of what’s outside themselves Yeah, sometimes we go astray before we pass the test Reply Bruce E. Wren May 12, 2018 Meditation on Aging Such amazement at where his days went! Reply Mark Soier May 12, 2018 Here’s a short poem fem Mark Soifer; Where ver I go-Ego Reply Leonard Dabydeen May 12, 2018 Invitation Visitor is a critter. Wall Tab Stick ‘um with gum. Leonard Dabydeen, Brampton, Ontario. Reply Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 13, 2018 Torture Well, tell. Jose Rizal M. Reyes Odiongan, Romblon, Philippines Reply Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 13, 2018 Reconciliation? No! Go! Jose Rizal M. Reyes Odiongan, Romblon, Philippines Reply Tonya McQuade May 13, 2018 Tonya McQuade, San Jose, CA Don’t be a fool; School is cool, Not your Juul. Reply Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 19, 2018 I’ve stopped smoking for a month or two by now without Juul. 🙂 But I was wondering earlier today if … I can smoke during my birthday and a month thereafter (being the birthday of my namesake). That means being able to smoke during the said two days each year. If you were my fairy godmother, Tonya, would you grant to me those two days when I could enjoy the right and freedom to smoke? It means I wouldn’t still smoke for the rest of the year. Jose RMR Reply Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 19, 2018 Please reply quickly. There are only a few hours left in my current birthday. 🙁 Tonya McQuade May 19, 2018 If you’re able to limit yourself to those two days a year, then sure, go for it if it makes you happy. Happy Birthday! Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 20, 2018 Too late the heroine. My birthday is over 🙁 But comes June 19, I’ll consider what you said. I posted my 2 entries right before your first. And you mentioned Juul which I found out is related to smoking. Maybe it was a divine sign … that you have been appointed by Heaven … to decide on the two-day privilege or indulgence … that I was contemplating on. Thanks. Tonya McQuade May 20, 2018 Hi Again – I would not ever encourage you to use heroin, even on your birthday. You asked whether I thought it was okay to smoke a Juul twice a year (at least that’s what I thought you asked). To that, I said go ahead, if you can do so without being addicted. I personally hate any kind of smoking, and a lot of middle and high school students have recently taken to smoking Juuls, thinking they are “cool” and not as bad for them as cigarettes. They can be equally addictive and are a very bad choice, especially for young people – that’s why I wrote the poem I did. Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 21, 2018 Hi Tonya! I don’t know what Juul is. I first met the word in your post. It had a strange, unusual spelling so I looked up for its meaning. My understanding was that it was some sort of a safe substitute substance or something — just like candy or chewing gum, for instance. So what I meant was I stopped smoking cigarette for a month or two without the aid or Juul or anything. I simply quit smoking (which I offered to God in exchange for healing my mother who developed a rare disease in her blood vessels.) I was thus surprised by your mention of heroine. I have never taken any drugs in all my life … and grew up in a culture where drug addicts … were looked down upon. Cigarette is — or was — my sole vice. I drink very occasionally but I can live without it. But when I do drink, I only enjoy it if … I am smoking. So if I would celebrate my birthday with a drink, for instance, I could only enjoy the drink if I can smoke cigarette