Gotten Poems - Poems about Gotten

The 'Gong Show's' off the air, long-ago dead ~ but not the reverberations of that gong in my head...

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At last, Mr. J Bugman is now a retired Judge-man. For many years he has punished many, spared few. His verdicts never alter even if there is no hangman. He had no rest, no serenity, working is all he knew. Retiring, he sought peace by sleeping with content, He has never slept; yes, he has but not in true...

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I was stained soiled and broken Out of my mouth came evil miss-spoking's Perpetual vomiting of obscenities Spewing out of me Have I gotten over it a light switched On from the Dark Dawn light now I'm seeing in a new mindset in God I am over it And a precious previous past life...

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We shouldn’t have gotten a shed For I’m sure you can guess where it’s led - Saving things we don’t need; With it gone, guaranteed, We’d throw things in the garbage instead. Now the mice have a place they can hide When it’s freezing or raining outside. They leave droppings behind Which, of course, I will find And I can’t seem to take it...

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12/27/21 Did poorly or was doing just fine The outcome was negative or had a plus sign Always not just sometimes Being one of a kind Under the moonlight and sunshine When it took a turn for the worse or was sublime No longer getting brushed aside Seeking what it is that I must find On the frontlines Can't force it Or forfeit Held true or was...

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her daintiness well hidden Armora slid out of bed fully sheathed in full armour ready to fight anything that came along today A handsomely muscled knave arrived with breakfast. She let him live. Her ex-husband popped in. Where had he gotten a key? She picked up her sword....

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Inside friends but more Everyone knows I’m beyond A friend or tinder whore Hitting spots you love and cuddling up We pretend that it’s just touch Time spent isn’t much; strange to think. Listening to Frank Ocean Told me not to show emotion We’ve been doing this for months It’s beyond the sex But you do it best Situation is a mess Even so...

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You can reject human nature, spend your whole life being mad, or you can just accept it, do the best with what you have....

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I thought I had gotten away from this part of my childhood, but I turned at lettuce and ran into my cousin Linden in the grocery store last Thursday. He was delighted and dragged me back to their house to observe more of their childish games. Unlike in the movies where they pop a gunny sack over your head...

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GOTTEN LIGHT--- I got a light, Jesus is the light; And it’s bright, Jesus is the light; Why do you run? Open raise your arms; Open your eyes wide; Let the light of the Son; Permeate your being; Let it shine, shine, shine--- Allow Him to dwell within The Son shines on in; His Father spirit persuaded me; To realize Light must shine For just a speck...

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The moon wears a mantle made of a rain cloud This is the reason that he’s soaking wet The moon might have gotten a bad cold His pale face looks like paper under dim light Please take off your mantle of rain cloud To brighten my nostalgic dream that is fading out To light up my feet standing on the snowy...

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How To Have Gotten Many answers exist how to get over a hump, That are sung to the tune of Throw Out Trump; At odds always, Nights and days; In the road, he sure has been one big bump. Jim Horn Did you see or hear any onomatopoeia, or similes or metaphors anywhere?...

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Ill -gotten Gains False premise Path falsely taken Road stolen by feet Not meant to roam The road ahead Came to bit in the ass Plans obtained by false Appearances of many years Of falsehoods portrayed An I'll fated attempt at Trying to impress another Who never truly gave a ****...

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Peeking through my corner bedroom window playing hide and seek the ocean's breath pushes through the semitransparent white curtains allowing the sun to shine and smile upon my half-opened squinted eye. I close my eyes and try to dream dream of that night dream of you and me that star filled summer sky laying on a blanket overlooking the sea that glimmer as I...

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Although I've Gotten a Bit Wiser There is of course the ruin of the old, when the dead pass through them like dreams or shadows, darkly and without purpose- drinking wine and prune juice they forget the dead in a hideous chair outside the GS supermarket. How do I forget the dead? How do I forget myself? ... and then, as if by...

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