Best Jones Poems

Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes 
really cut to the chase

Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase

She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed...

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The passionate...pulsating rhythm,
   Of your tasty...temple of doom.
      Pounds a pummeling throb,
         While hunting for buried treasure. 

         A lustrous...look like acid...

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What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!

Oh my God!...

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Dear, dear, Donna Jones
Told you your poetry would shine
Many others have also noticed
It's not just an opinion of mine

Remember when you first appeared
You thought you might not fit in
You're now one of our shining stars
Many hearts you surely did win

Knew your poetry was very special
Tried...

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Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is...

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SHE DOES
she does make me feel whole
she does touch the intricacies of my soul
she does, and she does it all
with every poem she answers a holy dove's call

she does thrill me body and bone
she does make me feel no longer alone
she does write words I...

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How I remember that song
Playing daily on the radio
Just a couple of notes
I’d instantly get shivers
And nothing else
Mattered around me
Seems I was barely twelve 
I heard that saxophone
And masterful sexy voice
My knees would buckle
Realizing full well
I was hooked on a song
Praising the virtues
Of unfaithfulness and
Mystique...

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Caught off guard in templates of color
 that feeling I have frozen in the flesh 
 is singed by the siege of beauty served

Burnt oranges,reds,and colors of ash
Lusciousness and fleshy desires
Is it just a depiction my eyes have envisioned

Created and demonstrated to cut the frame...

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Love has hit me so hard
Left me damn near crazy.
I met the perfect woman
Who never ceases to amaze me.
Who's beauty is flawless
She has grace & style
Her eyes captivate me
& so does her smile.
Her long beautiful hair
Gets curly & falls over her eyes.
All natural, Homegrown
No weave...

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She is another man's property...

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Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom belongs to the sailors devil himself,
Thus she announces her masters...

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Outback of Blue Moons neighborhood grill and bar,

Sat deacon Jones old beat up car.

An old car he used that few people knew,

To help hide the fact that he was addicted to the Devil's Brew.


Then next day with a smiling face and blood shot eyes,

He greeted...

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Jones, Jones, where are your bones? 
I'd like to hear again your moans, your groans, 
underneath loathed graveyard stones, 
all with weird sepulchral tones, 
me and all my friends, the crones, 
wailing o'er the bones of Jones....

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SMITH AND JONES

smith
and jones
looking through
this tanka book
pages of weeping
from all over the world
smith and jones do not appear
smith and jones are so fortunate
to live their lives without life’s sorrows
or they are too blue-shirt common for words

Dave Austin...

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amorous playboy
eighteenth century England
British wry humour...

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