Best Lawless Poems

MY CLOUD by JOHN G. LAWLESS


I don’t remember asking…..			
yet I am still hearing a babbling brook
of mindless chatter rolling pebbles
through my ears and across my mind.
Noisome, acridly scented, sounds,
a Charlie Brown like… wah–wah-wah
droning in the background of my life.
“You can’t say that!”  “It might...

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Life according to John Lawless


Real Life

a childish attempt to gather leaves
on a windy day

looking out the window at the rain
wearing swim suit and goggles

standing in the mud – wondering
why you just couldn’t resist it

a yard sale of emotions
tarnished and tagged


Ah Life

Curator of the hearts mausoleum
Guardian...

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Laws of Motion

First law:  An object at rest will stay there wondering how it got there while the object in motion will wander wondering how do I get there.

Second Law:  Force will often cause the objects in the first law to negotiate a...

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He worked for the wages of sin
knowing his chances were slim
surname of Lawless
tree on his shield crest
taut rope hanging over stout limb


John G. Lawless
11/21/2015

submitted to – What’s in your name – poetry contest
sponsor – C.T....

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The art of writing pooetry for John lawless

I never know when I’ll write poo-etry
So I keep a pen and paper with me
If inspired when I sit on the loo
Toilet roll can prove so handy too!

My writing it looks like a spider 
who’s drunk on strong...

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Did you know, there's no law against love
But there is, on many other things
So why not push it to the limits
And see, the rewards it brings...

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We need new sheriffs whom will uphold law properly 
taking these monkey's into account for their corrupt action
and addressing facts on these cowboy's 
that are held by public opinion as gangsters in uniform

Lawbreakers bring them down a peg or two and show them inside a...

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She is a mob
looting my sleep
rioting through 
the alleys and lanes of  
my blissful solitude

She is thieves 
a thousand strong
who burglarize 
my dreams 
until the reprieve
of a restless dawn

Kidnapper of 
contented hours
who demands 
no ransom
but highjacks 
every unsuspecting thought
with impunity

She is arson
my undisturbed peace...

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A law-abiding citizen is
One who keeps the law.
There are many of them,
Of this, I am sure.

Sadly there are others,
Who live a life of crime,
Conning and conniving,
And never serving time.

Why does this happen?
How does this come about?
Law-abiding people,
Find it hard to work out.

People in high places,
Often...

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Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
In the darkest corner
Of the cannibalistic church
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
The thieves are-a-comin’!...

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He was a perfect and glorious being
One who followed his Father
But it all changed 
When he wanted to be like him…

...But doesn’t everyone want to be like their parent…

He didn’t want
To be a servant to his Father

He was beautiful and magestic,
An angel in full glory
He...

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  If a problem disappears, is its solution still viewed in arrears


     
              Please reference John Lawless' Monoku, 
        ...

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dreams …

diaphanous …
mysteries of the mind
that will never find an answer
fluid and dynamic
beyond our affect or sense …
personally,
I remember only a couple from my childhood
rather nondescript …
and early adulthood was par -
mostly confused jargon
fueled by hormones
hopes … regret … frustration
lots of frustration dreams -
an intense...

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My love for her was ever stronger
But her unknowing of me grew ever longer
I had to have her, I’d buy her things
I’d buy her a new life, a pair of wings
I’ll throw a party, I’ll meet her there
We shall meet on the front porch stair
I’ll...

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Fieldwork is stellar, sexy, or strenuous and sad
Talking values, prolonging childhood
Is not for the faint hearted among S. Africa's "Coloured"
My "township" boasts about acting backward
Using walls for urination, or there on streets
Many walk all day long with beer in hand (never discreet)
We reward bad for...

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