Short Day Old Poems

I hate you so much
You smell like a dirty vag, 
Day old fish and all...

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holiness ensues
yesterday you're one with God ~  
newborn one day old...

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Memorial day
                              old soldiers
                              popping buttons...

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Lying on a truthful table;
  Clinging like three-day-old food 
To pots, 
Still scrubbing,
Oh, still scrubbing
Off debris --
You are to me,
  A lie wrapped up in honesty....

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FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS
misty beauty, white ravines
make mornings meaningful

Acacia arboretum hold fast
At the breaking before breakfast
The new day, old friends, egrets...

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Sledding times past
Linger into view
An adaptation,
A graduation,
Newness of goals foreseen,
"Two day old moon,
Tell of a journey's end,
Listen also if you May
I'll tell of odious ramblings..."...

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Lemon with smell of cheese and a sausage scented cake,
And the cheese which tastes like a three day old steak.
For such an exotics taste take my advice.
Just stop to wash a forks and spoons and knives!...

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How Are You Feeling? II

I feel purple.
As purple as a two day old bruise
As ominous as a purple thunderhead
As desolate as a starless purple sky
As out of sync 
As the unrhyming word itself
Purple!...

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On St. Patrick's Day, old boozehound Barney
Howls grand Gaelic airs at a pub in Killarney
Place a strong stout at his paw
And he'll howl Erin go braugh!
Yes, County Kerry folk are given to blarney!

3/17/23...

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A boy of 10 I only fished,

                     to bring one home for mother`s dish.

                     Became a man with drink and wished,

                     that getting tanked would catch me fish....

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How bright the morrow is
beaming with lights of hope.
The worries of today stay with today.
Tomorrow is new and fresh 
like a day old babe.
Glowing with glory
that set on wheels
the successes of the future....

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I'm dancing in the snow
And the cold it doesn't hit me
Never mind I'm barefoot now
And the madness doesn't clothe me.

I'm happy-- ain't that something?
And this season I'm feeling joy
Belief is a treasure I'm gifted this year
And hope a day old boy....

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Our sun 
has a quirky little attitude
it says keep your distance
and I'll keep mine 
I promise to keep you warm
but I'll trash that pretty blue eye
one day
our beloved sun will burn out
like a heroin dipped rock star,
or 
birthday candle ignored
the earth will grow cold 
as day old wax
and life will be no more...

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i like dogs
but not cats you see
they get on my nerves
'cause they're just too finikee

Dogs like to play
and cats like top sleep
It's not hard to decide
which one to keep

I like to hear
the bark of a dog
not the meow of a cat
I'd rather have
chew'd up furniture
than hairballs resembling 
a 3 day old dead rat!...

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Little Jimmy was a eight-teen-year-old wild teenager
He had a souped-up Dodge Dart and ate day old bagels
At the dark in the park he would race his Dodge Dart
Car went so fast it's sputtered sounds of flagellants-fart 
Baroom-zoom-zooms out here drag racing in out of danger


2/21/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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VNV RAP GROUP

At first I wondered
who are these old guys?

Inspiration then dawned
with the unyielding force
of a new day’s reality;
they are me!

I’ve gained no special options
apart from the others,
these fourth place winners,
of the Southeast Asian Team.

In their faces I see myself
as they sit wondering:
who are these old guys?...

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Banana bread a favorite treat
A great snack that's fun to eat
Now as a good time to eat it
An the batter just gotta lick
No one can resist the smell
A oven baking banana bread thrills

Banana bread hot from the oven
Resistance never start shove'n
Eat it hot or eat it cold
A treat fresh or a day old
Do all a favor mash bananas for a bread to savor...

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No! I ain't your ev'ry day old-fuddy-duddy
'Cause I know a dude who's my got-yer-back buddy...
Of course I don't NEED him (Please pardon my boast)
He's just extra butter on top of my toast...

You shall take a plunge 'ore the falls of Niagara
(After my appointment with Dr. Viagra)
With renewed vigor AGAIN it shall greet ya
(With a wee bit-a-help from Mr. Levitra)...

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I'm not your ev'ry day old fuddy-duddy
I know a dude who's my got-yer-back buddy...

And I'll send you for a plunge 'ore the falls of Niagra
(After my appointment with Dr. Viagra)

Of course I don't NEED it (I don't mean to boast)
It's just extra butter on top of my toast...

Then with renewed vigor AGAIN it shall greet-ya
(With a wee bit-a-help from Mr. Levitra)...

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Au Revoir, or see you later
She said, eager at the door
She never thought from that time on
She'd see her child, no more
Her smiling face
Her sparkling eyes
She never will forget
Just one more hug 
Just one last kiss
She'll live with the regret
A croissant and a coffee
A glass of wine or two
Good day old friend
How are you?
Their world then splits in two...

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Yes, my darling, she whispers real low,
tenderly egging him on in  the shadow
as on her ample and generous breasts
the lusty man greedily sucks and feasts.

Behind the door everything I overhear,
the sounds that the lovers make there;
blinded by wild rage the idiot barges in
and in a tryst I catch and startle them…

my unfaithful wife and our day-old baby boy!...

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Dating on the internet after the divorce, shopping in the EX-aisle.

There is more to having character than being one.

In Graffiti size does matter.

On awakening he walks the edges of consciousness seeking a cuppa coffee.

He sleeps uneasily, searching through “day old” dreams.

He crows loudly, an old rooster still ruffling feathers.



John G. Lawless
©4/27/2023...

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Up close, the dove is such a lovely sight,
her eyes down to her beak outlined 
by iridescent tinges of pale purple.

'Neath her wings, day-old chicks snuggle
like clumps of cottony clouds in summer
that has drifted too low in the nest.

Nearby, unseen, a snake coils motionless, 
fangs poised to strike. But caravans of ants
stream out of its rotting eye sockets!


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She escaped the night
on a wet soaked pillow.
Yesterday she wed,
and today her husband is dead.

Micheal was driving along the valley main road,
and his car crashed.
blood,
tears,
pain.


Missing hands,
Missing legs,
Micheal lies dead.
The beat in her womb barely one day old,
but the father is no more.

Alarmed
shock
distressed,
she wails over Micheal's death

©2013 Christine Phillips...

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We shared a breakfast late last night-

while sun was shining neath the moon.

Ate cornflakes off a cob held tight;

spread hotcakes with iced syrup strewn.

Made scrambled eggs- sunny side up-

cold catsup sizzling on the top-
 
Then poured fresh brew from day-old cup

made sweeter by sour lemon drop.


September 8, 2021

Contest: Nonsense Poetry
Sponsor: Charles Messina...

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