at the same time. Reply James Lewis Huss May 13, 2018 James Lewis Huss Taipei, Taiwan Gasp My grasp Would surely Make you gasp, But I Am rightly Paralyzed. Reply James Lewis Huss May 13, 2018 James Lewis Huss Taipei, Taiwan Stake My stake in her My heart may break. Reply Bruce E. Wren May 13, 2018 Meditation on Aging So múch amázement At whére his dáys went. (Variation on first submission; accents added to clarify stressed syllables) Reply Tonya McQuade May 13, 2018 Tonya McQuade, San Jose, CA That map app is crap. Reply Luke Knutson May 13, 2018 Aurora, Illinois Title: A Plea from SAT Questions Twenty-Seven to Thirty-Three BAD DAD Reply Nathan Evans May 14, 2018 Nathan Evans, Baltimore OH “Love Emancipated” First Kiss Heart’s bliss “Waking Nightmare” Decaf morn’, forewarn! Reply Jason Larsen May 14, 2018 The functional way Of feng shui Jason W Larsen, Connecticut Reply Bob McGinness, Columbia, SC May 14, 2018 (1) Meditation for a nation. (2) Tolerance, Compassion, Acceptance, in fashion. Reply Dylan R.T. Gibbons, Toronto, ON May 15, 2018 “Discontent from Living in an Ugly City” There is no quaint churchyard for which to speak Or romantic tumult for which to peek; And the only place I can read my Keats Is at home, in bed, atop linen sheets. Reply Adina Wagner May 15, 2018 Adina Wagner, Brunschweig (GER) I lived. And died. But I tried. Reply Zachary Dilks May 16, 2018 Zachary Dilks, Austin TX “I’m Okay” Ok, okay! Reply Jack Michael Dashiell May 16, 2018 Romantic Couplet For love at first sight, spreading waves begin, We most perceive the content, not the skin. Reply priya sharma May 20, 2018 Being Human is…….being you! Reply priya sharma May 20, 2018 I came to my aid. Reply John Rumbley May 22, 2018 I have already submitted these two entries but probably to the wrong web address. Please pardon me if they are duplications. Motivation Gun? Run! Bede’s Need “Need mead!” Cried Bede. Reply John Rumbley May 30, 2018 Oops — Alabama Reply Bruce Edward Wren May 22, 2018 I already submitted this one, but forgot to add my name and general area of residence below, so here goes: Meditation on Aging Such amazement At where his days went. Bruce Wren, Chicago Illinois Reply Lauren Latona May 22, 2018 Time is but a rule To the fool. Reply Dipanwita mahata May 23, 2018 “Roses are red voilets are blue you are my mummy and I love you”. Reply Kendyll G May 24, 2018 Kendyll Gambone, Royersford PA “Free Nation” It is our right to speak until it is our right to remain silent Reply Kendyll G May 24, 2018 Kendyll Gambone, Royersford PA “Lost History” Call me paper back Even my ashes tell a better story Reply B. L. Pérez May 24, 2018 [Title: “Portuguese from the Sonnets III”] Mine, with pulses, beats double thine; Thine double, beats pulses, with mine. [Bio: B. L. Pérez; Fuchū, Japan] [Notes/Hints: chiasmus-like, palindrome-like (not sure there’s a word for it)] Reply FoxyGoddess May 26, 2018 Get out of house = Happy Spouse Reply Jose Rizal M. Reyes May 30, 2018 Cute rhyming 🙂 Reply FoxyGoddess June 4, 2018 why thank you very much! yume iizuka May 30, 2018 Rhyme for all of time Wine for the mind Reply yume iizuka May 30, 2018 Tokyo Japan Reply Daniel Galef June 1, 2018 Daniel Galef, Montreal, QC Budget Honeymoon For us, a bus. Reply Daniel Galef June 1, 2018 Daniel Galef, Montreal, QC Much Fun A saint ain’t. Reply Daniel Galef June 1, 2018 ***I put this in the comments above, but it looks like the website took it out as spam: Both of the poems I posted have been previously published, which I hope is no issue. I tried to put the URL underneath, but the comments showed up without