Best Half Pint Poems

what ever is going on
in that joyful
little brain of yours

only six years old
and you’re brimming
with imagination
a vivacious fantasy world
in those big bright eyes
and words spewing...

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Moronika ... 
there are whispers a-floating
People say you got a low wattage bulb,
your thoughts be dimly glowing
The ideas you think of
covers a lot of six-year-old...

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Remember me, the cool glass milk bottle. I used to sit on your front porch early in the morning.  You could hear me arriving...

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Riding the quarter slot pony
at Woolworth’s five & dime
Would send this half pint cowgirl
back to another time

I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent
to bring the...

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Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a...

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Swesish Saga

Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips.
She claimed hard labor ruined her hands.
She hated her father.
Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor.
He had a...

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"You know this frigging tooth has been giving trouble since 1918 I can go on no 
longer. For as long as my Name is Mark...

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The tale of the high kicking raspberries in two hundred lines of silt and steamed porridge oats.

Keynotes noted kissing keystones keep keystrokes kingly. But kingly...

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Do you love to stand upright for the truth?
Or do you love it more,
bending to lies
At an acute angle forty five

Degrees of false moderation
permits you...

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Used to call him ‘half-pint’
  He was a sawed-off runt
He’d down his drink in seconds
  Then he’d burp and grunt

Manners had he zero
...

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[this was written to celebrate July 2nd, the halfway point of the year]


I've been called...
half pint
half wit
half awake
...and half a dozen other half-baked 
semi-insults that...

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??
angels we are
from time to time
we fall 
our wings of Grace
are the smiles 
etched on our face 
in our hearts 
since our first 
mortal day...

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Half wits spouting half-measures,
never fully investing
in the future of 
flesh-and-blood commodity — 
You and me

Air head bottlenecks 
spewing half-hearted promises,
full belly lies
Bloated heifers udder scam...

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Saving yourself seems like the likely thing to do when all of your turmoil comes to fruition
Sitting alone in your Fruit of the Looms enjoying...

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