Post your favorite very short poem

Here are two examples:

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Ring of Bone (aka "I Saw Myself") by Lew Welch


I saw myself
a ring of bone
in the clear stream
of all of it

and vowed
always to be open to it
that all of it
might flow through

and then heard
"ring of bone" where
ring is what a

bell does



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"Fog"
by Carl Sandburg


The fog comes
on little cat feet.
 
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
 

is it Dickinson?

How dreary to be Someone
How public, like a bog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog.

I don't think that is exactly it, but something like it....

"God in His wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why."

White feathery flakes fall
Like a snowstorm in summertime




I told you it sucks but I remember it every time those white weed/tree/ thingies fly around. I have no clue what they are but it looks like snow in the middle of summer.

It's quite beautiful....

Here's mine. I wrote it for Peggy:

I have spent my entire life
trying to give an eye for wisdom
and all along
you had an eye for beauty


Khash.

Fleas

Adam had'em

... Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll write an ode to thee,
What pencil should I use?
2B or not 2B?

Spike Milligan
Trumpeter, novelist, poet, comic-genius and Goon
Buried under a gravestone that reads "See, I TOLD you I was I'll"

Open-mouthed, the baby god
Immense, bald, though baby-headed,
Cried out for the mother's dug.
The dry volcanoes cracked and spit,

Sand abraded the milkless lip.
Cried then for father's blood
Who set wasp, wolf and shark to work,
Engineered the gannet's beak.

Dry-eyed, the inveterate patriarch
Raised his men of skin and bone,
Barbs on the crown of gilded wire,
Thorns on the bloody-rose stem.

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

thanks for posting that.

He was. Thanks for the Plath upthread. :hi:

e.e. cummings

:thumbsup:

which is why i seldom capitalize

because I'm lazy. :D :hi:

... capitalism (of the rampant variety)... is not always welcomed...

I think I love you. :D

... damn... I'm good...

:evilgrin:

:loveya:

by William Carlos Williams:

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

here sits work
waiting...

and isn't life
a wondrous thing?

in the waiting
and
in the happening

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain’d and sooth’d
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
“Thanatopsis.”

thanks so much for reminding me of it.

I think I'll have to name something Thanatopsis one day, it would make a cool name for a fish or a cat or something

We fit together like a hook and eye
A fish hook, an open eye.

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies 5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee? 20

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

A man said to the Universe: "Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the Universe,
"the fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
-- Stephen Crane

lol

I love you, but why must you love the law?
'Tis plain for all to see that she's a whore
who virtuous men have no need to woo;
who villains screw, then studiously ignore.

It's from V for Vendetta, when he's making all the computers malfunction. Then there's my attempt at haiku:

golden chessboards lay
in grasses weaving, weaving
webs to catch the rain

;)

Adam
Had 'em.

Nimbus

What is this gray cloud?

I stare at the mirror

It radiates out from my face

A silvery gray cloud

Am I holy?

Hardly


:shrug:

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I just wear my Wings
And instead of tolling the Bell for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Your immoral war sucks, and so do you.

Violets are blue, roses are red,
You lied to us then, and now thousands are dead.

Walked away

by me