Limp Poems

Walking with a limp

Knee repair went well 
it's the walking that gets you 
returning to work

limp

my body lies limp 
suns heat dries me like a prune 
in need of raindrops

Wringing Out a Few Limp Lines

Daylight drags its feet,
its slippers are grey and pad silently.
Long after dawn
night keeps rolling over in its grave
refusing to die or give way.

Bats flutter listlessly in twilit belfries
somewhere upon a moonlit pond
a trout is crossing over a fishy Rubicon.
It is belly-up, a mottled death gleams
upward where only yesterday it leapt.

The dawn is going nowhere.
In dew-wet

The Blind In Streets

To The Begging Blind
Be squarely kind:
The ones walking our streets lined
But also those doing it singly
And sort of acting kingly!

The Blind also battling with a limp
And The Ones who seem A Pimp,
Never them to a halt grind
Nor to a spot with stories bind;
In their front leading, not behind
Their guide pretend you’d signed
And their alms release

Oh Limp Pix

A photographer of Indoor Sports
Found himself dragged through the lower courts
The hotel said
He filmed their bed
When a buxom housemaid dropped her shorts

Limp Puppet

can you imagine
a life without tears
a dawn free of clouds impending
a sparkle without a smoke tail
a ding, a dong that does not clang
a love free of clings and shrouded claws
a dream free of seances

to imagine without consequences
to imagine without strings
is a limp puppet, 
a lifeless blimp with
wind expelled

A Limp and Aspirins

A Limp and Aspirins

I sit at the edge of the bed, 
my hip hurts, 
my back aches, 
and my legs are on fire. 
Not for the first time, 
not for the last. 
If one more person asks, 
have I prayed about this, 
or that...
I am going to scream, 
softly and then cry. 

Healing is a

Limp

gentle pops of ice
as surging streams
release its imprisoned brethren
decaying leaves grasping onto blackened fingers
as weathered wind encircles
sputum gurgles past
as stream seems to gasp
chiselled bedrock teeth
laugh as speckled waters
erode and carry
child particles
far away

Tired and Limp

 I am so drained,
a tired mind,
melted into goo
upon a platter.

Limp butter-soaked
biscuit,
no longer warm.

Trumps Feeble Limp Rox Zilch State of Emergency

Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency

H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated

populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize

innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea

He Called Me a Limp-Clod

He called me a limp-clod.
What is it?
I have no idea.
But it made you mad?
 
I am furious.
I could hit him.
Can we ask him?
Okay.
 
What is a limp-clod?
A limp is my best friend and a clod is his name.
Your name is Claude?
Yes.
 
Are you still mad?
Not as mad, but I have not slowed down yet.
Understood.

Gimp and Limp

Gimp and Limp

In Trump style should put a crimp;
We should love those who will limp;
With words fumble;
Forgot about humble;
Trump's body looks like a big blimp.

Jim Horn

About time Trump is always behind,
And the last time we saw his mind
God had delivered,
And Trump quivered;
He gave his back to God in a bind.

Jim Horn

Pink Browed Rose Finch

His pink

Limp Intentions

limp intentions
draged us down
take a step back
learn to get found
silence tried to hide
masacara of pride
tears smearing blue
leathes reflection
of
you
wrinkle skin
stretch it out
our form of never doubt
eyes with flawless vision
handling hydes-jekle incision
reason found between the lines
understanding is under defined
brittle wombs collapsing deep
shattered teeth begin to seep
waitng on content christians
only to find
limp intentions
?

A Limp Others Can'T See

The old man
crossing the street
has a bad limp 

we try to ignore.
No one wants to look 
at a limp like that.

We like to think
no one else can see
the limp we have

the limp we earned
by ignoring little people
who get in our way

who strike us as
the litter of life we
want swept away.


Donal Mahoney

Wee Limp Mcgee

McGee walked into the local pub
He shuffled along with a limp
Although it was certain, he was in pain
He assured everyone He's no wimp 

He made his way to the table to say 
"Hey Doc It's me leg it's in pain"
The Doc wore a frown,  said "Please sit on down,
and alleviate some of the strain"

"Doc,

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