Short Ballooned Poems

I stepped on frog.
It ballooned
and shouted;

“Come, come!
Who are you
after all?”...

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When Elvis Presley dreamed on high
All he wanted to do was fly
Like Priscilla's blue moon
He ballooned with each tune
And it sure made his mama cry!...

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Itched memories never fade—
Keloids of time—ballooned 
scares of history: swollen selves.

As time runs on, so
must we.
As awareness ripens
and burst, escaping truths
empty into the cistern.

Full, the cistern overflows
the cup of mind—memories
running into the saucer of life:
Come, let us sip the nourishment....

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The budding appearance
On the cylindering lily
The fast forming interference
Heating the night chilly

The bird eyed the sparks
Yielding flowering tickles
Clouds ballooned in the parks
The desire designing the sickles

As the colouring heightened
The river curved and charged
The wind gusted and tightened
The poems clouded and enlarged

The sonnet emailed me
Oranging with glee

19 May, 2018...

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I am seventy-one
I could die at any second.
I tell this to my nurse.
She says “stop!”
She calls me silly.
I am seventy-one.
I like it.

I had a peanut butter cup and creamed soda for breakfast I say.
the nurse does not respond.
I am sure I am a diabetic I tell her.
I have ballooned up like a fat sow these last few years.
She laughs.
“Stop it! “She says.
“You forgot to call me silly,” I tell her....

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A little boy is playing
With his wooden gun;
Already he is saying,
“Where’s a better one?”

“And how long must I settle
For this paper hat?
My hat must be of metal,
Bullets must be flat.”

“When they’re flat they spread out
Wide inside the wound, 
It’s hard to get the lead out
Once it has ballooned.”

For though he’s just eleven,
When he’s seventeen
He’ll send some men to Heaven
Like a good Marine....

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Your gorgeous, and a temptation I can’t deny
The only trouble is,
my waistline has ballooned since I first met you.
You may be asking why
Well that’s my sweet tongue, sticky fingers
and your delicious honey pot.
Why don’t you diet I hear you say.
Well, life’s to short for fannying around
The only fanny I crave is your lovely honey pot.
Well, after all I guess its nice to have a few extra lbs (pounds) anyway....

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Weak tears struggle down wrinkled faces
of mothers with sagging breasts—
Looking down at ballooned bellies;

Their children lying in graveyard laps
oblivious to flies playing around
blood-shot eyes;

Boko Harim rides off laughing—
leaving behind survivors
consoled with the pangs of hunger;

With blood-shot eyes
we grow tired of morning news:
turn on the coffee pot to peculate;

And with muffled sighs
of late night uncontrolled fun
ask what’s her name, the weather!...

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Written by Gail DeBole

Phillip Buster could fluster a room -
Full of men whose anger ballooned
     When came his turn to speak,
     Congress snored for a week,
All dreaming he'd peter out soon.

Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.

Gail's note: Filibuster - Type of parliamentary procedure.
Right of the individual to extend debate allowing the lone
member to delay or prevent a vote on a proposal. -Wikipedia...

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