Short Boiling Poems
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summer coming in
no to much wind
not to hot
no boiling pot
on the beach
its cool water on my feet
SUMMER
SO SWEET
some one watching you
what do you do
there's or book
and hook
on you too
i was lay beach OILING
cause them me
EYE BOILING
Haiku 4/16/2017
sunset’s boiling red
wispy simmering streaks veil
heat stung hazy moon
John G. Lawless
4/16/2017
FORK
Fear casts a lingering shadow
On My vision of life stretching
Reverberating anxiety boiling in the
Kettles of My heart.
i must say today
its not hot
its a boiling pot
am sweating a lot
the heat got my beat
its driving me nuts
AM BRUNNING UP
am a boiling pot
got the hots
you make me sweat a lot
a am not alier
my minds flowing higher
and higher
YOU LIGHT ME FIRE
as i was walking
i felt starking
i could hear them talking
i begin starking
i was being could tel it was like hell
EYE BOILING
BOILING SOUP
make you toot
hot potatoes
cook tomatoes
if its right fixs
beet meat on a stick
all good and cool
WINTER FOOD
the weather is fine
its my kind
not to hot
not a boiling pot
not to cold
don't need a soup bold
i must say
its a
PERFECT DAY
Surly songs
Played by hungry men
Plucking staccato roots
Spotted chords of dried dearth
Cleansed in strummed pots of boiling verse
heated quicken aire
temperatures boiling pot
sweating man it's hot
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Boiling water evaporate
Leaves not but to incorporate steam
6/1/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
we wer a boiling pot
both was so hot
we just sweat a lot
could get to a bed
was right then able
to have
PASSION ROMANCE
ON A TABLE
If God is such a gracious giver
This water was boiling oil I wish,
so straight from the running river
...I'd have instant deep fried fish.
A mixture salty resin
Compound boiling in cauldron
Sweet fragrance concoction scent
Smelling devilish
Russell Sivey
The weather so cold
Hot water thrown in the air
Turns to instant snow
Date written and posted: 01/30/2019
She came in.
She had my undivided attention.
When she looked I turned away.
So I sat there, with the pot boiling and lid just rattling away.
The sand's running low,
It's near time to go;
The water is boiling away.
The shadows grow long,
A lullaby song
Is heard at the closing of day.
Form:
The soup has spilled
boiling hot
into my lap.
Howl upon howl
cools nothing.
I must go
and leave an empty bowl
where it lies on the floor.
Form:
I want to scream,
Let this boiling rage run free,
Like fire it erupts,
Burning everyone it touches,
My fire is set loose,
And I stand by watching.
lwe had on pants tight
and bags that was lights
we got hot
our boby was boiling pot
we rug and sug
rode slow as we would hike
we had
SEX ON A BIKE
the is right feeling don't fight
it not to hot
not like a boiling pot
its folley ball
near water fall
mabe you can teach
its
A DAY
FOR THE BEACH
its very hot
like a boiling pot
sweat mabe knee pain
from trying run
look up its wet stuff
drop its up high in the sky
its the
SUN AND THE RAIN
Thoughts are like bubbles in boiling water,
One can never capture them all.
Endlessly more and more are born,
where do they come from where do they go?
Ravenous, my love
My growling needs censor
Churning belly,boiling heat
Famished, my dear
Sweetly chide my wolfish nature
While me, you gently devour