Short Behinds Poems

someone's left behinds 
forgotten over time 
now my forever pet...

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Calm, composed exteriors
   Belie agenda-driven minds

Words painstakingly chosen
   Cover well-padded behinds...

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If I write 3 lines
Do I also have to kiss behinds

If I have the blues
Will you give this some views

If I write about vomit 
Will I get a comment...

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tag your it 
 the game we play 

 remembering , never 
 go away

 dodge the ball 
 run trip and fall

 street lights shine 
 time to move our 

 behinds , in the house
 remember how we played...

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At times I may come across as a lecherous old man
But trust me, that's a totally false description of who I am
Harmless, gentle and kind
Absolutely loves nice behinds
I mean really, some phillies have scintillating floor plans...

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They claim they care
How their bank accounts fair!!
As your health, to paramedics, they leave
Their next loan tranche to sieve

From curfew to lockdown we flit
As on their ample behinds, they sit
While the masses hunker down
The deep state's in town...

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Splendiferous skies
Sunflower sunrise
haystacks of lilacs
pastel daisies play
with robins and jays

fragrant grass finds
bunny behinds
cotton lambs coo
earth's lush rebirth

a spring dream
until my
face hits a

clinging
bug filled

web

3/09/21

Poem of the Day
3/11/21...

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There once was a couple of brats
who engaged in continuous spats.
The result was a tie
when each scratched out an eye -
an old-Biblical tit for a tat!

The brats awoke bleeding and weak
when, half-seeing the havoc they’d wreaked,
they discarded their clothes,
their behinds to expose -
a new-Biblical turning of cheek!...

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Time can not be ours.

All moments become worn.

Are we bound by death? 

Have we come to die
as the water calm? Will our hearts be 
still as the days are long?

Do we leave behinds behind to begin at endings end?

To feel our lives born again, will we throw away lost 
memories of how it could have been?

We are bound by death....

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Pain was half the fun
on a dirt-pile pyramid
topped with a slab of lumber
Bleeding, splintered hands
Black and blue behinds, scraped knees
Wounds gladly traded for joy

A discarded box
beckons three dare-devil brats
to crawl in and roll downhill 
through the briar patch
Tucked safe in their cardboard womb
giggling at outraged thorns...

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Riddles may be to some..
But those whom see
Truth and Love 
Is within Thee...

For your words of Wisdom.. 
Behold such delight
Many may see...
Trueness insight..
Glorious Love to behold

Behinds His Scenes
Divine.. Living Water
Unfolds... Eternity

Come to Jesus

~~Inspired by touch of an Angels heart.. 
                       Smile Johnny~~ Love always yours; Grace...

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Have the light in the small
take hands accross hate
smelling of self,
realizing the big picture real
we really are beyond us,
dwarfing ego to the all
systems go on around us.
We are a part not wholly aware
but big truths can be learned,
drumming in our beyonds,
So our behinds don't fall
into abyss full self
we make our lives not part.
Apart the sea.
Rise....

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firefly lightning
 bug behinds his  abdomen
 wings fly whistling

~

at in the dark sparks
special parts attract sexist
 to glow at pre-night

~

lit, light up like a,
 flashing billboard on and off
fly with abdomen 

~

emitting light flashing
turning on off during flight
glowing in flight

7/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Do colorful ducks get all my food
    a lot depends on my shifting mood
  If I feel sorry for a plain brown duck
    I might throw him more, to change his luck

  Does the best-behaved kid get this teacher's praise
    not necessarily, if his arm's never raised
  I encourage questions from inquiring minds
    not 'perfect kids,' who sit on their behinds 

  As a card-carrying septuaginarian
    I'm just as proud to be a contrarian...

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watches  a  sinister  looked  
at  the
behinds , tops  and  downs ,
that  the even  these  
sorry  no  left 
or aparted
from  the it  looked

pains  been  pain  though
and  days  seem  saying so
of  because  the  it looked  
 will by  a rising  light
 swear  to be seen 
crying  yo

a  vixen…like…be  the it probable
see how it be exaggerated
though be not ever exonerated
from the lover sorrowings
that is the withoutless doers, 
but on loving 
happy is the yelling rivers...

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rich white spoiled brat
dodges draft 
talks about struggles
and patriotism
for OTHERS

hypocritical self-serving
amoral being
talks about
ethics and laws for Others
and goes his own perverted ways


political outsider insider  
speaks 
but does not listen 
makes noise 
but no sense 

supposed entertainer
plays with himself
produces black comedy 
and tragedy
tweeting like a white crow

bully bragger
coward
someday someone 
will confront him 
and kick OUR  behinds...

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