Short 2012 Poems
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Wispy clouds the last few days
Have spread thier tendrils high.
With branching curves
And arching fingers
Caressed within the blue.
The world as we know it will end!
This warning the Mayans did send
But yes there's still time
After reading this rhyme
To honor Black Friday and spend
Mitt's plan is to lend out the buckets
A life of grand funk on a junket
his partner named Ann
Wealth is their plan
From bucket, to bank it, to "Funk It"
exotic plumage
adorning expensive hats—
chicks
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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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Done , is 2012
A cloud that never showered
A seed deprived of sunshine
A sea of dark unjust hands
Ah!...Done.Deeds all done.
Theres been movies and myths for sure
Only time will tell if there will be gore
So we wait and wait
For our what if ending date
So now we wait, time is a bore
Smiley full lips,
silky smooth,
luscious and glistening,
juicy and glossy,
pouting and alluring,
succulent and irresistable,
sweet, sexy and heavenly,
that's me and my lips.
When the world self-destructs in two more years
It will confirm the prophecy of fears.
So enjoy what is now
And make a solemn vow
That we will trust God to dry all our tears.
On this day my mind is free
No more papers
No more projects
No more presentations
No more exams
No more tuition
The journey that began in 2006 is now over
That Bachelor’s degree is finally mine
A New Year’s resolution I made
After drinking some spiked lemonade
To someone I swore
Not to drink anymore -
How quickly that promise did fade! (HIC}
Written By John Posey
12/30/12
Days leaking
Like water from your palms
As time goes by
My friend
Wake up every morning with a new dream
And go to sleep every night
With an old longing
This is the simple secret of life.
I have never seen the hills so green,
And the mountains so clear,
Other than today.
The shades of crimson so saturated,
And the yellow-greens so vivid.
I have never seen such clarity
Whilst the skies so speckled.
Last plank
in it's place
with it's own nail
like it is inborn error
making theater out of everything
fatal error
congenital error
you can't expect that putting the diapers to Cheetah
won't result in monkey rebellion
Thank you Lord for the year 2012
You have done a lot for us
Lots of gifts and love
Love all you gave
Love you Father
All we can ask for is for you to bless us in 2013
For we will not be able to do all alone
Father
We dedicate all to you Lord
Love you always
Yours
Tearing through flesh
Shattering bones
No organs spared
Beautiful child playing with her friends
A fearful confused young rebel
The baker trudging to work at dawn
An elder reflecting and ruing the past
The bullet has no conscience
No memory
Only an inevitable path
Why?
Michael Newman MD
Doctors without Borders
Let some hope dreams reach arms
first,
Yet come cope. Seems each charm
burst
Frets from dopes' schemes. Speech
harms worst.
Debts numb popes. Teams preach
warm thirst;
Wet rum. Roped beams breech
barms! Cursed
Vets hum mopes! Streams leech!
Farms nurse
Pet bums? Nope! Gleams screeched
swarmed hearse!
Form:
It's so fun to play eachothers
lives
write it down
come get inside
on these Giant Carnival Rides
It was a Giant Good One
And it's written all over your
face
I was just looking for this pencil
when i was thinking of you.
It's all in your brain Big Dummy
Don't let it kill you!
Before I do
I'm getting loser
TO YOU!
OPEN my recited writing
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A BRIAN STRAND FORM 3x5 (2012)
His body is primed , muscles pushing at the skin, being magnetically drawn to the water. Focus so heavy the air sags as the clock winds down.
And then the push-off.
Like a fish, flying through the water. Gliding and slicing.
A twist, a turn, a flip. A head bobs above the water.
Breathe in deep. Deep. Deeper.
A win. A glow of satisfaction.
Dedicated to Ryan Lochte.
Are we dead yet
It’s December 21st 2012
The end of the world
Should have happened
But alas…
I believe we are still alive
We have nothing to worry
For it was a joke
A funny report
From the Mayans
So many fell for it
And think it might still happen
Someday it will
But just not today
For we are still here
And the world still goes on
Russell Sivey
Wake up
damn we're happy!
this can't be temporary,
don't let these days
end quick
summer's gettin' pretty sick.
lake waves
faded
days are longer
wasted
"didn't played the sober straight edge"
time to level out and straighten
Now and Next time
only 3 seasons between it.
"summers over"
i do not mean it
because..
don't let these days
end quick
summer's gettin' pretty sick.
Two
Zero
One
Two
Arrange the first
Three whole numbers
And point your fingers
To the highest
And to the bottom
Then up and up
To the top
A cycle is formed
Mayans told
The whole world
would end
on December 21, 2012
No. No. No.
Just like
Two, zero, one, two
And the wheel of a bike
No end will happen
So don't be frightened
There'll just be a cycle
Of another coming year
The elections are rolling around,
And it's obvious to see,
The more one tares another down,
Lays claim to Victory!
Each is right and only them,
Can save us from our debts.
Enhance our life, correct all wrongs,
And throw away regrets!
So get in line to cast your Vote,
And do it with great pride.
You're sure to pick a good one,
Cause none of them have lied!
Staring through these bloodshot eyes
Your face still comes to mind
A vast plague of infinite loss
Death settles in on the conscience
Slowly the light depresses down into overwhelming darkness
As the people cry for God’s mercy
But mankind’s endless sins prevent God from hearing their screams
All people soon lose hope
And parish in the eternal flames
Form:
BLACKY - 2000-2012
just a big black cat
but a wonderful black cat
diagnosed cancer
did i weep for our blacky?
yes and i wept for myself
he was family
ate at table just like us
cheered our early morn
greeted visitors at door
asked no favor in return
patient as a saint
he’ll wait at some pearly gate
while they estimate
and when his name does sound
will bright angels gather round