Short Curbed Poems

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   curbed are mine digits
every sinew uv mine thug
  from swaying hern soft...

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Furious George, angry adolescent
Whose fury was white-hot incandescent 
   He kept punching a cop
   Foolish kid wouldn't stop ~
The slammer's now curbed his effervescence...

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Ma Nature curbed my obsession.
Who could disturb her leaves under snow?

17 Nov 2014

in response to our sudden snowfall last Sunday night
I would have finished raking the yard on Monday....

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When I was single and living alone
Cereal curbed my tummy’s moans
Eating Cap'n Crunch
Breakfast, dinner, and lunch
Was a cooking hookey I honed!


10/4/11
Received 2nd place in "Cereal Limerick" contest...

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In restive response to the nature’s call,
in the disciplined dog-line they all fall.
         Not far is the place to pee,
         tree never seems to be free.
Leakage curbed canine bladders learn to stall. 
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"Perhaps" as the question and the answer?
Was the original or the echo uttered by a chancer
I think I always start the perhapsing
Though I found hearing it back rather taxing
Enthusiasm curbed 
Leaves me disturbed 
Pondering this perhaps is not very relaxing...

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Charmaine my love, so wonderful to again be apart of your world
Pretty sure I'm just one of the many that miss your lovely sweet words
If you stay, many will smile
Please stay for awhile
But understand if there are reasons for your visits you've curbed...

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voice is not clear net is disturbed 
                                   one way line so boy is perturbed 
                                   it's raining storming with thunder 
                                sees another baby so does a blunder 
                               for few seconds heart can't be curbed...

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Eleven! Quite a figure, 
It quakes my memory; spine's strength wanes... 
What saying makes this feeling? 
For this march, I dare? 
For this unwilling cold, I must savour! 

                                 II
Aura of love birth familyes
Excesses of spirits, curbed
Cadence that fills the mind 
Memories! Sanity? Aye! 
For eleven births an end....

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Wrinkle at the line
creams  for the age gap!
Holiday in France this year
 friends, friends fill an hour.

Or two. Home I say:
danced to nostalgia 
in boxes and mind  pills.
Then straight jacketed. 

Sweet as sultanas
The dreams curbed me in.
A beam houses in Ghent,
One you lived with me

wrinkles our deep lines
for filling water
gaps between here and there.
Yet you & I will see....

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This masterpiece a work of art, an affront to all my senses.
Tombstones of the dreams I've killed have built up my defenses.
Still further blurred the years I've learned to hate all we've become.
This world is curbed to round the heard the ignorant and dumb.
Though loving smiles cradle me through burnings of the ages.
And comfort warms so readily, yet still the war it rages.
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Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
All are frail and can swoon at any time.
Fairness could be a thoughtful chart design.
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
If choices are curbed, staying calm is fine.
With this resolve, you will face any grime.
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
All are frail and can swoon at any time.

Written: May 29, 2023...

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featherless birds
flying low fiery
wounds of heart
bleeding blue
why do we do 
what we do
forgotten dance of love
fading memories of
ecstatic unions
black water
stagnant
in the vast lake of love
eternal flow to the
ocean curbed
giggling of the new 
rain
undulations
erections of hopes again
summer is an old
book
they are raping
the dead
history is
a huge
lie 
the dead...

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~It was your birthday again today
  Since our final goodbye 
  They come around so quickly now
  The years flow by

~During the day l curbed my sadness 
  I didn’t want to cry
  Now as l lie in my bed alone
  Tears flow freely with sorrow l no longer deny

~Happy Birthday my sweet little mum
  Since you departed….life is not the same
  There is a huge empty space in my heart
  “Which has your name”…....

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Magic bus curbed pranksters' zeal when
Misty's train track trip went rotten
Psychedelic metal feelin'

Magic bus curbed pranksters' zeal when
Groovy sparks of steel soared reelin'
All 'twas left was yellow cotton

Magic bus curbed pranksters' zeal when
Misty's train track trip went rotten

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Written by Nancy Jones in the noonday heat of August 7, 2011
Inspired by Nette Onclaud and her contest, “In the Afterglow”...

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Children roam through the city
With cold hearts and no pity
Respect for others, there's none
A child with respect or pity, there's none

Don't let anyone permit them to be disturbed
Don't let any lack of respect or pity be curbed
They are all within the looking glass
They all think that what they have is class

And that which will soon pass
Will come and go  so fast
May it be Gods face they see
May Gods respect and pity it be


(c) TJC 1997...

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Carefully we planned for the big day 
Oblique qualms and doubts drove me away
Moody and thoughtless insensitivity
Maudlin thoughts curbed the festivity
Onerous thoughts like small transmitters
Now revealed my flutters and flitters
Ashamed, you admitted you had the jitters
Laughingly we both had learned
Intimacy shared is intimacy earned
Treasuring our love, our life unknown
You and I, together we’ve grown....

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