Best Jackets Poems

Angel on your shoulder
Whispers in you ear
The things you need to hear
Does a voice from the outside 
Ring true?
People all have advice
Who do you listen to?
In those final moments
Will you know?
Will you believe the final
Sacrament or will you turn away?
I need to know
I need to understand
What makes you think
Can you ignore the man?
Is it a...

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They hover around parked vehicles
Looking just like an evil wasp
Make sure you’re back in time
Or you’ll find out to your cost

A black and yellow summons
will be stuck to your windscreen
And when you see the parking fine
No doubt you’ll want to scream

So when you’re busy shopping
Don’t be tempted to browse or linger
And if you've obtained parking...

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They fly around our streets in packs
We see them lurking almost every day
Don’t misjudge them in time or place
Or there will be more than hell to pay
 
Their beady eyes don’t miss a trick
Yellow jackets hover like pesky flies
One minute late and they will sting
The fine will be paid in painful cries
 
Arrive at your...

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thought for today --
a ten milligram bee
with ten pound stingers

long live the yellow jacket...

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(A string of haiku)

                                         Yellow army staff   
     ...

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The two yellow jackets lazily lay
Upon the chilled turnip leaf 
This November autumnial day
Waiting to be warmed in the noon day sun

Maybe they're in love hoping above hope
To be spared many eggs somewhere to lay
New life to come next spring_ summer in scope
Sometimes yellow jackets mix in raked hay

Where their nest was disturbed on a...

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Red caps, red jackets,
walkers, wheelchairs on parade.
Vets board Honor Flight.

Contest: Bite-Size Poem No.45
Contest Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Shots fired in a peaceful town,
Another bloody morning.
At the hands of misspent youth,
No one heeded the warning.

A crimson corpse in the wake,
Under shadows of dismay.
The victim of the shooter...
An innocent child at play.

Tear stained eyes will welcome,
A new Angel in Heaven.
Taken from both parent's arms,
Dead at the age of seven.

How much more can we endure,
Of...

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Where Are My Winter Jackets?

It's freezing cold here,
Where are my winter jackets?

It's snowing out there,
Where are my winter jackets?

The golden sun is gone on a leave,
Where are my winter jackets?

The walk paths are narrowly paved,
Where are my winter jackets?

The leafy plants are heaped with ice,
Where are my winter jackets?

The village well is frozen,
Where are my...

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i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored...

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Yellow jacket blows in the breeze
Boatswains mates guide with expertise



By Robb A. Kopp...

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Everybody should wear life jackets when they're on boats.
If people fall out without them, they will not float.
If they fall out without them, they could drown.
Their loved ones will be miserable if they're no longer around.
Many people love to go out on boats to fish.
If they all wore life jackets, I'd get my wish....

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They offer no rope nor traction.
Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast
a slow slide into the greasy crevasse
where lie, soul stiffening white jackets.

There seems to be infinite oceans of infinite critics-
vast deserts without an oasis of empathy.
Powers that be will steal the last of the cherries
leaving mountains of bluish pits and pluming death.

Drunk clowns are juggling our...

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Everything is covered with ice today
Freezing rain has come our way
Nature’s growth wearing jackets, but cold
Flooding on the way, I am told
Jumping raindrops land in puddles on the ground
Brittle branches are hanging all around
Thoughts so fragile stir in the mind
Seeking warmth and dreams to find

Heidi Sands

12/21/18...

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Mine was black, yours was blue
An little unspoken between just us two
What did it mean? Perhaps not that much
But I do like the fact that we share things as such
Small things, of which there are more than a few
For example, ILU, which means "I Love You"
How much you may ask? Well I'll say I do
What...

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