them. Just FYI, “Budget Honeymoon” was printed in Light Quarterly in 2015, and “Much Fun” was printed in LUPO in 2017. Both are available for reprinting if desired. Reply Jenni Wyn Hyatt June 1, 2018 Who’s watching? Time is the name of the silent spectator at every game. Reply Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto June 1, 2018 Something we don’t say Aye I Lie Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto, Nigeria Reply Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto June 1, 2018 The Pincode 4.1.9 Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto, Nigeria Reply Neelam June 1, 2018 Hard luck! Empty stomach… Reply Neelam June 1, 2018 I kill… Against my will! Reply Andrew Joseph June 1, 2018 The Crazy Train Password I, eye, aye Reply Marion Bond June 1, 2018 Aidan Turner God bod Reply Edmund Jonah June 1, 2018 Infinity, Oh Divinity, Makes my eyes weep. Give me immunity prom continuity. Forever, Let me sleep, and sleep, and sleep. Reply Annabelle Fuller June 1, 2018 Annabelle Fuller – Yorkshire, England Neptune A Divine From the brine. Reply wendy lee klenetsky June 1, 2018 Overheard At The Bar-be-que: “Franks? “Thanks!” Reply Sandip Saha, Kolkata, India June 1, 2018 Men fight women’s might Reply Sandip Saha, Kolkata, India June 1, 2018 Poets compose Critics dispose. Reply Jordan Hege June 1, 2018 Tragedy Too late Fixed fate. Reply Juleigh Howard-Hobson June 1, 2018 Martyr’s Imperative I Die. Juleigh Howard-Hobson, Cascadia USA Reply Juleigh Howard-Hobson June 1, 2018 Grass=Milk How Cow? Juleigh Howard-Hobson, Cascadia USA Reply Brian Mc Cabe June 1, 2018 First Love: Miss Bliss Brian Mc Cabe , Ireland Reply Brian Mc Cabe June 1, 2018 The Wonder of Grass Green Sheen Reply Jeff Morgan June 1, 2018 The cold and bearded heaven looms ready to hurl his scepter of levin, an atonement from the barb of a sheep. Reply Skip Hughes June 1, 2018 Skip Hughes of central Indiana Even Though God Didn’t Give Me Wings I Fly. Reply Skip Hughes June 1, 2018 Skip Hughes, central Indiana Inevitably You Grew Reply Katherine Todd June 1, 2018 Katherine Todd Manhattan, KS First Submission/Saving Grace: What chases you in your nightmares is what you send to your god in prayers. Second Submission/Wilting: Wilting flowers in a vase get thrown away with great haste, and I see the smile slide off your face. Reply Cathy Watness June 1, 2018 Cathy Watness Indianapolis, IN Trump America Tariff risen prison. Reply Cathy Watness June 1, 2018 Cathy Watness Indianapolis, IN Death’s Oxygen Meth breath of Death. Reply Paris Providence June 1, 2018 “River Bodies” There are shadows, In the shallows. End Reply Emory D. Jones June 1, 2018 WATER LOVE Ripples kiss the pool’s edge. Reply Damian Balassone June 1, 2018 The Epigrams The epigrams of Wilde console the tortured child. Damian Balassone, Australia Reply matthew scott harris June 1, 2018 ineluctable legal tender one Benjamin current enticement. Reply SAJAL KUMAR PAL June 2, 2018 Melancholy – Alone in crowd He is nobody, But proud. Reply Lawal Jimoh June 2, 2018 Love Will Never Do This Wrong Still Thrill Lawal Jimoh Ishola, LJ, L27, Lagos, NG Reply Lawal Jimoh June 2, 2018 Many One done cone. Two too three. Lawal Jimoh Ishola, LJ, L27, Lagos, NG Reply Maria Zafar June 2, 2018 Shadows shadow shadows Reply Abdul Wahab Lawal June 2, 2018 Me. We. Vanity. Humanity. Choose, ye. Abdul Wahab Lawal, Lagos, Nigeria. Reply James B. Nicola June 2, 2018 [When the sky’s so blue] When the sky’s so blue, I can’t be, too! Reply James B. Nicola June 2, 2018 Trip of a Lifetime The place within. Shall we begin? Reply Abdul