Short Canna Poems

hummingbird drinks from
orange canna lily bloom...
jack decapitates  


jack=Jack Frost, Hoar's Frost, etc....

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too much on the bloody mind,
canna concentrate half the time,
write about the demons babe,
put in words what eer ya crave,
let exageration calm the wit,
pump words out a little bit,
n have a great time....

thanks you p.d.

Don...

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i'm missing out ,
aint no doubt,
canna shout,
just sob:)

shut me gob,
hang about,
I aint no slob,
just pout,
an sob,

head throbs,
sex is out,
dangler robbed,
drat de drought,
shis-kabob...

love your poem Bi Devnath mate....

Don...

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all a matter of the will,
complaints put ya off until,
her ya really didn't fancy,
been down that road with Nancy,
some needs ya canna fill:(
duct tape her mouth might still,
concentration, 4 the dancer....
until...

re:
"Less of a Man"  Russell Sivey, can.


Don...

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Halloween comes n punpkins , some,
say who is tugging here,
its Jack the horse, vine tugging some,
horse teeth that pumpkins fear,
but Jack he isnt queer,
an pumpkins canna run,
for pumpkin shed a tear...

re: Russell Sivey "Halloween Spiders"

an old Jack my horse  pumpkin fisher..one

Don Johnson...

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Headless

A head i need, bring me a head,
the headless body shrieks,
and Jack the lad says Raliegh had,
the head that Lizzie seeks.

good one Robert of the Haig,
good heads are in short supply,
but johnson's getting vague   .....
i canna deny....

(check out Robert's Version that prompted it!!!)
Don Johnson 6-aug-11...

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i'm just doing my time,
for a previous crime,
that of course i don't remember,
logic says yeah,
what did i did there?
the passion pit pain I surrender,
dumbos like me,
 just canna be free,
me tangle-foot,
 trips in the heather,
the women sublime,
 yet I had a good time,
still pay for whats mine,
never, never?
or whether....

Don...

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I have a dream of.....

Meandering paths and water lillies
Topiary hedges and mazes of green
Splashes of color across the lawn
Succulent fruits all for the picking

Bleeding hearts, buttercups
Elephant ears, paperwhites
Canna, easter, and daylillies
Caladiums and flowering grasses

Perfect meter, perfect rhyme
Balanced into beautiful blossoms
Ressurection of perrenials
Springtime treasures and autumns follies...

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I love those flowers
 pleasant blossoms floral plants
cool lavender plants 

walking the garden 
 I see blues, pinks, reds, orange
yellows and purples

picturesque lion tails
 cottage garden flowers smells 
as I walk this trail

lions tails canna
 rose laden trellises climb
allamanda plants

cool lavender plants
 pleasant blossoms floral plants
as I walk this trail

2/5/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Thou canna call on happiness 
It has’ta call on thee
There is no happiness in a glass
When through the bottom ye can see.

When happiness comes a knockin
If ye dinna let it in
Cos it may not be stopping
But that’s a grievous sin.

Happiness is shy my boy
You have t’a invite it through the door
Then ye can makes friends wi it
An sup happiness ever more.

© Mandy Tams 17/01/2013
Inspired by a Robbie Burns Poem 'A Bottle And a friend'...

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up&around 
     creeps virginia
midst boston's ivy

where
    oregon grapes
             mahonia

above
  idaho grass 
          blue-eyed 
                   
in a texas 
           dawn
&coloured
    new hampshire
                 purple
 a 
      alabama slammer
                        canna 
              wyoming
up the 
       arizona cypress
fuchsia california
shading 
  colorado
            tansyasters...

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The witch slapped me with dragon flies,
probably led to my demise,
yes man i'm up the creek,
the witches voice do shriek,
"stop yappin little freak,
honey chile you's talkin lies,
in mortals i does despise,
a poncy mortal weak:(
forever hold your speak,"
broom left with cackling cries,
before the moon she flies,
horrendous to the weak,
but me i canna speak,
just spitting Dragon flies...

re :  Russell Sivey  "The Witch Before Me"

Don Johhnson...

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beauty lurks upon the night,
i lost me teeth i look a fright,
if i'm not careful me dog may bite,
but i'll keep on sucking lemons :)

i'll jam a cossie under me frock,      (swim togs cossie)
me girlfriend gets a tiny shock,
jump in amongst the sleepy flock,
it's time 4 sum romancin :)

I canna stand this tawdry bar ,
and there you even bloody are
a dancing there with Nungidar
still a bloody prancing

just waffling here

Don Johnson 12-jul-11...

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You're a horse with an idiot paint job,
all zig-zaggy blacketty-white
you stand out when you're in a snowdrift
and can't even hide in the night.
Outrunning a Cheetah you canna
not graceful like any Gazelle
for living out on the Savanna
your life must be probably hell.
I once tried your flesh on Safari
at a camp where we had barbecue
so to add insult to injury
ugly Warthog tastes better than you.

For contest 'To a …... ' sponsored by David Lindsay...

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