Short Apiece Poems
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its the season
this reason
if theyer able
they sit at the table
eat afeat turkey meat
but the treat
for me this is no lie
is apiece of
PUMKIE PIE
Twenty-two twenty-two caliber guns,
With twenty-two ammo,
Pointed at me....
By twenty-two small time hoods
Each having done twenty-two years apiece...
I'm hoping twenty-two times,
Twenty-two twenty-two's
Ran out of sufficient gun grease!
I want apiece of cake
Just a simple slice
Of what's in between your thighs
Slinky silky icing
I wonder if it's my birthday
Or is it time to celebrate
With a piece of your cake
Blow out the candles and make a wish
I want to give you a Holly kiss
Right between your
Right between your
Middle and rubit in my face
How good and sweet is your cake
Orange Crush made us feel grown.
We were kind of older, on our own.
Grape Kool-aide was set aside.
We had cola now, and potatoes, fried.
I remember thinking the fizz made me feel old.
I was all of fifteen; Orange Crush taste was gold.
We were wearing two-pieced swim suits on the beach.
Eating hamburgers too, which cost twenty-five cents apiece.
Who knoweth thoust toad
than thoust legless load
be ye first to croak
than thoust frog's now croak.
Frog caught sight of croc
toad cast eyes on site
got six of eight legs
ate frog's two, toad all
Thoust frog apiece lept
thoust toad peace hadst kept
lily pads, frog's faith
toads, bottomless fate.
I would like two of those I told the lady of the house.
I was staring at her two mushroom plant holders.
I can pay whatever you want, I told her.
I could tell that she was pleased.
I made them myself, she informed me.
But I am saving them for my children, she acknowledged.
I knew her children pretty well.
I waited for my chance.
After her death I bought them for a quarter apiece
At their garage sale
Want to buy some bunnies? Asked the McSlayper.
This was from a bubble man with a white face.
Not flesh-color, not peach, not pink, white like paper.
I have plenty, I mean so many, it is nearly a disgrace.
So, you have lots of bunnies the bubble man guessed.
Yes, twenty-six hundred and two, McSlayper confessed.
Six more for only a dollar apiece, what do you say?
McSlayper laughed so hard, the bubble man ran swiftly away.
the puppy arrived at gnome village on his own
he had no briefcase, suitcase, name tag or phone
What do we do with him? Grandpa gnome ask his niece.
We had better play with him, let’s take an hour apiece.
So the villagers took turns playing with the puppy all day.
He was exhausted, but happy, when he went along his way.
That is what you do with puppies, I read it in a book.
The puppy gave the librarian a wave and a fond, sleepy look.
Racing down a road,
I passed a place that wasn’t there.
Looking for the name
Of the spot that lost its place,
I found Elizabeth,
Down the road apiece from Grace,
Resting on a map
With naught else to leave a trace.
Hallowed by family,
Whose mem’ry they did embrace,
Their names were honored
By loved ones some distant year.
Full of other thoughts,
I went on and left them there.
Progress passed them by;
I did too, without a care.
So she had confidence in him
Displayed with deceit
The love for a poisonous crawl
Misplaced as it could be
Banging the drums so loud
For all to hear
With his melodious tone
Spilling the lyrics of thier love
Many danced to it
some used it as their tech-tone
Few thoughts remained myopic
Just when the sunshine sparkled
Then came a sudden storm
Which broke the instrument apiece
And denude the charade she kept within
The song stopped, the deceit ended!
Downtown dead weight
Hurled like a heavy piece of irony
Specks of sometimes riding shotgun
Blankets of stars that never sleep
Upheaval and missions of monsters
World gone wrong messages
Edging ever closer to weary
Sometimes a great notion
Readiness and tangible freedom
Waxing moons breathing shallow
Deliveries to empty doorsteps
Time again and again
Forward the motion in prayer
Forlorn and high like a kite
Innocence dressed immaculate
Down the road apiece
Tangled vines are relative
twisting way up into my family tree.
When we were young, still in college,
my cousins all knew I needed a buck or two,
small amount just to get over a slump.
I finally asked for ten because
it would have helped me move on.
My rich bro gave me his two cents worth
and I've really never wondered why.
But the others, only had excuses
growing from twisted, tangled minds.
I've included each one in my will now
a hundred dollars apiece from my millions.