Short Creaming Poems

S creaming infant.
P iercing cry.
I nsistant, persistent.
T ry the soother.

T ie the ligature.
H old the syringe.
E nd the craving.

D on't you see?
U terine hits are
M issed by baby
M anaging cold turkey?
Y our little junkie.


09/04/16
Number 3 Silent 1...

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Sand ruffles beneath creaming tide
where seaweed bouquets softly glide;
searching for crabs, sandpipers prance 
in crystal pools where sunbeams dance.
Suspended somewhere outside time
this springtime taste of life sublime
stretched out upon the sandy shore
just watching cloud kites dip and soar.

Copyright, May 8, 2022...

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Want no mourning morrows
No running lakes by the falls
Want no laughing sorrow
No empty standing by the walls

Don't lock my door of morrows
Don't stretch your hands, where i can not touch

Don't shake your head, i'm no lost
Don't leave me on a lonely walk

I'm tears for rain to come
A drying flower for joy to come
I'm your dream to creaming dawn
A lonely child to a growing world...

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When the labels all out tuned to words
A seduction out fumes to poets
A creaming skim of out reach worlds
In witty writing as dove doth
A firm flight beyond the world's known
Yet gently glides in the sky of learned
The weathest of men are not those wit clone
Verily, on all things, words are bim
And the titles of time are all plead
a die now or a die later is but a die
The words i label, come not of high sea
But the ink that all eyes see...

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TOM’S TURKEY ANTICS

Tom Cunningham, cunning with his limericks.
Slick and sassy, a bit devilish too. If he were
Santa, his bag would be full of not toys but lists
of sensational poetics for adult boys and girls.

Tom’s turkey antics have him roasting Polly,
handcuffing Santa, whip-creaming Rudolph.
Oh the things this guy won’t pull on Christmas,
like pranking and impounding Santa’s sleigh.

Ho! Ho! ho! Humor is the game that Tom plays!

12/11/2019
Tribute to Tom Cunningham...

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You’re sure to get the meaning 
of, “Meaner than a junkyard dog”.
It makes you want to run, not jog;
to avoid a severe creaming.

If you dis your girl by screaming,
ranting, raving like a road hog.
You’re sure to get the meaning 
of, “Meaner than a junk yard dog”.

If toward lying you are leaning,
think twice, tell the true story.
You don’t want it to get gory.
Time is over for verbal preening.
You’re sure to get the meaning.  

© Jun 03 2010 For Jared’s contest “The Rondel”...

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