Short Congest Poems

I'm tired of swapping secret stares
And silent touches, barely there.
Unspoken words congest the space
Where cryptic signals mark your face.

But then again, what would I change?
I've grown fond of our untold strange.
Your wandering hands have boundaries few
Your idle hands have work to do....

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Snuggling in the covers
Chilly hands and feet
Frisky cats playing in the cool air.
Highschool football team in the homecoming parade.

Pickup trucks pulling trailers with four wheelers and 
deer stands, congest the weekend byways.
What's that? Ping-Pow-Bang!! Oh! The rifles!
Look out, destructive pea eaters....

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Your acquisition congest the entire space
in the lane of such prosperity, alone you race
every powerful influence has your distinct trace
with such a charisma conducting so much grace.
Affluence alone cannot repel every calamity
it makes an empty mind close to insanity.
Exclude the great provider, all becomes vanity.
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God above loves righteousness; it is ADORED.
He sent his son to us because of his great LOVE
I am forever grateful to my living LORD.
Jesus died on the cross, arose and lives now, ABOVE.

© May 21, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Congest:
ONE SINGLE FOUR LINE END RHYME EITHER OF aaaa,abab,abba 
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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