Wahab Lawal June 2, 2018 Abdul Wahab Lawal, Lagos, Nigeria Mother She almost murders her soul To mother your whole Mother her. Reply Ian J Frost June 2, 2018 Jack Wolfe Frost, Wales, UK Madness Society. Reply Edward Hayes June 2, 2018 June 2, 2018 Here, for better or [much] worse, my pale effort: True poets’ lot: To be forgot And in defense of the above, slightly longer, but by any standard brief: True, a shorter might be found But none such fun, or more profound Ted Hayes Elkton Virginia Reply JahB Prescott June 2, 2018 JahB Prescott, San Diego, CA “Wassup” Yo! Yo? Reply Justin Zhang June 2, 2018 Justin Zhang, Rockville Maryland The end transcends to infinity Hi Bye, Reply theodore eisenberg June 2, 2018 Theodore Eisenberg North Caldwell, NJ Limns Palms alms qualms psalms Tomes domes oms poems Reply Justin Zhang June 2, 2018 Justin Zhang, Rockville Maryland Title: on a boat in the white sea seasick with the Bolsheviks Reply Brady Alexander June 2, 2018 Brady Alexander, Louisville, Kentucky “Blueprints for a All Life” 1.) Fizzy 2.) Dizzy 3.) Busy … 4.) Done 5.) and Gone. Reply Brady Alexander June 2, 2018 I’m so sorry, I totally goofed. The title should be “Blueprints for All Life.” If anybody knows how to edit my comment, you can totally hit me up Reply Mark McPHEE June 2, 2018 -SALVATION AWAITS- B.C. -SILENT POET- Mime Rhyme. Reply Michael Vines June 2, 2018 old days and lives for what I long with tear stained hands the cold stone kept Reply Yusuf June 3, 2018 Ann Can Reply George Ross June 3, 2018 Kathmandu I love you Timbuktu Reply Kim Blades June 3, 2018 He cried as he lied that he’d tried. Reply Monching Llena June 3, 2018 Count’s Outrage Killed, Licked. Reply Monching Llena June 3, 2018 my email’s email@example.com Reply Richard Knickerbocker June 4, 2018 Too Much When we take on too much more often than not we might accomplish quite a lot with not one thing taken on done right. Reply Kafilah Sulaimon June 4, 2018 I, TOO, WEAR BEAUTY Sometimes, I want to open my hijab, and show the world, …that I too, am beautiful in the people’s definition. But, deep down here, in my huge heart, I know that beauty is by definition, a mystery. And it is forever more rewarding, to be beautiful in God’s eyes. Sometimes, I want to wear ruffled dressed and tight jeans, show off what I really look like, under those baggy shirts and loosely fitted pants, make a statement, that I too, have a figure and worth looking at. But, I know better, to avoid entering the world of men’s imagination, for I love my future husband, and I am ashamed, what should be his, has already been unveiled by others. Sometimes, I want to show the world, the other side of me, in the raw, buff and crazier me. Put myself on display, for everyone to see, to be desired and admired upon. But, I know that eyes are not just eyes, seeing is not just seeing, Image and respect are gained, Shame and humility deserve a better place. I too wear beauty. Reply Richard Knickerbocker, Dartmouth, MA June 4, 2018 Modern Poetry When I ponder modern poetry in words that don’t connect or complement, I hang them out to wonder then wonder why I bother to figure out just what that author meant. Reply J. M. Lambert June 4, 2018 On the need to appreciate art. “Behoove the Louvre” Reply Barbara S. Tinsley June 4, 2018 Bird Flight Watching bird flight by the shore, A poet asks: do words as adequately soar? Reply Barbara S. Tinsley June 4, 2018 Bird Flight Watching bird flight by the shore, I ask? do words as lofty soar? Reply Barbara S. Tinsley June 4, 2018 Love Takes Two He slept. I wept. Reply Barbara S. Tinsley June 4, 