Short Chalks Poems

cute color crayons
chalks bought for children well spent
canvas of rainbows

08 June 2021...

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its talk it chalks
it runs in the sun
it a strong sunforgun
and is fun
i bought from a hardware
store
my
LAWN MORE...

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Today a simple blessing that comes from every artist
who work with paints or pencils or chalks…

Life is much more colorful
when we use every crayon in the box...

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Notwithstanding, stars must be tall
To separate me from the waking-up of miles.
They glint when there’s no more light at all—
Drawing from my eyes; For on sky’s blackboard,
A p..m. set of chalks, rise in awe
To sketch, dreaming within a child’s hours—
Notwithstanding, stars must be tall
To separate me from the waking-up of miles....

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Dedicated to a Nun that was raped by a Hindu gang in Orrisa in India.

Bondage dawdles but dauntless rambler.
Glimmers as goblin a goblet gambler.
A heartburn glory chalks a chandelier.
A granite lineage outdistanced gondolier.

Responsive restitution a splitter sponger,
Guttural estuary grumbles bounded cavalier.
A bony strangled receptacle receiver,
Keynote bolted storm violate believer....

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I will not sit upon my chair
nor go in to my room
 and brush it with a broom
paints put away I must
crayon sticks, chalks, dust,
  fat cats and books back.
Onions fall into a sack
crying child, six drops of rain,
fall upon his wooden train.
Dolly’s sock fits so snug
tabby crawls on mummy’s rug.
Is a dog, a him or a miss? 
Toys upstairs, got two fish,
Oh what? A to-do
What can you say without an 
E?...

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In the club we rave chicks
Munching on glow sticks,
While sipping from a tub of acid,
Sipping on tube shots until we rabid.

After hours we doodle on the sidewalks
With a pack of rainbow chalks.
The people in the streets listen to our hums
As we march to the beat of our own drums.

Our heads filled with magic
As we drink coolers until we sick.
We rave girls love partying:
Dancing until we feel like we're dying....

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