Best Pound Poems

Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.

Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.

Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.

I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.

Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.

Humans
can be rich
and...

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Before morning sun was dressed for the day, 
the white noise came and shook the darkness,
like swells swinging ships on the French Passage, 
cargo ships before the engine was pulled 
from the womb of modernization

Before the day break open the citadel of night, 
leaving weak...

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Do not be diabolically deceived by this entity called ‘Love’, and the Blue Jewell we call Earth. For both of them work in unison to capture their prey, like a Venus Fly Trap. Some will die a thousand deaths, before a pound of flesh must...

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THE POUND


He looked at me with cautious eyes
As I walked by his cage
The white whiskers on his face
Attesting to his age

I wandered down the row of strays
Looking at them all
In hopes I'd find the perfect one
And ones homelessness forestall

There were several that I liked
Most jumping...

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dollar for each pound you weigh,
many angered up at this
largest woman there, most kind
she was worth her weight...

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Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year

They rented a cabin 
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer

For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission 
To wake up and start at first light

With poles in...

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Her first mistake
while baking cakes
was flavoring one with rum

Her headache pounds
and she found 
some crumbs
around her chin

The cake is done
but she wonders now
why all the rum is gone
 



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3/9/16...

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Just a thought for fans of Kdash,

K was outed by Dog named Snoop.

Video jus called her garden tool trash,

alerting brothers, he shovels the poop!


For the Chastushka contest. 

Hardly political but Snoop really reflected upon the “culture” of K.

Props to Snoop Dog!...

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A burger with fries are fit for a king
But it's not gonna lose weight you big ding a-ling
For a slimmer bod
Give a negative nod
To junk food and wind up a 98 pound weakling


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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puppies in a pound
barking as people pass by
so many choices

"Look at me! "Look at me!", they all seem to say.
"Please won't you take me home with you today?"

Little ones, big ones, fat ones, skinny ones,
young and old, shy and bold - they all want a...

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A simple poem of time that test the time of rhyme
ok lets begin
it starts with a blow of wow
and a kiss of ahhhhh….
an unfamiliar sense of originality 
and a familiar tone of humility
the writing of words must resemble meaning
inspire zones inside you
and lose the texture...

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Eastern dam
	 A vast expanse of
		Captive water
	Long grass and reeds
		Marshy acres where
	Where the dike’s inadequacy	
		Overflowed 

The hoarse call of
	Mating geese
		On flighty wings

Ducks plummeting
	To a watery landing

A gilded Teal	
	A fledgling Heron
		On awkward limbs
	A Meadowlark
		A Whippoorwill 

Sweet breeze caressing 
			Gentle doe
				Knee-deep in swamp
	Gazing intently at

Shadowy rider
	Perched contentedly	on
			Looming...

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Smell the bleached floors
Nothing but people swooning
Puppy in a cage~...

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The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being...

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Might sound boring to some..
But my favorite dessert is my Mom's
fresh out of the oven pound cake..
As a child I remember winter afternoon's
playing in my room..
The aroma would travel from the stove 
to the stairs..
And whatever you were doing you would
drop without a care..
Fresh out...

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