Short Agent Poems
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Agent Orange
Tinging lush, green foliage
Breath-taking shadow
Swallows mercurial moon
Invisible orb hovers
October 11, 2012
Thomas Mark Harmon
thought he was darn charmin’
he drank a case of Mr. Pibb
and became head NCIS head slappin’ Leroy Jethro Gibbs
We became an agent of darkness
And together we traced our steps
into the boldness of the cold night
As we listen to the drums of hell
in our hellish garments like a fallen angel.
New Agent Who Meant
What we will always need is a new agent,
And understood exactly what he meant;
Bible did explain;
Quiet did remain;
Our new priest said that God to us sent.
Jim Horn
Trump Is An Insolvent agent.
We never understood what Trump meant,
And he did end up being insolvent agent;
Never had fit in,
Again and again;
We never loved and always would resent.
Jim Horn
The fascination with travel.
Eating Sushi in Japan
Leisurely walk Central Park
Explore wondrous Machu Picchu
Romancing France
Shopping Italian style
Admire Egyptian Nile.
I just want to go
To Heaven
Then
See it all.
of mercy an agent
wherever God will have went
to save souls He meant
golfer world renown
should see their face when it frowned
ball in lake had drowned
his ball went astray
wind had blown his ball away
so at home should stay
She was a daring escape artist,
secret agent in her own maniacally
complicit central intelligence gravitas,
gritting darkly ravaged plug-in gray matter
weapon of choice - unsystematic wordy tumult
seducing unhinged recondite translations
i gather informaton for the united states i know what makes your hearts ache!i'm one bad mather bad as can be come and see if you can get me!i take terrorist down with and with different sounds!colecting data thats for me i love my job you just dont know a nother case another load!
Mad kings are sly devils,
and like math homework,
they’re hard to get rid of.
Like ex-boyfriends they
waltz the line of patience
with dawdling acknowledgements
and sluggish departures.
You find yourself the airline
agent, “Sorry sir, your departure
is booked and ticket printed -
please proceed to the gate."
Your a child
i heard at my death
honed my palate
on ironed brews
maleficent was hot
even pre angels lean
theres me talking to myself behind my back
Losing distance in a musical haze
If only he would ho me ld
One once once
Two too to
Three tree triceratops
Slicing light in twain
with a shadows skim
oopsing the moments
Going up and down in an elevator
Furiously walking, getting off and climbing through stairs
I've got an urgent appointment
The higher I go
The closer to death
Everything around is falling apart
There's one window of opportunity
To escape the whole ordeal
Panicked, sweat rush
A new passenger gets on
She delays my entry
Indefinately...
MARCUS JOHNSON aka NICK FURY AGENT OF SHIELD
Marcus Johnson aka Nicolas Joseph Fury Jr.
African-American
Former Army Ranger
NOW chief Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Mother of Marcus was CIA Agent
Fell in love with Agent Fury also CIA Agent
Together co-created birth son
Marcus Johnson
Nick Fury: Agent of Shield
8/27/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
A pink small sparrow
Comes at my halo
And grants me furlough
To travel through hollow;
I do after her lonely flow
But at my trail many glow
With expectation inflow
Of Money red or yellow.
It made me strong fellow,
From yesterday to tomorrow,
Who travels lonely and slow
By using a wheelbarrow.
No friend or enemy allow
Me to enter in his furrow.
So ye decide judiciously now
And choose relatives or sparrow.
I'd love to drive
A DB5
Be slim and nimble
Have a 'Q' issued thimble
Own a PPK
Called Walter some day
Raise an eyebrow at death
No intake of breath
Be attractive to women
Wear tight speedos to swim in
Have the Maldives as back-up
Let the Amex card rack-up
Pout on photos when taken
Rather martinis were shaken
It's a fantasy game
As I just stay the same
Not a credible hero
Only seven more than zero
The agent of evil, the enemy of humanity
Who spreads discord and hatred; extreme
Who does not tolerate peace and harmony
With ignorance and bigotry as his minions
Is busy ever to create chaos and commotion.
Let us listen to the cry of distress of humanity
And all cases of agony of the noble and simple
Let all the people come together to fight the evil
With unrelenting opposition; a decisive crusade
Against the impiety and uphold eternal virtues.
Ear, Ave u herd of a cow
she goes by the name of 6373,
an itch between her toe,
she has horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders are ready to go...
Wait one minute
so you can see
I' ll fetch the Lantern for Mrs O Leary...
You dashed about the factory
looking for the oil
kicked a Lantern over
Chicargo burned to the soil....
You blamed it on the cow 6373
an itch between her toe
horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders ready to go .....
The only big struggle
Is for money bristle
Finishes like a bubble
When we see Sin puddle.
Is this so thing doddle?
Actually it is a circle
Vicious; none to fiddle
As it makes one nuzzle
In their cozy castle.
Earlier there was raffle;
Making us quite subtle
In all innate our struggle.
Money’s single ripple
Can conscience straddle
Into treachery subtle.
So dear when see boodle
Don’t forget to whistle;
And flee away with chuckle
From this vicious girdle.
Browse through the history
Money is increasing industry;
Let it be business or peasantry
It is omnipresent mystery.
Everyone for it see palmistry
Ready for money do idolatry.
Money make man go to optometry;
It has capacity to test sociometry;
As without it there is no entry.
With main, welcome complimentary
For development of our poultry
In which we live and do sentry
Our future which acts on ministry.
Browse through the history
Money is increasing industry.
[90766 Log 003]
7/18 20:12
Nate-- Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!
Agent-- So your going back to the outpost now?
Nate-- Yeah, Forest is my home. The outpost there is too.
Agent-- O.K. I'll stop by and see you soon.
Nate-- I'll be there. I'll play your song on the way home.
It's still "Say Anything" by Cartel right?
Agent-- You got it. I love that song.
Nate-- Memory like an elephant...
Agent-- Body of a Tiger?
Nate-- yup.
Agent-- Stay safe out there.
Nate-- you too...