Short Brig Poems

Big Politician

Chris Christie
Not known to be nifty
Warned New Jersey National Guard Brig. Gen. Michael Cunniff to slim down.
This from such a big clown....

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Peter purchased a cute 'micro pig'
Over time it grew ever so big!
It cannot be denied
That the seller had lied
If he’s caught he’ll end up in the brig!

01~02~16...

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Hear tell the state of Texas is freaking big
Almost the size of Canada, holy frig
Why not form your own country
Have your own funny money
With The Wulfman riding herd from the brig

© Jack Ellison 2015...

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yabber yabber yabber
I am only half listening
brig brig brig
listening less now
She is nine
Does not notice
It is all about how many words she can speak.
She is not good at reading people's expressions
I look up, relieved,
that she has not stopped
and she still feels validated
Which is borderline ridiculous 
if you know people at all...

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Old Salt
Was Walt

Possessed
On chest

Tattoo
Of Lou

Each port
Had snort

Much booze
Blew fuse

Got tight
Had fight

Some beef
With Chief

Unwise
Blacked eyes

Uptight
Lost fight

For prank
Lost rank

For swig*
In brig

*One interpretation of swig is - strike heavily with fist!

Entry for Brian Strand's "Footle-Me" Contest

Placed in tie for 3d place in contest...

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Tip, tap,
toes rowing
across the blue
surface of the sea-
breezes play with my hair,
tangly messes of blond rope
form for the salty air to climb-
Sun shining bright on his throne of Noon
[The moon in her brig, in chains, wrought with stars]
My skin, dry with erosion from
wind blowing to my white gown; Sails-
In blue hallucinations,
In southwest oceans,
I come to you,
I see you,
In dreams....

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I won't revise 
   this 
I will try to 
   hit the nail 
with one blow of 
   my hammer 
Poetry can pour out 
  like a powerful rain 
if you let 
   your spirit dance 
Even though we 
   may have to exert some 
effort 
We should never forget 
    the image of the 
rain falling down 
  bringing nourishment 
to parched lands 
   We should brig 
nourishment to 
   parched lives 
with our heartfelt poems...

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This time in June as days are fair and bright,
Brig Copenhagen takes her leave from coast
to sail on Java's way for copra white.
Bet's made with schooner Captain Jake that most
in Brigantine returns first,aye, our boast.
The sheets are filling wide with breeze this day,
to gentle Zephyr we lift high a toast.
Swells go past oak boards showing gleams of spray
Toward Java we run free without delay
Good time lest blame foul weather moves our way....

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