Short Boarder Poems
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So imagine
A death ray
That turns
Troops to paste
Or makes the
Atoms in their
Body explode
Hmm dissonance
And quiet at
The border tonight
There once was a young booger called Bet,
Who was learning ‘bout surfing the ‘net.
As her tutor called Dougal
Introduced her to Google,
She said, ‘Surfing? I’m not even wet.’
*Booger – surfing term for body boarder
Oh, that steady decline into awareness
We seek and we find
The painful journey cloaked in darkness
At times to boarder losing my mind.
Suddenly light wins the battle
Just like He promised it would
Patience and trust made me aware
Not that I might, but that I could
A CHOICE TO SUFFER
The more I Pounder,
I wander in wonder;
I can't think further,
Cos I'll still borther;
If true love is the order,
Then love is a boarder.
If to love is to suffer,
And not to love is to suffer,
I have to choose to suffer,
Cos if I don't, I'll suffer.
Fluffy white clouds in the smokey blue sky
Whilst eucalypts branch healthy and high,
Fuzzy reflections mirror and shade
Grandeur creations naturally made.
Gentle ripples boarder surrounds
Native low plants cluster close grounds,
Waterhole wonders here to behold
Breathtaking beautiful gold.
A man ask a coworker for a dollar so he gave it to him
The next day he ask him for his daughter as a bride
And robbed him of his Pride
Later left the child for fatherless and hide the car behind
A hide way under a bridge
After all those year you wonder what the grandpa had to say
When he later he had to go back across the boarder.
A tap on the shoulder
The call of your name
Your next for a boarder
A tattoo in the game
I was so bored
My day was so lame
I had played all the fairs games
So I made myself a bracelet
With all my favorites names
We saw the singers preform
And now their here for ever
Right here on my arm
Here to permanently endeavor
In the heat of the sun
We went to the S.P.C.A.
We got a puppy today.
A tuxedo fur of black and white
sox to match what a sight.
A mix of boarder collie and black lab
He`s quite a handsome lad.
We stopped at the Walmart store.
bought him a collar and few things more.
He checked out his new home
He even found his toy bone.
He`s the joy of our life
He`s in his "forever home" the rest of his life
the day the Russians
are pushed back past their boarder
there is already unrest in Moscow
and Russia's idea
to invade Ukraine
caused a civil war
on their own soil
pro Ukraine militants
taking over towns
as they prepare for
soviet implosion
hey I'm here
I'm an American
and I think this is just
what Putin needs
or has this been
the plan all along
to become a democracy
7 year old skateboarder young boy with long braided Locs;
Overpowered by powerful frocks;
Skateboarding over wooden boxes;
fell hard, knees scarred;
Was impaled by a rusty nail;
Went to ER had a passionate nurse
She asked the boy which ouchy he wanted soothe first;
She was like penicillin she stuck a needle in his buttocks the, filled with a shot of tetanus?
~On the boarder of mine mistakes
I shutter I've fallen to the sounds,
grounds of mine beliefs I adhort to
say to the calling screams nevermore
to dream of those the tangled things
tangible things. Sweating bead...of
Perceptional drops of tears sore I am
the emotions of a guilt ridden-humanatee??
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
5/15/2024
Spring. Radiant gold rays of sunrise.
Sprinkles surprise from dramatic skies.
Swing heartbeat, flowering Spring,
Stir-up breathtaking flowering buds, it wrings and brings.
Plump long-eared, cotton-tailed bunnies jump,
Zigzag among the green grass and clover, bump
Among yellow daisies, daffodils, and lavender boarder way yonder.
A timeless swing dance among the dawn wonder.
2/29/2024
Thinking
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
Thinking of the boy last night,
Who stole into her room,
Who really got the biggest fright,
When she lashed out with the broom.
Yes he was nice but out of order,
Sad eyed he fled away ,
She didn’t see him here today,
Second thought’s about the boarder.
Don Johnson 22-july-11
Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest What is she thinking . . .
Raising light and reversing diffident order,
Proves a puzzling endeavor in noble modes—
Its compulsive plume wafts over the boarder,
Laid low and beholden to rebellion in codes.
Show me your values! Your colors are clear!
Your preemptive ‘no’ leaves you future regret—
Substance would make your defiance sincere,
And you haven’t shown any signs of that yet.
So listen, my son, as I walk you through Hell—
For my father once made me angry as well.
Here I sat for hours
Hoping to be in powered
I write
Ever so slight
I dream with great imagination
On the boarder of frustration
To speculate, oh maybe the well is dry
To much for the eye
Into the still of the hour
Here in the tower
Of my mind
Persisting on a note
Or a quote
To much time in my head
Has brought me to the confines of my bed
Oh but rest no, not this evening
Should I stop with this needing?
For a expression