Knees Poems

Get Off Your Knees, Marlon

Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.

She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.

She left long ago on

BENDED KNEES

Humble start
Moment to express
Earth to Heaven
Need to pray
The Cross on the mind
A world that doesn’t spiritually care
A warning in beware
The US President acting like a King
The Holy One being the sit high and look down watch
Some people in the world refuse to bend
That could very well be their end
Wisdom of Thy
Seeing eye to eye
The creator

Fall On Your Knees

Crispy leaves shaded in whiskey and gold,   
gamboling never gets old. 

Just straight knees

Sundays and Mondays
The identical teacup
The same sunrays
No shades of gestures
No laughter
To react to the stir 
From the slightly 
open window 
Only the threat 
From the scriptural gates 
Submerge the vessel
Into the ocean
Avoid the slip
Remove the bees
Just straightened knees
And the tranquil sea

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25 August 2025

The Precious Jewels

By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." 

all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
    around my neck
    hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the

He brought me to my knees

He brought me to my knees so I could see His face.
As I fell on my knees, I got a view of His grace, and I knew I was in a good place.
He called me by name and I responded with joy. It was then that my pain and hurt disappeared because I realised He

Girl On My Knees

Girl on my knees her skin woman's,
where bulbs are floral not a light — 
she makes up darkshade eyes with pins
girl on my knees

while in her dress, no — sans that bright
look on my tomb though still not dead — 
with her tongue's first memory's bite

of a scarring sample of bread — 
Jiff butter or

you should go down on your knees

You should go down on
Your knees
And thank you Father
For have made you
In his image
59 years ago
Also you should be glad
That you are one of
My Father's
Youngest child
Don't forget to go down on
Your knees and thank my Father
For your beautiful life

My children, your births kept me on my knees

To all my children, may you please be aware!
I don't always show it, but I will always care.
Each of you have been a great gift to me.
Your births made this man happy as can be.
Each came to this world in a very unique way.
Causing me to humble, seek God and to pray.
I'd like to share

Knees

Pursuing springtime walking sprees
beside our dog, beneath the trees,
I oft detected some unease
amongst the birds and buzzing bees
as echoed by flat monodies
of clicking, clacking, knocking knees
(forsooth, reversed parentheses)
resounding pained discordant keys,
confusing triplets’ twos and threes
as if the tunes were meant to tease
with awkward stilted harmonies.

I asked a doc with med degrees
if he could, somehow, kindly,

put down your knees

floating over the forest trees
was for my nephew a breeze
as he floated past
a shadow he cast
I promptly yelled “put down your knees!”

No Mask On Knees

Where the clouds
Through with hidden beams
Bow slightly.

Mum and the Bleeding Knees

Mum and the Bleeding Knees.

Jimmy was a good kid really. He never caused a fuss
about much of anything. 
His Dad tolerated him and never bought him
a birthday present or Christmas present.
That sort of kindness was for the Women folk.
When Jimmy was 12 he got the shock of his life.
His father bought him a bike.
He was

Knees facing the wrong way chairs

I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like
Grimly gathering of gnarly letters
So take this one would it
slipperyness of eels in heels
Would my light one haze of neon faze
Would oil slick inks hint of tyres hanging cliff
Stuck between being and bee spell
Check one Czech too
slathering like squidwards tongue
Could you imagine if

Knees facing the wrong way chairs

I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like
Grimly gathering of gnarly letters
So take this one would it
slipperyness of eels in heels
Would my light one haze of neon faze
Would oil slick inks hint of tyres hanging cliff
Stuck between being and bee spell
Check one Czech too
slathering like squidwards tongue
Could you imagine if

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