Short Deals Poems
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Steals and Deals Which Aways Appeals
we have heard that steals
even fruit that off skin peals
which do make great deals
you know some don't grow
they think as before
you can kream more
by listen to a thought
just don't be bought
what they say is real
just
OLD I DEALS
this we all must do
or get them too
have skills
do the lords will
ke live fullfull
SET TALK WALK OVER A MEAL
come it with
IDEAL IDEALS IDEALS
Trump Deals Are All Bogus
No wonder we raised such a fuss
All Trump's deal are always bogus
Not only that he is corrupt
Many times has been bankrupt
And in the end screwed all of us.
Jim Horn
One promise
No deal breaking, seal cracking
Absolute YES to make this caress
Belief creeps through oily membranes
Chemical science, gene machinery to tissue pulsing
ALIVE in the sense blood has no dust
It insults the-
primitivism. Hypothermia, you
become cold-blooded.
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Fractured limbs.
How will you climb the
mound of questions ?
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Gray night.
Between black and white
the ashen moon.
Satish Verma
How I wish I could be like you.
You deal with my pain and your own without a care in the world.
Always with a smile on your face, you bring radiance to my day.
No matter what you say, I'll always love you.
Your secret's safe with me but lets start this day all over again.
So I met a man said he was the Devil
Said things would come to me from another level
First I did not believe
For I am hard to deceive
It did begin to unfold
Me, from rags to gold
Must watch what you ask
To maintain, is a task
But quickly it went away
That's why "Careful what you say"
POEM 16 REAL DEALS FOR YOU
WE ARE ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR SOME SPECIAL THING IN OUR LIFE FOR US.
THAT THING IS THE LOVE WE DON'T HAVE IN OUR LIFE SO WE FLY.
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE HER WONDERFUL LOVING FACE THAT IS EVRY SINGLE NIGHT.
I NEED HER IN MY LIFE FOR HER TO MAKE ME VERY HAPPY.
BY: MR.JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
AUTHOR
Pitcher deals.
Center snaps.
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.
Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises.
“It’s just a rough draft,”
he said with a laugh
but the joke is half epitaph.
I know I’ll regret it
this helping him edit
his thesis, this knife,
that will cut through my life.
Somehow, it’s become real
this part of the deal
where my dear Dr. Peter
will vamoose from our theater
where I’ve acted like I could go on
when I return next year, and he’s gone.
My mind it betrays
I want what you gave
In poems and notes
All the words that you wrote
Make foresight seem wasted
And conscience abated
For passion’s untamed
It will not be staved
Tangles and snares
I fight this great bear
The ignited flame
Creates a thick haze
That covers all doubt
And won’t let me out
I succumb to just feel
You win, now My deal...
Written- 10/26/2020
8. Bear Deals With Regret
I am sad that my limits taint those I live for,
But bet apples to oranges that God feels the same,
Though His power's unquestioned, Real Love matters more,
And the ultimate gift of His Grace covers blame.
Yes, I know this life's finite, still that is OK,
For I trust that His Wisdom will carry me through,
Though I've lots of ideas, they won't save the day,
With His guidance, I'm hoping at least to be True!
Skipping 'cross the village square
Smiling like the noonday sun
Maidens gather everywhere
Errands finished, workday done
Dresses billow in the breeze
Laughing eyes, flirtatious smiles
Skirts uplifted past their knees
Practicing their female wiles
Woke up with a grunt and moan
Glad was I the sun still shone
Got back on the cursed phone
Banker's business: contracts, loans
Timepiece now won't move at all
Maidens gone ~ my tears, they fall
~ Iambic Heptameter ~