Short Bongs Poems

To whom does this belong
this giant cylinder bong?
Perhaps this blue bong belongs
to those in the throng
or perhaps to those playing beer pong...

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jive time blares
ju ju bees can do
slide trombone
breasts on view
colored plastic beads dangle
the men toot and hoot

beer bongs rise
lust fills the side walks
white lines drawn
ambulance
and still they keep on coming
party on baby 

Poet: D. Guzzi
Contest:~SHARE A SHADORMA~...

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Soon the Yucca Will Bloom

Bleak are the days
All have gone away.
Soon the Yucca will Bloom.

The rush, the crush,
The gong reverberating
Bongs into quiet.

Red and green turning
Disappearing into dull of order;
Persons morf into telephones.

And the gong’s last tone is silent.
Colored lights are out.
Soon the Yucca will Bloom....

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Puff, puff, puff, that joint.
Slowly if you please.
Happily, happily, happily, happily.
Bongs are but a tease.


05/08/2023


Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
"Row, row, row your boat"


05/08/2023


Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
"Row, row, row your boat"...

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SPOOOOKEEEE

Lost in the woods
On All Saints Night
Chill in my blood
Moon’s a fright

Its ring around
Is red as hell
And distantly
The doomsday bells

Eerie bongs
Tis truly said
One short    two long
Will wake the dead

Hark those strains
The dies irae
Tell of pains
On judgment day

Oh where to go?
At last I fear
The rooster crow
No more I’ll hear

Dave Austin...

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The will shall supplement my fitness,

categorize my songs,

and ejaculate a witness!

He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,

complicate our wrongs,

and dish out the bongs,

sing along with songs,

in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,

tomb smoke and tokens-

taken in by notes,

domes inside zones,

landscaping Vogue-

no real reason to pose unless you are gold....

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Life can be compared to a cunning fox,
We often need to cogitate out of box;
Showcasing our cleverness.

Death can be compared to gloomy songs,
We need to surrender as the time bongs;
Accepting with braveness.

Life and death are non-identical entities,
We need to agnize, there aren't immortalities;
Relenting sheer earnestness.

28-5-2020

~DEEPA~

Third place in the contest.
Note:Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Charles Messina...

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