Short Cred Poems

Antoine Vollen realist
with breakfast piece did persist
A 'painters' painter it was said
a celebrity with srreet 'cred'...

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Giovanni Antonio Canal
of the famed  waterway mall
Canaletto,Venice born&bred
panoramas thereof enhanced his 'street cred'...

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B  orn again,from above
R  everes his one(&only) love
I  n  England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N  ovel verse...his 'street cred'...

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B  orn again,from above
R  everes his one(&only) love
I  n  England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N  ovel verse...his 'street cred'...

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B  orn again,from above
R  everes his one(&only) love
I  n  England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N  ovel verse...his 'street cred'...

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re-post inspired by both SO &Kims contest


B  orn again,from above
R  everes his one(&only) love
I  n  England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N  ovel verse...his 'street cred'...

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He said
See shed!
She said
Much cred!
He said
We’s pleased?
She said
Bee’s knees!
She said
We red?
He said
Cash dead
She said
Bonehead!
He left
Unsaid
Just smiled
Instead

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Purely imagined…...

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WHAT'S HE LIKE

B  orn again,from above
R  everes his one(&only) love
I  n  England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N  ovel verse...his 'street cred'

re-post inspired by Constance contest...

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Houses on parade
Guards to civilisation
A great divide between man and space
Escapism opposed to reality

Sentinels stand at either end of street
Neighbourhood watch
Dangerous tongues gossip
Prepare for another onslaught...

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Sometimes preconceptions
Hit the nail right on the head.
Reality gives suppositions
Double thumbs-up cred.

We tend to make predictions
When our feeling’s very strong
But the thing with preconceptions is
That half the time they’re wrong....

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Many visions in my head
Most resemble the walking dead
Wide awake lying in my bed
Evil thoughts must be fed
Scoring HIGH on my dark cred
To it I am wed
Scenes dripping a blood red
So many times I have said
I think I need some more of my med...

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A plastic owl stood guard upon
A city window ledge,
Most likely so a pigeon wouldn’t
Strut there on the edge.

But urban creatures aren’t fooled
By something clearly fake.
Their city cred, much more than where they land,
Is what’s at stake.

Though farmers may use scarecrows
So their crops will thus survive,
All the savvy city critters
Wouldn’t fall for all that jive....

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In case you weren’t feeling old
(A topic kind of weighty)
You might, as soon as you’ve been told
Today, Bob Dylan’s 80!

Our youthful idols cannot age
Unless we do in tandem
And lately, if they take the stage,
They face a senior fandom.

I’m glad that Bob’s still kicking,
Earning accolades and cred
Unlike those whose songs are sticking
Though they’re 50-plus years dead....

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My home on native land
I stole that from a T-shirt
Gotta give credit
Where credit is due 

Canada 'eh
Kanata
Iroquois for settlement or village
And here's where I slip in pillage
Pardon my digression
Subjugation segregation
And bad first impression

Gotta give credit where credit is due
I remember being proud of a beret in blue



2018.08.21

Composed for Brahn Bailey's
(your) Country 'tis of thee Poetry Contest...

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