Short Fed Poems
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MY TOM CAT TOM
My Tom Cat Tom
Now sings the 33rd Psalm
For although curiosity kills the cat
T’was the Fed-Ex truck that squished Tom flat
There once was a man named Ted,
That wished to see the crocs fed.
They lined on the shore,
Appetites galore-
Too late to feed ducks, instead!
Congress claims Donald Trump is psychotic
Yet we all must remain patriotic
To work everyday
Without any pay
Makes my landlord and grocer neurotic!
I'm tired of
the preening
the posturing
the posing
I'm fed up with
the pretending
the petulance
the pessimism
Time for a new mirror
~ or perhaps a new me
I laid a garland at her head
Of knotted words
Left unsaid.
Rusted flowers
In a bed
Of memories
All but dead.
Eyes red
Heart bled
Courage fled
But no tears shed
...But no tears shed...
Cat wants fed
I’m busy
Meowing begins
Sorry I think
Meowing louder than ever
More insistent, persistent, annoying
My ears start to hurt. I grit my teeth.
I can no longer take it.
Cat ten
Me zero
Hillary Bull Never Fed
Probably for millennials.
Are you one?
What a wonderful life Hillary led;
No bull anyone has she ever fed;
Enjoys living;
Always giving;
Nightly to God prayers she said.
Jim Horn
Fed Up With My Poems
You either are a beautiful girl or a brilliant boy
Who I hope all of my poems thoroughly enjoy,
And again and again have heard it often said
Up with all of my pathetic poems they are fed.
Jim Horn
Imaginative stories read
by Mom to fill a small girl’s head!
She planted seeds by fancy fed
which later bloomed in me.
I've since been reaping in their stead
sweet joy in poetry!
For Dr. Ram Metha's Contest:
"Rime Couee"
All Fed Up
Am truly fed up,
With all of this Meals On Wheels stuff;
Sad and pathetic.
How many more people is Trump
going to take advantage of until
enough is enough.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Have I made a difference?
Have I swayed a mind?
Have I showed desire?
In truth have I been kind?
When life goes on without me
Will my name still be said?
Or will I just die unnoticed
With meaningful words I've fed?
I can't take it anymore
it's dead and gone and it's for sure
I'm done with it, this is the end
there's nothing left here to pretend
please take it away from me
because I don't really agree
The truth is I'm fed up with it
so leave it all and let me sleep
Form:
We are spoon-fed by touch divine,
transmuting body-mind,
orchestrated by God’s design,
for those with love aligned.
As such, without excuse,
it’s up to us to choose,
the flavour of our muse.
By bliss beats led ~
We are spoon-fed
Fed Up With Trump
Up with Trump we are finally fed;
Up wide creek is where it all led;
Brain depleted;
Have deleted;
Trump is nocturnal and wet in bed.
Can't imagine a chick in bed with
him and getting wet all over. Here
we have to go all over again.
Jim Horn
Guilty As Sin
With A Wide Tooth Grin
Absolutely No Shame
Gonna Do It All Over Again
Lost In Space
Blank Look On Her Face
No Way To Come Down
Hoping To Be Finally Found
Hole In The Head
Face Is All Red
Dancing All Night Along With The Dead
Her Insatiable Hunger Finally Fed
Form:
Miraculously God fed me
miraculously miraculously.
fed me manna from heaven
as I was wondering and wandering
in my Wilderness
his history is nature fully fed us
from heaven as I was wondering
Miraculously
Manna
2/11/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
Limerick: Once a delicious hen fed on rice-sticks
for Delysia Hendricks, with many, many thanks
Once a delicious hen fed on rice-sticks
Loved gorging herself on limericks
She pecked on a sweet line
It turned all alkaline
Now chicken’s served with acid on bricks.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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Busy busy day
No time to stop~pray
Internal strong light
Diminishing out
Candle going now
If only prayed
A few seconds
Feeding candle
Holy Spirit
No prayer
Candle flame
Now flickers
Small test
Lights out
Sad
In honor of Paula Swanson's
contest: "By Candle Light"
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they call it our independence
we were never dependent
they'll rape our only mothers
make us repent it
they'll sell our land
and bomb us when we tent on it
they'll condemn our freedom
after forcing us to shoot for it
morals are futile to the fed
to the hungry
well,
different story
—Tony O'manachain
Today am piss
Nothing is a bliss
Everything I try is like taking a risk
I think, I could do
With a hug and a French kiss
But all I get is dismiss
Maybe I should try writing a list
All about the things I truly miss
This day is turning into a crisis
I need to resist
I know, I should persist
But God, I could do with an exit.
You cannot take the country out of a corn-fed Iowa girl
You cannot pull the straw out of her teeth
You cannot take the “yahs” and replace them with “yeses”.
You can try to pull her off the tractor, but she will not come easy.
You can try to get her to stop eating fresh sweet corn
But I would not give you a nickel for your life afterwards.
many more lies said
laid with women while in bed
more bull us has fed
was kind and thoughtful
a natural born nice guy
you would want to meet
Lincoln supported
by many he never knew
who would need much help
another rumor
Trump has been put to get us
many more sickos
death and destruction
buildings torn to pieces
losses and chaos
Strangers to God,
They were,
They gathered by Blue Galilee,
To listen with joy,
The words from the lips,
Of Jesus who sat by the sea,
He gave the weary rest,
He fed the hungry souls,
By the waters of Blue Galilee.
Their spirits were renewed,
They were charged with Godliness,
Their lives changed,
They were inflated,
With the power to win the world.
Poor Julius Fred,
No longer anxious to wed;
A celebratory life once led,
Now, a mixer with the ill-bred,
His eyes, a darker red!
Home goes back to the queerest bed:
Stopper of good use of the best head;
A drift to fatal coma he’d dread,
His life’s yoke heavier than lead.
From his table vanished, the true bread.
And from his memory, the times he truly fed.
pick up this
go get that
have a seat there
come over here
fill out that
fill this up
bring that back
put that down
give me those
grab them
take this here
pass it down
hand me that
reach up high
stoop down low
bend your knees
use your back
hold on to this
WAIT!!!! JUST A DOG GONE MINUTE
I DON"T WANT TO SEEM TO BE MEAN
BUT I AM A MAN !!!
not a dam,n machine