Short Cane Poems
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as i walk
its like falk
it helps me on my feet
i can also dance to the beat
also carry it in the rain
i got to have my
CANE
Form:
mabe women or man
need cane to stand
you can bet
you must have rest
to make day complete
you dose like a bear
its
CANE SLEEP AND CHAIR
Red and white stripes round
and round the long shepherd's crook
sweet and refreshing
the first one of the season
most certainly not the last.
Going for a jog in the park today
Who am I kidding, what a silly thing to say
Walking is a chore
And furthermore
Broke my cane last week during a drunken soiree
Sweet sugar cane,
So sweet and juicy
Well, it just makes
Your mouth,
So watery, inside
Harvest bounty from
The Savannah fields
Sweet sap running
Down their long
Slender green spines
RAISIN CANE
There was a dried-up grape who became uncaring and overbearing
So one might say he became one brazen raisin
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Could Be Great Dane A Crane or My Cane
Could be great Dane a crane and my cane,
Which surely with me will always remain;
Great weather;
Still together,
Until they drastically do drive me insane.
Jim Horn
Candy cane bull put his hoofs around his sweets
He loved sugar and peppermint, he was fond of his treats
His mother suggested wheat, soybeans or another grain born
you can eat that stuff he said, I want candy corn
Finally walking with a cane to steady myself
Self-image delayed my usage but my need has swelled
Unsteadiness is the issue
So to avoid a miscue
Health is more important than image, who gives a hell
Your hair is God's wheat farm. Your eyes the heaven's fountain.
Your hands the warmest warm. Your height the highest mountain.
Your lips are gardens of roses. Your nose is the cane of Moses.
The phoenix without wings
A
candy
cane does
fall last
on a good
eats list
that I'll
have
this
time
each
year
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Candy Cane Faerie sprinkles canes all over the valley at night
How she gets these canes would give most of us a fright.
They appear out of no where and land in her hand
As she flies around frantically in this weird cornfield land
Cane Creek Cutie
Limerick
by: Tom
2004
Her nickname was the Cane Creek Cutie,
She had it all, a real honey blonde beauty.
She was always draggin,
Her little red waggin,
But at times this cutie could be snooty.
Growing from a sugar vein
in fields as far as the eye can see
are sticky stalks of pithy cane
bending the breeze a symphony
Born upon machete mouths
Held in sun soaked hands
Exhale moisture from the clouds
to inhale sugar from the sand.
The Cane Mutiny
He had but one leg and one eye
and a ship run aground sitting dry
but his cane - still attached
and his limp - unabashed
caused the ladies to mumble – “OH MY”.
©4/8/2019
Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin sponsor
Down On Candy Cane Lane
Several Elves Burst Into Flame
Rudolph Was Sad
But, Santa Was Mad
Knowing Spiked Eggnog Was To Blame.
Santa Put The Drink On A Shelf
Too High Up For Any Elf.
But, The Elves Formed A Plan
And Hired A Man
Who Took And Drank It Himself.
One man.
Treading the streets of his city,
large black overcoat blending into the night,
pipe bowl softly glowing red against the dark,
cane sharply clacking aginst the cobbles.
Suddenly an owl sweeps by,
white wings flashing softly,
quietly hooting.
One man,
one street,
one bird,
one night.
Dark Chocolate Rivers sinfully twist
...through marshmallow trees in May
Cotton candy webs clenched in my fist
Music-box songs lightly play
Cupcake Merry-Go-Round safely sings
As I watch the Cherry-bombs rain
Lolly Pop Lights in colorful rings
All aboard my candy cane train~
*inspired by my seven yr old daughter....Brooke
Clad in mud, olive-brown, warts and slime,
Across the lawn, a slow, squat, toxic blight,
Dinner-plate menace, poisonous glands
The warty invader takes all our time,
Flesh-webbed feet in the dead of night—
Spreading fast over native lands.
Nothing stops them, not native nor hound,
We watch them, the curse,
All of the toads.
In thousands now on the ground,
Worse.
Candy cane collector cooks confections
Accepting others' ideas with affections
Revising and rewriting recipes regularly
Creating candy concoctions creatively
He is our baker the neighborhood said
All the December candy he made in red
March candies were green clover shaped
Super hero cookies were aptly caped
What started out as a Christmas thing
Ended up as a profession with extra zing
this sorrow keep'in
me up and so dark
the night so dark
i ate this old heart
& taste the bitterness
mud on these feet
cool ma'h soul
yes indeed it do.
Woken up when the light
split the night and
now on my feets doing
the man's burden all
of this ol'day in
white man's fields.
so life makes me hug
yes'sir like fresh cooked
bread and steaming beans
this life so hard but
i'm drown'in in so much
love.
:: 06-11-2016 ::
The cane of Cain
So far away from sugar cane
It only shows the sting of pain
Just like a pin in the ring of crane
When rain cease to reign
Pain only uses the cane we give to it
On the giver or on others
It does that at times with fever like a river
And it could be forever
On-till you say it's over and say stop
Pain keeps hopping
while we keep hoping and hurting
You just have to set the time.
CANDY CANE STICKS
bent little crooks
red and white
stripes
help us swallow
Christmascrass
hype
succor sugar comforts
stuffed stocking taboo
peppermint sticks
disabling treats
bow to licking
lips
spry little hooks that
stoop to bingecringe
stick sickly sweet
decaying teeth
succor sugar comforts
stuffed stocking taboo
tastebuds tingle
sleighbells jingle
cell-o-feigns
freed
Candy Cane
Christmascrass
creed
© Kim van Breda—1 December 2015