2018 Love Takes Two I wept. He slept. Reply Julia McGinness June 4, 2018 It’s going to be a beautiful day Because I’ll make it that way And you will see that I am right Before today turns into tonight Reply John Kolyav June 5, 2018 John Kolyav, Kottayam, India Gandhi For religious harmony he did a lot But became a scapegoat Reply John Kolyav June 5, 2018 A bomb blast Sight last Reply Regina Stredic June 5, 2018 WAR…FOR? Reply Bruce Deckert June 5, 2018 Bruce Deckert — Greater Hartford, Connecticut #1 Wise Career Advice to LeBron James When He Was a High School Senior Go pro! #2 Jeopardy Redux: Alex, “How Am I Able to See?” for $1,000 My eye. Reply Williams Oladele June 6, 2018 “On Changing the world” Only one man Or woman can. Williams Oladele, Lagos, Nigeria. Reply Williams Oladele June 6, 2018 “Why I Write” I write To right! Williams Oladele, Lagos, Nigeria. Reply Jais C.K. June 7, 2018 Jais C.K. Kottayam, Kerala. BURDEN Excess of my treasure Increases blood pressure Reply Jais C.K. June 7, 2018 Jais C.K. Kottayam, Kerala. The Road to Life I miss Accident’s kiss Reply Victoria Crawford June 7, 2018 Worrying About International Relations China gives angina Reply Annapurna Sharma June 7, 2018 LOVE Red rose …sows Reply Annapurna Sharma June 7, 2018 MOTHERHOOD Womb bloom Reply Owoh ugonna June 8, 2018 My grandmother lifted her dark veil It fell on my grandfather’s dead cell Reply Owoh ugonna June 8, 2018 I want to ask my grandmother If till death us path is her new wedding with my grandfather Reply J. Simon Harris June 8, 2018 J. Simon Harris, Raleigh, NC “On the Homeric Hymns” A Homer misnomer. *Footnote: the Homeric hymns were probably not written by Homer. Reply Bernadette Perez June 8, 2018 Deep Black hole Reply Mrs. Mary Joshy June 9, 2018 Mary Joshy Vazhakulam, Kerala, India Flower and Nail A good man’s words may soothe us like a rose A bad one’s often fix us to a cross Reply Mrs. Mary Joshy June 9, 2018 Vazhakulam, Kerala, India Vegetarian Chicken in kitchen sickens me Reply Johann Sergl June 9, 2018 Hörgertshausen, Bavaria, Germany The struggle of a dying art Information in sensation? Reply Johann Sergl June 9, 2018 Hörgertshausen, Bavaria, Germany The forgotten first verse Fright makes might, Reply Isaac Foreman June 9, 2018 Jacob Foreman (son of Amy Foreman), Cascabel, AZ Poem #1 “My Old Farm” Airplanes fly low Over milo, And the silo Stands so tall. Poem #2 “The Stuck Pig” See the hog In the bog Through the fog And the smog? Reply Isaac Foreman June 9, 2018 Grace Foreman (daughter of Amy Foreman), Cascabel, AZ Poem 1: “Tax Time” Take some pills For all your ills, Then go ahead And pay the bills. Poem 2: “Uncle Fred’s Haircut” “Get all ready, Uncle Freddy; Just hold steady For Aunt Letty.” Reply Louisa Foreman June 9, 2018 Ben Foreman (son of Amy Foreman), Cascabel, AZ Poem #1: “Double-Fudge Ripple” Taste this cream; It’s so supreme, Just like a dream, It makes me scream. Poem #2: “Cheesemaking” Find a way To weigh The whey. Reply Dan Gallagher, New Zealand June 9, 2018 Why bees don’t have knees Stems Wreck’em Reply Dan Gallagher, New Zealand June 9, 2018 How the snake knew the apple in the Garden of Eden was poisonous It Bit Reply Bernadette Perez June 10, 2018 Deep Black hole Weep Soul Reply Daniel Barshay June 25, 2018 So . . . what won This thing you run? Reply The Society June 25, 2018 http://classicalpoets.org/shortest-poem-contest-winners-announced/ Reply matthew scott harris June 25, 2018 Nietzscheism transcend gravity. Reply Spilios Kouvelis November 15, 2018 Wind Blowers stay warm. 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