#succinctness - Hello Poetry

Heavy... Antipode, and with irony Do potatoes say hi, to everything? As if, a dramatic crunch has a soul, in epiphany... Choose... My tender eye versus your lending mind Sour or sweet, mighty or meet; the vice of liberty Waits on a headier much, than a chance all, to any in time Hello, guarantee Many is a fellow name, I keep... At arm's length, in the need Of a simple seem, you came for, when I seek... Have, and a stomach to play the part When a friend is here to let a pride, save a start... Of us, a something better than when a season has an avid heart The toil of simplicity is a shrewder fate, for a silence, smart Days end, and we're best buds The talk of suggestion, the weight of promises In the few and narrow, the looseness of tomorrow, should Like a perfectly good intuition, to look beyond the world of a sigh...

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Nov 12, 2025

Nov 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Quick, Do Laughs Fickle Or Tickle?

Heavy... Antipode, and with irony Do potatoes say hi, to everything? As if, a dramatic crunch has a soul, in epiphany... Choose... My tender eye versus your lending mind Sour or sweet, mighty or meet; the vice of liberty Waits on a headier much, than a chance all, to any in time Hello, guarantee Many is a fellow name, I keep... At arm's length, in the need Of a simple seem, you came for, when I seek... Have, and a stomach to play the part When a friend is here to let a pride, save a start... Of us, a something better than when a season has an avid heart The toil of simplicity is a shrewder fate, for a silence, smart Days end, and we're best buds The talk of suggestion, the weight of promises In the few and narrow, the looseness of tomorrow, should Like a perfectly good intuition, to look beyond the world of a sigh...

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Lucidly, your spite... Cares avid enough to share: Shift like the sands of a pipe Flirt, with the whole eye; to stare... Misery, I see your salvation In a heat, a whetted appetite Is minus, a callous intimation? Save a respect, the time to invent insight? A demand of virtue Guards and doors Floors and pardon's, have a clue Since we are so sore... I have saved a pretty many, also... Wishes nobody made, without another kiss Of life, with a burden in a causes soul Requited with surreality, we own their vices... The thief of salvation? Risen, ready, and raging jungles, to hope: A tarrying pipe, don't sin... When it is for the asking, like a calling to something besides the end of a rope...

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Mar 30, 2025

Mar 30, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC

david-hilburn

What If They Did It, Anyway?

Lucidly, your spite... Cares avid enough to share: Shift like the sands of a pipe Flirt, with the whole eye; to stare... Misery, I see your salvation In a heat, a whetted appetite Is minus, a callous intimation? Save a respect, the time to invent insight? A demand of virtue Guards and doors Floors and pardon's, have a clue Since we are so sore... I have saved a pretty many, also... Wishes nobody made, without another kiss Of life, with a burden in a causes soul Requited with surreality, we own their vices... The thief of salvation? Risen, ready, and raging jungles, to hope: A tarrying pipe, don't sin... When it is for the asking, like a calling to something besides the end of a rope...

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Edmund Clerihew Bentley Invented an eminently Humorous verse form That's also a terse form.

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Sep 17, 2024

Sep 17, 2024 at 1:09 AM UTC

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Clerihew

Edmund Clerihew Bentley Invented an eminently Humorous verse form That's also a terse form.

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No one knows? Acceptance and defensive gaiety Sour old bills and chills we owed Saving the world from a talk, with anxiety Are we decent, are we found... For a simpler song of choice? Taken reasons, we prefer by the sound Of another kindness, that is a voice... Western purposes In the mind, and the ease of a heart Since to realer cans, and uses Will such a dramatic survival, start? With everybody knows Added courage, in the fate We directed to the wiser in soul... Who, try yourself, when the world is asleep? Ancient men and women, with secrets for pillows Saked a truer finish to more wishes, than a child could earn... Arranged in the now, wasn't a clashing eye to borrow? Saving tears from a chosen may, are we time to learn? Tales of call and response, to a rhythm in heaven Like sincerity is to be... And couth is a walking age, made to fit for a living Why not peace, love and understanding...?

