Short Blowout Poems

Red Beans in pot
Tasty and hot
Gas explosion...

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tumbling falcon
holding the tuck position
one feathered blowout

John G. Lawless
©7/29/2018...

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its that time again
sale begain
get  in
blend
be apart of the wails
for the 
HOLIDAY BLOWOUT SALE...

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noisemaker-favors
bright dunce cap, chin-snapstring
—plus one candle
blowout 
with wrinkles, age spots

10/2/2021 (7th)...

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save more go door to door
sale like never before
prance the floor
we have show
rooms and more
rain snow or hail
we
have a
CHRISTMAS BLOWOUT SALE...

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DEPRESSION
way past
downcast

DEVILISH
enjoys
annoys

DIAPER BLOWOUT
changer
danger

DIETING
waistline
decline

DOG FLOAT
poodle
noodle

DR DRE
yo, what's
deez nuts?...

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Best Friends since 3
We laugh then we pee
We scream and we shout
We cry and we pout
sleepovers are fun...
But mostly a BLOWOUT!
We broke the law once,
But never again,
We are not related but we are family,
Best Friends forever
Best Friends...

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Herod`s
Celebrity Blowout
New Years Eve
Extravagan­za
Starring Lady Gaga
Justin Bieber
The Republic Candidates for President
and a Cast of Thousands

Now we can Love
New York
Blackout
Night of Orgiastic
Capitalist
Greed, Anarchy
and Lust

Occupy New Years Eve ?
The Philistine­s
They wouldn't Dare !...

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Friday has come 
And here I go
Ready to take up the weekend
Ready to blow the Saturdays with laziness
Ready to greet Sundays in Sabbath
Ready to start the Mondays in guile And climb over the hump-day
Back to Thursday, it's getting a lil' bit more easier now to deal wtih the days 
That may pass us by seven at a time...

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Headlines
He was going to write his masterpiece
“The road to London” but the coach from
The airport had a blowout.
When he finally came to London, and it was
Morning and reading the headline
which asked several coaches have suffered
blowouts, could it be the Russians?
Another more sober paper said the accidents
were due to poor maintenance but that is
not a word that makes headlines.
As for the poet he didn`t like London and
never wrote anything about this great city....

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The image could not be more clear:
the blowout from a diaper,
recoiling from my precious child
as though she were a viper.
Olfactory assault enough
to bring you to your knees,
the onesie soiled, arms raised, she cries
for you to help her, please.
Shaking, sweating, retching and forlorn,
gagging in the sink, “Who gave our daughter corn?”

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For the “Form I - Imagism - New Poem” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Written on 03/07/2022
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