Pokey Poems - Poems about Pokey

He just can’t seem to control himself, always placing his hands on someone else Poking around in sensitive places, mon dem fingers love groping at de silk laces Always has a salacious sneer to offer reluctant gender opposites Mon loves giving a lewd leer, as his prurient poking never quits Pokey sits pouting in a pokey today ... in de dog pound there’s...

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What goes up must come down. What goes out must come in. What goes before must have also come behind. What folds must unfold. When time is knotted it must unknot. When space explains radiantly convexly then time implies mutually gravitationally and cooperatively, and concavely. What information organizes square rootedly must decompose fractally and binomially, in binary octaves of reverse Win-Win hierarchy. We place love as apex of our hierarchy of values, but...

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fable Farmer Brown never works on Sunday, for Sunday is special and they go to church. Two horses in his barn know of kindness for of kindness, the Browns talk a lot. Each Sunday one of their two horses, one horse drives their wagon to church. The kids are nice kids, Mrs. Brown is joyful, too joyful and compassionate like...

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Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey _______________________ ...

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The Man in the Pokey There once was a man in the pokey. He was dancing; his movements were hokey. He jiggled and jumped. Then fell on his rump. So he sat there and sang karaoke. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen February 12, 2010 Poetic form: Limerick...

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Love, to me, is caring without caring holding on while letting go Screaming silently, in joy, Saying what you want, without saying a thing, Laughing with your eyes, because it means so much more. Love, to me, means showing who you are, --- because you want to. Love is, doing the little things, out of habit. Love is, learning that she is always...

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