Short Cashed Poems
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A kiss is a tender gateway station
For those who cherish procreation
Yet should it lack some passion
Its promise may not be cashed in
I cashed my Social Security check
But even now I'm quite afraid
Because after adding up all my bills
I still owe more than what it paid
Dusty windows reflected fading dreams,
Of items treasured now lost in schemes
Of hopes long lost or freshly dashed,
Left in limbo as cheques were cashed.
A girl once won a lottery ticket
She cashed it in at the wicket
Shared it with her spouse
Who turned out to be a louse
Spent all the wicked lottery ticket.
Though Cupid was not on the scene
the dame had her very own scheme.
Her gent, she waylaid,
her breasts, she displayed
and cashed in on his Valentine dream.
I used all of what remained out of my cashed monthly cheque.
The purple coin purse had been emptied before I could even check
That the washing machine was just not at all now working.
Trump Created A Curse
Trump on himself had created a curse;
What he wanted worked out in reverse,
And he had hiked,
After being disliked;
Women cashed in and jingled their purse.
Jim Horn
The funding of wisdom,
bankrolling death
Thoughts to withdraw
from a ledger unspent
Refinancing life,
true folly indeed
With memory cashed in
—eternity free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
We built a flammable house.
Put smoke detectors in.
Then called the fire department
to save what we had in.
Then cashed in our insurance
to buy another house.
And filled it up again
with things we'll have to dowse.
our
time
cashed out
way before
the meter expired
sending our dreams somersaulting
helter skelter to the whims of what never was planned
leaving fairy tales breathless, our favorite song, weeping still, in the landfill of love
Vegetables Spectacles
farmers
market
goosen
loosen
runnin
funnin
garden
pardon
tardy
party
crazy
lazy
bashed
cashed
callen
fallen
filling
spilling
founded
grounded
3/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
THE CUSTODIAN
The husband never forgave me
I'd given him a slim five hundred
He cashed his ticket in on a stormy day
I could not enjoy the song and dance of rain
No nostalgia!
I swayed like branches blown by wind
But not once did I fall
I could have had a ball with sudden wealth
I said, 'Your half would be yours
Mine goes hither and yon.
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Comeback God sacked a craft sassed to last /
Grasp no slack or sag with the rap slap/
Pressure the bag and tip of the cap /
Coder crack hat and lift that latch /
Off the docket and out the casket /
Almost a tragic trashed hit had him cashed in /
Dodged that tactic now have the out to last kit /
Hoss’s odds lodged a socket to play with any ratchet
Why do you still chat
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?
Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…
I know A Callow:
At theft who’s shallow;
The idea A Brow
Would never allow.
the clock ticks again and again,
a reminder of each treasured moment,
as some moments pass and need to be left behind,
bread crumbs on the path of living,
illustrating a path that will not be walked in return,
mementos of unknown significance that can not be cashed in for anything of value yet priceless in the living,
until the living ends and the ticking continues.
Took Me Fool
Crushed and cashed the fantasy,
But could not hold fancy,
She bailed me out in rain,
As I tried to build the new reign,
My delusion drove me to dive,
As hard that I could not see the cheat hive,
Why do you take fool out me?
Is that how you can push me to that lie pool?
Enchanted with paradise at the rhapsody of your thigh,
But to get it was a not easy tithe,
Stop making fool out of me,
Because it stings like a bee.