Pen-pushers frost in time
They think they’re Keats and Frost of time,
Some pen-pushers are frost in time.
All they pen, not but passing rhyme,
Is set sail, a big boast in time,
Which, all of self-promoted stuff
Gathers black and white dust in time.
Let some prayers be said for them:
Their footprints last on coast in time.
Heart wishes well, head less than least,
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Categories:
pushers, humor, poets, satire, time,
Form: Ghazal
Pedal-Pushers
My aunt complained, “It’s cold down here!”
(In Florida, she meant.)
The shorts she wears against the chill
Would not have made a dent.
“Put on some pants,” I told her
But she found what’s in-between
And so her pedal-pushers,
Not Capris, have made the scene.
It’s nice to hear the lingo
From the past get a new lease.
I wonder if those pedal-pushers
Live in
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Categories:
pushers, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
Petal Pushers
fragrance of
roses
growing wild
alongside
a rusty fence
musings
suicidal
elbowed
from his
mind
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Categories:
pushers, flower, senses,
Form: Imagism
Hula Hoops and Pedal Pushers
Hula hoops and pedal pushers
Baseball cards and Slinkies
Penny loafers and bobby sox
Pony tails and a dime jukebox
Where are all the fads today --
But for video games we play --
Electronic devices all the rage
Hi-tech gadgets, center stage
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Categories:
pushers, clothes, games, growing up,
Form: Couplet
Drug Pushers Getting Richer
Crystal meth, crank and speed.
Making drug pushers rich.
Drugs no one needs.
But some do.
Now.
They have to have it.
Caffeine pills and high energy drinks are bad enough
Getting hooked on crystal meth, crank or speed,
Making drug pushers rich,
And making families sad.
Drugs that ruin people.
Taking away their potential.
Why don’t we legalize them?
So we can wean the addicted off, and
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Categories:
pushers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Pencil Pushers
Pencil Pushers
haiku can hurt you
juxtaposition jousting
upon leaden steeds
John g. Lawless
©6/6/2017
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Categories:
pushers, writing,
Form: Haiku
Where Pushers Feed
streets are quiet now, as the daylight closed its eyes,
darkness is the devil’s friend, as the pushers soon arise.
in their web, the hopeless purchase drugs to calm their craving,
nothing matters anymore, their lives are not worth saving.
once they played in school yards, happy children growing fast,
mother’s little angels, but those days would never last.
life was
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Categories:
pushers, addiction, life, drug,
Form: Verse