Best Sore Poems

There's this sweet young lassie named Laura
When she visits, l fall down on the floor-a
So excited am I
My heart, it doth fly
Till my wings, they get all quite sore-a


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore

I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, 
down this trail into oblivion.
gasping at the light, the beams 
spinning and from thin air
a melody, not the kind you think
more of a stomping the gourd
and...

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Though it gets lots of water,
our grass on clay dirt yellows;
stubborn thorny weeds reside. . . . 
where might I buy turf?


For Francine Robert's Contest:
"Flowers, trees, grass, or bees"...

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In tight contests, 
rivals flash sour,
scheming smiles 
of ignominies.

                       Some are spiteful 
          ...

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Can we make it in this world without athletic talent
Can we make it in this world with sensitivity
Can we make it in this world with a hot head
Can we make it in this world without a nice girl
Can we make it in this world with...

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My toe just stubbed 
the stubborn 
piano's iron foot.

          It hurts like hell, 
          torments like a 
         ...

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LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
 Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes...

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You'll never believe this thing I saw
It couldn't stop from flappin' its jaw
With warts poking thru its beard
My eyes permanently seared
Wait! it was only my mother-in-law...

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it can rock your stand
need a cain in hand
as you walk the beat
gets heat under neat
you need sit on a sheet
with thoses
SORE FEET...

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Hands that have seen many a storm.
Hold and cuddle the fragile form
Of an infant child’s bare skin.
Pulling him close to keep him warm.

Hands that press forcefully, to pin
The head of a man who can’t win
Into the barrel of a gun
Or a baseball bat crushing a...

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Fat-headed, yellow haired, obnoxious bore,
Lying, cheating! immoral to the core!
This sore loser Donald J Trump,
very disgusting human dump,
has done harm to US like ‘never before’!


10,10,8,8,10 PS syllable counter

written 22/11/2020
Out on a Lim poetry contest
Joseph May...

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I get a phone call
South I must drive
Surgery for an elder
Six hours I strive

Phone is ringing again
I'm heading North within a flash
Sister is in trouble
Eleven hours on my a--

Trying to get home
Phone rings again
Orchard needs watering
Six hours East I begin

My son needs to move
Head South...

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Bar Stool Bed Sore Ode to the Record Machine

Smoking Winstons
At the Seaway Lounge
At 2:00 a.m.

The juke-box sighs out
Buck Stovell, Roy Crestline and an occasional Darla Parsell,
Whoever she is

Buxom barmaids who are 53 years old
Wear nineteen year-old gold stretch pants
Bleached blond earlobes
Wrinkled double chins
Kissing 
Genuine Cherokee...

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how pleasantly his face smiles seeing his soulmate after
many hours apart, even though the clouds that float above... 
      his day couldn't look grayer; too in love to notice.


Date written: 03/20/2021...

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Through Dispare To Rejoicing

		By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
		Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd 

Am I alone ? Does GOD hear the prayers I pray ?,
For I wonder in my heart if HE hears anything I say,
So many questions of things I need answers...

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