Short Chums Poems

lost those days, long
With chums laughed, played, loved
Young vibrant days

Mischief of youth
Craziness of mind
Reminiscing now...

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Twiddle de twiddle dum
That’s how it is with me and my rum
Called a friend to join the fun
He turned out to be a bum
So it remains with me and my rum
Twiddle de twiddle dum...

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I bought loads of fruit with my chums
But I was all fingers and thumbs
I went all shades of red
When I dropped some and said
Hey lady, would you grab my plums?...

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Burn the buns,

date the chums,

range rants and take the gums,

summon the slums...

Stake-out for intimacies~
awaiting the chimes jumping infinities,

languish lore-

the entanglements roar!

Richer than  tryin' in the doors,

silk'd as saddlin',

tricky as the mind we're in....

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Resting here wondering
what's going on with
my feathered chums of mine.
They seem to be upset
over something.

A nest could be near by,
and I'm what's upsetting
them.

Mr Robin is at ease
with me, but it's not his nest,
so better leave for now.

wrote 6-11-07
  wrote at Lowell ponds...

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how to live alone

late night , the big chill
plays quietly, scenes flicker
kevin kline
glenn close
meg tilly 
suicide 
reunion
old school chums
jeremiah was a bullfrog.

there in the middle of it all
rapt in that old house
wrapped in the night
living vicariously in film
me 
daisy
a few dreams
but no music....

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 Ole kero fridge went om om om, 
like the Hari Krishna chanting chums, 
a portal opened in the room, 
3rd eye of a child in tune, 
at 4 i saw 40 grey of dead,
 boogyman.
Don
The grey bastards filled my room,
I'm insane you'll assume,
watch them Kero fridges snide....
Don

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xc_mMeIZTzQ...

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you paint a picture with the words,
another world, where fly the birds,
and natures tune is strummed,
into Aussie's heads is drummed,
Crocs and Sharks will eat you chum,
but the new chums, aint perturbed?
they get eaten like a nerd,
where the Sand-Goannas run:)
sometimes ...

Don Johnson

re: Louisiana Bayou...Leo Larry Amadore...

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As I depart from the
trail and into the
bushes I go.

Robin's tree house right
above my head, so many
fine birds, four or five I see.

Such a charming bird,
sounds coming from
them so gentle.

Robin's tree house by
the pond, but
hidden so well.

Goodbye my robin
chums, until
another grand day.

wrote 9-19-07  at Lowell ponds...

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Many a book comes
With collage on covers 
Some become chums
A few of them lovers

When you have read
The poems and tales
The salty moon pales
There waits the cabby

We are in the look out
For new word and story
If you have your clout 
You are in your glory

If this sounds airy-fairy
Eat drink and be merry
---------------------------

5/16/2015...

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I don't suppose
the white hums of summer
will ever out strum the blues;

but here before me,
two colors mingle
in polite harmony-
spouting about
like versed chums
over black coffee

so why do I stand here,
all cockeyed
and bashful
in these careful shades of yellow,
mulling over red
and its poignant way 
of bruising my heart
a callous hue of indigo...

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Think of Others



                      Them!
                  and not you
               love others more
             this will open a door
            for fine, understanding
              no need to be glum
                find new chums
                 this is the truth
                     forsooth!


        
                    10/8/20/20
                      1pm PST...

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Today I helped an
old man cross a
bright,  busy street.

Taciturn, somber
he never asked
for help or anything,

cars whizzing by, 
office zombies and
children shuffling by.

Only some force of
inexplicable familiarity 
laced our heels together,

braving traffic together
nondescript,  inseparable 
chums from curb to curb,

til we turned a dark corner
and just like that he was
gone....

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Tell them
-They have come
To the fishless sea;
Needless is their net and 
chums,
Useless! Their gaff and clonks.

Tell them
-They have come
To the metal land;
Where tilling is a waste,
And planting is unseen.

Tell them
-They have come
To the shadeless tree;
Where resting is unpleasant,
Where sun is in abundance.

Tell them
-And Sing to them
A single song;
Sing to them
Their failure!...

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A Vishyssoise of poets
Chicken soup for the soul
A site for we, who use it
Our talents to extol

A borscht of bards and artists
A consomme of flair!
Sonneteers and writers
Who with our pen do dare!

Poetry Soup I love you!
Anonymous yet warm
A broth of faceless friends
A shelter from the storm

A hearty bowl of stock
With feedback, thanks and praise
A wonton soup of cyber chums
With talent to amaze!...

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My eyes start walking on tiptoe
To follow wherever you go
My ears start stealing your every word
To listen to the words I haven’t heard
My heart starts beating like drums
When you come closer like chums
My brain start dreaming sweeter dream
When I think of you as ice-cream
My body starts warming up like midday
When you touch me when you want me to stay
I love you this holy words I want to say
When you make out what’s inside me like X-ray...

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Meet me there ...
Be it rain or shine,
Since I like both
Any weather is fine

Find me there ...
With those already met,
To mingle there ...
With ones I haven't yet

In a good place where 
We can laugh and smile,
And talk to the ones
Not seen in awhile 

I'll be going there
When my time comes,
I'll be waiting there
With my old chums

Promise me now ...
You will cry no tears,
And meet me there 
In one hundred years. 
...

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While we humans are living in fear,
those sweet cats and the dogs we hold dear
get added attention
since we’re in detention.
Pets are thrilled that Corona is here!

Our societies came to a crawl,
but the creatures are having a ball.
Gators saunter to stores.
Monkeys, goats, and wild boars
running free aren’t so dumb after all!

April 23, 2020 for  Janice Canerdy's Limerick Contest
(I think my fingers hit the wrong keys first time around!)...

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Smell of cut grass,
brings back memories
of better summers
as dear childhood chums,

we would play until
way past dark and
sit on that grass
so green and fresh.

Wishing on falling stars,
coming down from heaven,
telling stories and
watching fireflies.

As dew fell on the ground
in search of night crawlers,
we would find so many
into the can we would place them.

Voices calling to us,
our fun would end until
tomorrow night and more
wishes we would make....

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I love to dabble at Scrabble
Making words, with tiles I move.
Spending four hours a day
Making words up so smooth

It is pretty much the luck of the draw
I get a Z, and happy I feel.
Zygote would be great, and zany too.
Easy to fit in zig, and zeal?

Know all two-letter words, have played them all.
Three-letter words, I have played all but three.
I play Word Chums, also and Words with Friends too
Which three have I not played? Totally unclear to me....

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"Respect" is a word many people use
"Respect" is a word many people abuse
Most people spend their life to learn it
Most people spend their life to earn it.

So they can all say "look up to me"
and prop up their false identity
But respect doesn't come by achievement or funds
or looks, or houses, or car type or chums.

You find "respect" hanging on a cross
not by the gains but by one's loss
You find "respect" between sky and land
with a different crown on a crucified man....

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