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Jul 27, 2024

Jul 27, 2024 at 3:48 AM UTC

david-hilburn

And The So, Only Found With More

No one knows? Acceptance and defensive gaiety Sour old bills and chills we owed Saving the world from a talk, with anxiety Are we decent, are we found... For a simpler song of choice? Taken reasons, we prefer by the sound Of another kindness, that is a voice... Western purposes In the mind, and the ease of a heart Since to realer cans, and uses Will such a dramatic survival, start? With everybody knows Added courage, in the fate We directed to the wiser in soul... Who, try yourself, when the world is asleep? Ancient men and women, with secrets for pillows Saked a truer finish to more wishes, than a child could earn... Arranged in the now, wasn't a clashing eye to borrow? Saving tears from a chosen may, are we time to learn? Tales of call and response, to a rhythm in heaven Like sincerity is to be... And couth is a walking age, made to fit for a living Why not peace, love and understanding...?

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Same sorts as yesterday... Long talks, with a window that served the unknown Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown... The difference of deference in view... Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind? Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes... With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind? Competition, in a neighboring window: Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish? A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish? Spate cola, if not the drama of the day Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler? A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time... When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers? Time goes by, just the three of us... Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...? Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must... A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts Hello up there... The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...? Never is, never was, and never has... The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

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Jul 20, 2024

Jul 20, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Hell For The Waiting Game...

Same sorts as yesterday... Long talks, with a window that served the unknown Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown... The difference of deference in view... Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind? Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes... With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind? Competition, in a neighboring window: Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish? A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish? Spate cola, if not the drama of the day Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler? A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time... When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers? Time goes by, just the three of us... Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...? Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must... A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts Hello up there... The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...? Never is, never was, and never has... The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

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Misery owns me... Angels and harmony, to till a silence With the mouth of where simplicity has a means To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance With the hours of love In the circle of friendship, we dote Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote Strangers of pasts, in the seem? A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start? A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified... But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting And the lesson of providences divine mind... Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed Misery owes me... Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more

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Nov 20, 2023

Nov 20, 2023 at 1:58 PM UTC

david-hilburn

What Love Is Greater By Lessing?

Misery owns me... Angels and harmony, to till a silence With the mouth of where simplicity has a means To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance With the hours of love In the circle of friendship, we dote Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote Strangers of pasts, in the seem? A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start? A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified... But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting And the lesson of providences divine mind... Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed Misery owes me... Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more

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Wish upon wish Of a simple day to reserve A stringent care, to enliven a mission To decency's stare, the tone of a voice I share, worth's... Places and names, thought's and conditions Today, I have seen a callous approach Since to fame, and a family of just renditions Of a palpable song, I know by heart and hosts Sanity's feather Loved by loan and lore to signify A rational deed, a promise to air the most, another Call to a beauty's wish, mine to live and begin a worth's sigh? Forces may mix and mingle, even make the time of day A wholesome vestige, sights that calm a reason Of comparison, might over the tale of visions may Being a careful lip, in the world of shared seasons... My nap, my hap Is a legendary conversation with all of a kind Seldom in passion, but given the stand of notoriety, under my cap Heed is a longing taken to understate the silence, I mind Awakening, I see the seasons become like fruit Tentative to the distance, and the mayhem of need Spare and special, the liberty of clashes, to know a decision to suit Wishes are like these, a character of privilege with how to lead... An angel's wish for better possibility's... A care of work's in loves embrace, as if a can't of sincerity is hope A legend of solace that has the causes of youth, for a wield of civility And the futures presence of mind, that will with the ought I chose Patience And the entourage of absolution I will know, is mine Ends of worth set to winds of change, and the new fate of reliance Which with sense as our guide, has asked, is when to become ours for time?

