Short Closeup Poems

Her boobies hung outside the white lace cup.
Blending pineapple and whisky closeup.
Blender was not fully closed,
Everything inside exposed.
Woohoo, smoothie boobs to sit down to sup....

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"I'm breaking up,"
he said closeup
after I said sup

What are you
talking about too
You're makin' me blue

Just because you moved
doesn't mean we have to be removed
from love, unapproved

I still have love
we're like a hand and a glove
then a shove

made me think
made me sink
we never had specail link...

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Listen to poem:

Slow Motion
David J Walker

I have slowed the motion
Of old film from the past 

Watching frame by frame
The changes 
As they came 

The slight nuance of
The passing time in
Flickering light to
The silver screen 

And what I might have
never seen 
Even in a closeup at
Full speed

Was that me
In the eye of the
Projector?...

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Found in space
possible sighting
worthy of closeup

change of course
wonder on the horizon
a balanced theme

an event of sorts
natural or not
a peculiar thing

mayhaps instrumental
tis unfortunate
no contact

be it but a scene
a wallpaper 
our viewing point

seems war-like
set course for home
nothing here but shadows.
...

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Scares me,
this loop of haunting love;
What will it really be? 
Part black crow part white dove 
fire burns absolutely;

Brooding;
I need to say goodbye,
unwanted fears crowning;
Buried horrors are sly
on a slow drip weeping; 

Bad dreams,
toxic smoke wakes me up;
My mind goes to extremes
showing crazy closeup;
Unzipped disastrous themes....

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Somethings are meant to break
Some relationships are meant to fall apart
Turn to dust

This is a lost cause
You passed the line,
The one I call "the limit"

I want to walk away
But I have to see your face all day
It's not that I couldn't make it on my own
Running isn't as easy as known

I don't love you anymore
I tolerate you like a chore
You screwed it all up
There's not a drop of compassion, look closeup...

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Daily morning birds chirp to wake me up
Sometimes they form a singing group.
Through the sylvan windows with teacup,
I enjoy the early morning tranquility to warm up.
Some mysterious noise from the setup
I made for the baby squirrel, which was grownup.
Oh!I forgot it and started posting poems on poetry soup
It was hungry and so it nabbed my bread and ketchup
I watch the smiling flowers and dancing trees in closeup
Such a venerable day to startup...

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