Short Crates Poems

old Betsy ross once fashioned a flag
from freedom's blood -n- crates of tea bags
the radical right snatched its meaning
the radical left branded it demeaning
now Betsy has stars stuffed up her a ss...

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Recycle
Everything
Cans
Yams
Crates
Letters
Everything

Because every time you recycle
Life starts another cycle
The flowers will spring up
The landfills will disappear
And Earth can remain beautiful...

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I’m marooned on this desert island
with just one beautiful woman:
sandy beaches, blue sky, sun,
more food than we can eat,
crates of washed-up beer.
Just thought I would 
write this note
and gloat.
Help!!!...

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Feeders

Drinkers

Perches

Beds and nests

Crates

Lighting system

Waste disposal system

Incubator

Heaters and brooders

Egg trays

Cages and coops

Constant chat

We were burning
When they were busy laughing, mocking!
...

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Now a discontinued product stands facing the past 
All stores confirmed sold out shelves empty with dust

Sole manufacturer known though sent again attempt
To find the same disarranged preempts

Closed category contained in crates that last
Of parts and pieces properly placed a must...

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trying not to frighten myself I slowly open my eyes
peering through tunnels waiting for light
day into night night into day
shopping bags in the kitchen dishes in the sink
books balancing on milk crates
words fly off the page like pigeons and settle far away
ghosts of a different life...

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Basketball creator: James Naismith

Designed the game first used a round football
Late 1891 also used two peach crates
Teaching at the YMCA Training School in Springfield, Massachusetts
Kansas Jayhawks' athletic director and coach
Originator of America's beloved national pastime
 Basketball creator: James Naismith

3/26/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©...

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Knowledge crates the insight of wisdom
Without it words are only empty sounds
Wisdom creates wit and wit remembers
Humor is created by using wit intelligently

To know is kept in memory by wit in mind
Sense is common unless you have a lack of sense
Judgment is judged by wisdom and wit
With all this in common then know you’re wise

Otherwise this makes no sense...

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Time goes on in your eyes
it seems to me
my hopes walks in your dreams
my snow is melting on you
while my other half as it freezes

why staying away
I don't know,my loved one
I touched fire burns
I can't say,what I've had
desolation stays back

there is,of course,hidden
old crates staying
I put into it whereas
I can't remember why
pushing in my heart
now my memories...

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I’d crack rotten “yolks” about eggheads driving old crates!

 
Poem written and submitted to Poetry Soup : 28th August 2020

Contest : If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero

Sponsor : JCB BURL


NB
The components of this wry pun-laden entry relate to eggs and things associated with them.
Crack, rotten, eggheads, crates.
A crate can be a car in poor condition.
Yolks ~ pun on jokes....

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Whinny and Spit

 
When a man’s young,
the work’s hard
but it pays well
and he can feed
the wife and kids.
 
Mornings he throws 
crates off trucks,
and after lunch he
throws crates again.
But as he grows older,

and some say
ready to retire,
he stops
in mid-afternoon,
mounts his throne 

of skids, lets
his legs drip
over the side,
tosses his head,
whinnies and spits.


Donal Mahoney...

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COPLA 95 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

Tyrannosaur State eats rebel states
Even if its peoples’ stomachs ache :
Pollute pumped gas

Some toddler states like to lie in crates
Full of Tyrannosaur shells and cake :
Jiving to jazz

Others congregate to make war
On tyrannosaurs decrepit :
Born ennemies

While our mighty Tyrannosaur
Falls all by itself into cesspit :
Making babies

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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Everybody helped build the communal treehouse
Badger, fox, bunny, chipmunk, squirrel, owl and mouse.
In the end we served molasses, honey and jam on bread.
Can I join you up there? Asked a hen named Little Red.

We knew she was picked on by her lazy roommates.
So we said “why not” and she brought along some crates.
We now had pecans, dumplings, tootsie rolls and fresh sirloin.
We were certainly glad now that we had allowed her to join....

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They
             sat on the
          back porch, in
      crates, destined for
    market.  Grandmother
  carefully hand-washed &
 dried each egg.  When she
had  tallied  several  dozen,  
they were taken to the store 
in  town, which also passed 
as gas station & post office.
 For her, it was a bit more
   than a  trip to sell eggs;
    it was a time to visit,
      gossip & perhaps 
         choose a new
              broom....

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The Watch
by Michael R. Burch

Moonlight spills
down vacant sills,
illuminates an empty bed.
 
Dreams lie in crates.
One hand creates
wan silver circles, left unread
 
by its companion—unmoved now
by anything that lies ahead.
 
I watch the minutes
test the limits
of ornamental movement here,
 
where once another
hand would hover.
Each circuit—incomplete. So dear,
 
so precious, so precise, the touch
of hands that wait, yet ask so much....

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Cinders spark and crack,
and flames wriggle like snakes,
fleeing a pit of roast-en ash,
through wooden crates and molten wheel,
gasoline explodes and hells release,
of red hot smut, engulfs with blackest soot,
tectonic shift within the flame, 
brings blazing, tower crashing down,
impacting like King Kong,
as tragic as the greatest wrong,
scattered silhouettes of folk,
scramble to and fro and dance and try,
to intervene and drown the primal scream....

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Devilish dervishes dancing diabolically delightfully,
Shaking their derrieres in frivolous frantic ferocity,
Heavy jack-o-lanterns join, thinking it will be fun.
Moon snaps a selfie to share with his friend the sun.

Witches watch from shadows, laughing themselves sick.
Forest is incredibly mystical tonight, totally black and thick.
Werewolves think they are invited, bring wolf spider dates.
This terrific Halloween night, many will be shoved over crates....

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Kiss of death awaits luscious lips
Motions of disgust with pale fingertips
What really matters, or does anything even matters at all
Lights of trust, devotion, and stability crumble and fall
No rules, life lines or battles for the unknown
Life is precious yet hard as a stone
Heavy hands with lifted fingers
Minds that think still pull triggers
Always looking for stacks & bigger figures
Barrels of love
Crates for snakes
Hungry desires
We give and we take...

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if i were an invisible hood
a flight to Washington is my mood
i'd sneak into Bill Gates
snatch his billion crates
and snoop on secrets hushed by rich brood


how he snores, bathes, and blows his short fuse
a fly i’ll be primed for TIME’s scoop news
my bank book will swell
interviews I’ll tell
if Bill’s guards won’t sniff my stinking booze 


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(( for Michael Falotico's "  A Fly on the Wall" Contest))...

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Rolling hills, verdant meadows
Acres lined in evergreens
Brightly coloured maples, flaunting 
Clad in yellows, reds, tangerines
Farmer's fields, neat and freshly-cut
Straw sheaves, twined and baled
Hardy mums, tall grasses, purple cabbages and kale
Cornstalks, and sturdy, weathered mats
Dress and welcome entrance ways
Pumpkins, gourds and sunflowers adorn
Stacked upon rustic wooden crates
The beauty of the season is upon us
Happy Fall Y'all!

September 22, 2020
@katladyt_...

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