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Aug 8, 2023

Aug 8, 2023 at 12:14 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Noticing Special Amidst Curious Few, Altogether

Wish upon wish Of a simple day to reserve A stringent care, to enliven a mission To decency's stare, the tone of a voice I share, worth's... Places and names, thought's and conditions Today, I have seen a callous approach Since to fame, and a family of just renditions Of a palpable song, I know by heart and hosts Sanity's feather Loved by loan and lore to signify A rational deed, a promise to air the most, another Call to a beauty's wish, mine to live and begin a worth's sigh? Forces may mix and mingle, even make the time of day A wholesome vestige, sights that calm a reason Of comparison, might over the tale of visions may Being a careful lip, in the world of shared seasons... My nap, my hap Is a legendary conversation with all of a kind Seldom in passion, but given the stand of notoriety, under my cap Heed is a longing taken to understate the silence, I mind Awakening, I see the seasons become like fruit Tentative to the distance, and the mayhem of need Spare and special, the liberty of clashes, to know a decision to suit Wishes are like these, a character of privilege with how to lead... An angel's wish for better possibility's... A care of work's in loves embrace, as if a can't of sincerity is hope A legend of solace that has the causes of youth, for a wield of civility And the futures presence of mind, that will with the ought I chose Patience And the entourage of absolution I will know, is mine Ends of worth set to winds of change, and the new fate of reliance Which with sense as our guide, has asked, is when to become ours for time?

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Himself, in a crying shame Spoil me with a door, a fury too overt... Excuse a jaded court, mellifluent by name? A rosey future, a mission to earn the word...? Worlds to weigh, a happier conscience Ruses and voiced rage, particular to winds Of times trying, the boot of legends With the turn of somewhere simple into lent minds... Fists in the air, a fight will remember remorse... Sides of same and days rue, to collect a heaven Is such a fickle repose, the dawn of a new force? Worth one spare moment, to tell the difference as leavened Throw after throw - to tell a characters tale With the gaunt terror of risen voices and deeds That calmly collected a house, that secluded with what will A house of reaches of tomorrow, has the sense of entirety of needs...? A piece of cake, a dread to eat it... There in an uncertain stare, with a rolling hiccough The total of vice to share, the challenge of a chosen wit That has seen the truth, a course to new causes that knew the tough For a new land, the barriers of meagerness's echo To a chastity in round eyes, and the curiosity of a waiting hour Let with the light of opportunity, in these steps we hold A mind at bay, that knew one thing more than patience, a salt so sour...

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Apr 28, 2023

Apr 28, 2023 at 8:14 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Looking Eyes Without Dreams For Terror

Himself, in a crying shame Spoil me with a door, a fury too overt... Excuse a jaded court, mellifluent by name? A rosey future, a mission to earn the word...? Worlds to weigh, a happier conscience Ruses and voiced rage, particular to winds Of times trying, the boot of legends With the turn of somewhere simple into lent minds... Fists in the air, a fight will remember remorse... Sides of same and days rue, to collect a heaven Is such a fickle repose, the dawn of a new force? Worth one spare moment, to tell the difference as leavened Throw after throw - to tell a characters tale With the gaunt terror of risen voices and deeds That calmly collected a house, that secluded with what will A house of reaches of tomorrow, has the sense of entirety of needs...? A piece of cake, a dread to eat it... There in an uncertain stare, with a rolling hiccough The total of vice to share, the challenge of a chosen wit That has seen the truth, a course to new causes that knew the tough For a new land, the barriers of meagerness's echo To a chastity in round eyes, and the curiosity of a waiting hour Let with the light of opportunity, in these steps we hold A mind at bay, that knew one thing more than patience, a salt so sour...

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Taint, a tender trap? Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud: Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud: A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit... But the cool eye of embarrassment Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited... To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament? Hate me when you see the dragon... Ought fix and fit enough futures The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue? Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity... Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is... Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift: Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion: To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper? May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss? Guns with an imagination...? Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation? Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...

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Feb 1, 2023

Feb 1, 2023 at 6:03 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Wink At A Doll, And No Man Earns A Wall...

Taint, a tender trap? Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud: Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud: A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit... But the cool eye of embarrassment Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited... To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament? Hate me when you see the dragon... Ought fix and fit enough futures The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue? Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity... Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is... Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift: Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion: To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper? May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss? Guns with an imagination...? Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation? Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...

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