Short Clad Poems
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Summertime beauty
Her figure is a delight
Perfection of curve
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The cowl or other churchly attire
The priest’s habit soiled with desire
The fanciest should Lucifer hire
His noxious nature will not expire
He's fallen again my dear old dad
But he's still hanging in there kinda sad
Thinks he strong
Turns out wrong
Happy to say Pops again was fully clad
Long long ago in the days of yore
Lived a gorgeous filly, made young studs roar
Was scantily clad
Delighting each lad
Also makes this old duffer writhe on the floor
This waning season
renouncing its joys clad in
saffron of a monk
19.3.2021
Lets get Creative
Ships Which Were Iron Clad
Could find ships which were iron clad;
That we did discover part of a new fad;
For protection,
Section by section;
Assigned to after I became young lad.
Jim Horn
Sadly, as before
we support the Terrorist State
not the oppressed
not the child on roller skates
we support the Zionist hate
snipers shooting freedom
daily
every fatality
a testament
to the crime
Long long ago in the days of yore
Lived a gorgeous filly, made the young studs roar
Was scantily clad
Delighting each lad
Just writing about her makes me writhe on the floor
© Jack Ellison 2015
Bound as one
apart together
Enless circles
Clad in gold.
Shadows dance
Until the dawn
Yet dreams are silent
Never told.
Fleshs fuse
embers burn
deep inside
souls in turn
yearn
to reach out
never heard.
Crying deep
Too deep to see
the tearing tears
Inside of me.
Falling swirling
Golden chips.
Coppers bared
yet remains
unseen.
White robe covered the earth,
all were dressed up in white
Protected by God's mercy,
they seemed happy like a bride in the wedding day
Calm, bliss and serenity filled the air,
there was mersmerising peace around
As men worked with shovels in hand,
nature heaved a sigh of relief.
Clothed in warm blanket of white,
nature thanked God for much needed respite.
Whirling flakes of fantasy softly tango,
cheek to cheek, or modestly waltzing strangers.
Blizzard whiteout buffaloes moon and starlight,
cloaking the lovers.
Frozen fountain, brazenly fetching, catching
coins of ice, those stupefied flattened pennies.
Queen of snow and fairies do bluster shavings.
Breathless the statue.
Snowmen slurry tottering, wayward listing.
Melting, baring, chattering cherub crystals.
Water flowing merrily whistles sport at
winter’s undressing.