Starting a thread of tiny poems

The Creative Process: Mission Creep

First imagine, then define.
Ok? No. Cross out, refine.
How quick the devising,
how slow the revising:
over and over
rewriting the line.

Abusers love to push and pout
And cause you consternation.
Just laugh inside each time they shout:
You'll up their medication.

Me, caught in swirling currents,
swept along, in need,
you shot me a line
and I reached for it.
But you were only the last straw
and just a broken reed.

I knew this girl,
back in Modesto.
She was in a band,
Surfin' the Short Bus.
Retro-Punk-Gospel
sort of a thing.
An acquired taste
for sure.

Her name was Raveena.
Sweet thing,
trapped in a man's body
she said.

I last saw her in Salt Lake.
She says the Mormons love her.
Me? I like the singin'.

This thread has been inactive since last June. So I'm BUMPING it in the hopes some
LitNutters will post some zesty tiny poems.

Long ago we had a clock
That did a tick and then a tock.

looking back
so long are gone the sound we made
the games we used to play and take to heart
as much as we could give we did
so long is near to us as here
our memories are made of these

Keep 'em comin'!

Invigilating an Exam

Today, whilst invigilating an exam,
I wished that I was in Durham.
Climbing up the highest tower,
But I was in mathematics' power.

I wrote this on the notes made by the Maths Tutor. She probably thinks I'm an idiot. :biggrinjester:

Thanks for posting these above. ^^^^^

Keep them coming!

Here's a shortie from way back in 08:

Juris Imprudence

A lawyer was often tossed out of courts
for exposing his own jokey shorts --
which took a toll on his beliefs
that wittiness is the soul of briefs.


AuntShecky
"A Louse in the Locks of Literature."

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Originally Posted by Paulclem

Invigilating an Exam

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I had to look up "invigilating". I wasn't sure what you were doing to the exam, but then I realized you were "proctoring" or "monitoring" it. It then made sense. :)

Anyway, here's some nonsense to keep the thread going:

Cat, Dog or Lamb

My cat is like a dog to me:
She follows where I go.
Or, maybe like a lamb to me
As Mary ought to know.

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Originally Posted by YesNo

I had to look up "invigilating". I wasn't sure what you were doing to the exam, but then I realized you were "proctoring" or "monitoring" it. It then made sense. :)

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I always wondered what a proctor was, (in the nanosecond between reading and moving on). It sounded like something medical ... which I've just looked up- so to speak - and realised I was confusing proctor with proctology.

After invigilating that exam, and observing the examinations officer, I think there is a link in that you have, by necessity, to be a bit anal. Get the paperwork wrong and you're up the creek.

Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a goat.
The lamb was very jealous, though,
And had it by the throat.

Apologies for that.

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Originally Posted by Paulclem

Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a goat.
The lamb was very jealous, though,
And had it by the throat.

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Nice one. :)

I think I might have posted this somewhere before, but here it goes again. I doubt that it's a "poem", but I'm not sure what they are anyway.

Mary Had a Little Lamb

for lunch.

smiles are inside rays
they shine with every light
and give you simple highs
laughter is joyful sound
it moves the mundane morns
to lighter perfect feels
it makes your life
a mere
silhouette of demure
that fits your every lure
and brings you presents pure

Becoming Invisible

Few people will notice me
As I grow older
Till an ageing alien
Goes shrieking the street down
In geriatric protest
Older and bolder
But again invisi......