Short Behinds Poems
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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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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
There once was a man from Schenectady
Who could not keep his hands off the lady
He hit bugs from their behinds
Got fired because they did mind
He thought he was fine, but no one else but he
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
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
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
Lawyers scratch their behinds
contemplate justice, tone-deaf, blind
Is outing a criminal despot in our hemisphere ‘constitutional’
Is the Monroe Doctrine still useful ...
While evil Maduro's already behind bars
~ Venezuelans cheering freedom’s stars
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!
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.
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
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
Form:
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.
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
You have heard of shenanigans, right?
we were introduced to shenani-goats tonight
they romped and jumped and butted our behinds.
ruthlessly rambunctious, rough, not in any way kind.
Do we have to come back? Asked my child, Hue.
His bottom and legs were now black and blue.
They aren’t trying to be bad, my sister said.
An opportunity for a shenani-goat to butt her in the head.
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
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
Form:
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