Short Blowed Poems

we of diffrence race
sitting by the fire place
it was that time
we drink some wine
out side the wind blowed
it was cold
am told
so we stay home to play
it was
SEX ON A COLD DAY...

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When Trump Had Showed 

When steam off Trump always blowed,
While he did it had often been in code;
Maybe in Morris,
Sung in chorus,
Then went down toilet in a heavy load.

Jim Horn...

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The rooster crowed
The wind blowed
The horse stomped
The pig chomped

The weeds grew
A yellow shoe
The dog barked
The car parked

The chicken squawked
The man talked
The sun shone
Good to be home...

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Haven't heard recently about Napoleon Blownapart
Perhaps it's because his parts were blowed off the chart
Hard to survive
When parts have flied
All over the country, such sadness it imparts...

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This is an ode to Sally-Jo,
Her silver spurs and the horse she rode,
As their mighty leap slowly unwound
They jumped the Grand Canyon in a single bound,
But it was deemed wind assisted as a hurricane blowed....

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Good thing I was seated coz she blowed my mind
Prepared to wait out the dark days till the sun again shined
My tickler erupted
Twas a bit rusted
The joy was so intense my eyeballs became unaligned...

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My ticker shot.
My mind blowed.  My Life taking a turn.
My hopes dwindling.  My Love and
Heart waiting for a cure.
There's none.
What'll I do?
The same as most, Pray and Hope;
Pray and Hope....

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Erode and Corrode

What happened was wind blowed and blowed
Causing every thing to erode and corrode;
Water turn bad;
All so very sad,
Luckily, safely items had been below stowed.

Jim Horn

I wonder as result of Harvey....

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a sunshine
warms your ankle

occasionally blowed by the wind
the linden’s flowers cools you up
and you’re smiling

I can barely breath 
I have a peep at you ironing my shirt
paying attention to every detail
caressing and looking it dearly

like you are ironing it on me...

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Tried to keep something alive
that died so long ago
turned around
and shot one at me
suffres that has grown 
tears never released
now all blowed up
no meaning for what i've done
all my work
unused
so now your gone
left me soundless
to recapture the bullet
that went straight through me....

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You swung me high
My head stood low
Lost in the cross grounds
Got no places to go
You swung me high
Not high enough to see the road
I held on tightly
No matter how the wind may blowed
You showed me light
But; doubt has blocked my way
Making it so hard for me to see this day
You held my hand
While my hopes were high
You were my strength when that
time passed me by....

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Last night
You were my Ray Charles song
My Maya Angelou Poem...
Didn't we experience forever
during that moment
you brought my soul home?

Bob Marley plays on  Pandora
in that long episode
to be continued
my mind was blowed...

I liked it best when we danced slow.
There are some things that will last forever
Like that memory
       
         I will never let it go....

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Young Heather found a feather
one day in some cold weather;
just there, right there, on the road
landed, where the wind had blowed.

“My wooly hat it’s plain and pink
I’ll put the feather in, I think.”
young Heather thought as she bent down;
"It’ll turn my hat into a crown."

A dove whose feather had mislaid,
observed from window, as this maid,
with feather, turned from awkward girl
to princess, who would make heads swirl!...

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As we depart ways or leave on a trip to destination but yet not faraway but round trip back to mend bridges of repairing for fixing with togetherness and tools by U.S. which explains Unity Support where we cant disfuse what we enlightened to light our blowed light that always glow in faith correspondence but as we mention and break up to a separation in which there's no chain that cannot be broken as we maintain to link together now and forever....

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If a leaf fell,how would it fall according to sound? 
Is it that of a brisk? 
Not of the leaf but the night chill we feel..! 
Was it a swift that the wind made when it blowed it by you? 
It was sound of a russle you heard as the wind brisked it through. 
That of a cover falls as the mist forms around the moon. 
It is that of fall we feel chillin our bones. 
The whisper she calls out. 
The wind of natures way. 
The leaves fall and yet another season has played.......

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