Short Bang On Poems
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make a stand
go hand to hand
sit and make plans
together
to make thing world better
bang on ccan
BE PART OF RIGHTS BAND
get on a stand
bang on a can
doit over the land
shake hand
be like a bid with wings
sing sing
just don't be fist swinging
BRING IN THE YEAR SWING
some of all corlor
they likw each other
loves the sand
and listen to the band
love to bang on can.
they have lots to say
kids or today
LET THEM PLAY
Quickly grabbed my briefcase
My brolly fought the rain
I sped to the station
Only just caught my train
Bang on nine… my boss rants
You’re here… but where’s your pants?
Hold on to the moment you're suppose to
Bang on with the person you're close to
Live the greatest misery of your life
&
let no one know the mystery with that blunt knife
When we are wrong (this might be trite),
the way we feel is watertight.
So what’s the deal?
How does it feel?
It feels bang on like being right.
Russian dance groups blow me out of the water
Their synchronized patterns are amazing for every watcher
None out of line
Bang on every time
What dya think, maybe I too could be a dancer
Did a triple lutz this fine morn jumpin' outta bed
Olympic style but landed bang on my head
Now what's two plus two
I'm totally screwed
Think it's seven, if it isn't my clothes I will shed
Cursed is a word that's sometimes bandied about
But in this case, it's bang on, there's absolutely no doubt
A car so possessed
Causing continued distress
Giving it away finally ended the enormous big ouch
Dictionaries describe “fossil” as a cranky old person
Not flattering but it's bang on, not a very nice version
It doesn't apply to me
I'm as sweet as can be
Fillies flock around till I'm forced to charge a fee
Ray Gridley has a possible diagnosis
Alas, rabbits do catch viral myxomatosis
Since Jan's is a famous banging bunny
Who stays far from field and ANY honey
Energizer Bunny will bang on till unconscious!
(c)Deo, 04152017
South Park
At you're peril
Should you choose to disregard
Believing it's humor to dark
Once understood
Becomes instantly funny
Bang on the money
As it parodies life
The absolutely absurd
That you could not write
As so contrite
The human plight
Is comedy gold
Destined never to grow old
Even if she were a whore
With a visible moral sore:
The licentious from her jaw,
Largely The Deprived or poor,
A fool seeming to the core,
On all days A Bore
But broke A Toothless Law,
You mustn’t her on paper draw,
On her invective pour
Nor bang on her door…
These, a raising of dust and more,
For The Law silly defenses would floor.
That fashion style's come round again
for everywhere one sees
the young 'uns in their denim jeans
with rips across the knees.
Some sporting just a single slash,
others have two or more,
it must help ventilate their gait
don't know what else they're for.
If having holy clothing means
they wear a look that rocks,
it means that I am bang-on trend
with my pants, my shoes and socks.
March 2020
A serene morning.
I rouse to no ding.
Am I daydreaming?
I languorously lock my eyes on a clock.
It is getting on for 10 o'clock.
A muffled bang on the door.
I am not alone at home?
My wispy feet stomp on the floor,
Eyes engrossed in the spyhole.
A girl in a white top.
Grotesque features I evoke.
Her bright red lips mutter on
'2024,...'
'Calls you to the main floor.'
Form:
One might think
you're the apple of my eye
make it icing on the cake
or better yet cherry on the pie
but all that stuff is not enough
for there's more at play
which I'll describe in detail now
and believe you me when I say
you're the prize in my cracker
for all you are and all you do
not only that you're the paper hat
give life a snap and you're the riddle too
In Nashville, every bar is filled
With music and with booze.
The patrons fill the tip jars
Of whichever bands they choose.
The past four days we joined them,
Hearing songs and drinking beer,
But now we’re back at home
In our familiar atmosphere.
So tonight on Nashville’s Broadway,
As the fans prolong their sips,
Singers strum guitars and bang on drums
While others give them tips.
Go on now and blast the songs you love so much,
at least you have your music to console you.
Go ahead now and bang on your drums until your ears are ringing,
at least your anger will be gone.
Go curl up in your bed alone,
at least no one is there to make you feel worse.
Go get lost in your dreams
at least good things can happen in them.
Go on with your life,
at least you have one to make better.
She knew he would come;
with a bang on the door
he would come.
at times gay and merry
laughing with merriment
brimming with love
he would come
into her arms
with laughter
with joy
with love
he would come!
She knew he would come;
with a bang on the door
he would come.
most times fiery and belligerent
boiling with hatred
riding on blows and batters
he would come
into her body
with blows
with insults
with hatred
he would come!
Is it just exscuse or ignorance
Its been over twenty four year
Shes still taking this substance
She is so bang on the gear
Though often says her reliance
Could one be anymore sincere
How anyone has the paitance
I am suprised she is still here
Perhaps a high level of tolerance
Though has little worrie or fear
What seems like a life sentance
For which l would stay well clear
An old write 2014 follow on to a stark reality
Chasing the light written rewritten 2020
planting you
a rose
the seed
in one mind
awaiting the explosion
bang on
dazzling beautiful
a fusion
of flowers
lighting up
within vision
like all the colours
of a rainbow
budding to
a beautiful flower
raising tall
amongst the daisies
towering amongst flowers
as the sun smiles
brightening up
one garden
with flowers
of all colours
the one colour
standing out
my rose
i behold you
a fragrant beauty
standing tall
my flower
the flower
of flowers
whom i adore
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