Short Cloven Hoof Poems

Mortal  coil to shuffle off,
up to the lord, almighty God,
have that bridge, sometime to cross,
ankle deep in mortal dross,
never mind the bloody cost,
till the veil do part,  we plod,
on cloven hoof , unshod,
lonesome n the lost...

Don Johnson

thanks Carolyn

love it mate canters through the gate,
like a straight left to the head,
we seem to suffer here ol mate,
till the lord does strike us dead....

bit of a hell planet this one methinks....Don...

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The cloven hoof prints
Should have been read 
Way before I signed
My contract with the dead.

My lawyer did not see
And nor did I
The fine printed sign
Of an evil lie.

Alive yet livid
Living in a haze
Of smoky pubs stoking
My booze fueled daze.

Singling out women
Of a tender nature
To take a hell ride
And feed the creature.

I pray I’m asleep
Spring, summer, fall
When the beast makes 
His final withdrawal. 	

I should’a read the signs.




26 April, 2016....

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