Short Frisk Poems

Each day, through meditation,
I thoroughly frisk my mind's un-swept passageways,
Gleaning for that one beneficial thought
That God has placed there....

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Trump Is Like Fat Trees

Trump sure seems to be like fat trees,
Growing on you blowing in the breeze,
And  will frisk;
Away us whisk;
He always will go on spending sprees.

Jim Horn...

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ignore the wet cookie of Cardi B 
but frisk Dr. Seuss strolling down mulberry street

burning of books is beyond bad
a Nazi night of broken glass
it's a simple matter of freedom of Sneetch...

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Frisk for a drive


Slumber naked dreams  in my vacant mind

To rouse them  muse I hope to find! 





14th November 2016
~For Crystalline poem Contest~
~Sponsored by Rick Parise~...

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The wave, a distant statement
“trust me, I come in peace”

The handshake, firm and strong
held just a bit too long

the hug, a gentle frisk
to minimize the risk

to those who must decide
to double down or let it ride


John G. Lawless
©11/14/2021...

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Amber alerts light up my phone;
tornado warnings jar the mind.
But lately from a source unknown:
a notice of another kind.

There's grave concern for potted meat;
I wonder if they'll stop and frisk.
It really has me curious:
what's up with spam, and what's the risk?...

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friend front
 fond face facemask
facial flowers feathers food fingers
frisk frock foreplay

foreskin forsake forgive futtock
folks fork frank
flak flack funk

i am kind of happy now
my brain fog from reading all those 38 poems
has cleared i can think again
fine free freedom fellas...

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If the sun is up too early,
I’d push it way back down
And when it runs away too fast:
To the moon, I’d lash it down,
So night was day and day were night
And forever in sunlight frisk.
Until the sole thing left to do
Is in eternal light beams,
reach to that golden disc....

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Take me in your arms 
Whisk me frisk me now
Make my hair stand 
I’m at your command 

Falling for romantic hand
Soaring euphoria high
Orchestra of moving band
Surround sound tip toe 

In the grove with every move
You play with me so smooth 
Pleasure zone to the bone 
I put you on pedestal throne...

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Frisk and Whisk

We always refuse to take any risk
And have a policy of frisk and whisk
Away quickly to jail
Will do without fail;
Rained outside and wind blew brisk.

They were hung over and just
wanted to spend a night over
in jail out of the harsh weather
and will end up getting over
themselves.

Jim Horn...

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My spiritual umber a-rose
Full in bloom, as in an erupt!
There was the a sweet scent of flora
Too… the frisk, of spring feeling fauna”
I viewed through that verdant screen
From my bough brushed tranquil dene
As all on the Easter time 
golden daffodils silent bell  ringing did,
in innocent pantomime."

© Joe Maverick 3/3/2013...

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I blow through your hair,
My essence is air
I travel along
Thousand miles strong.

Shifting through the woods,
And trapped in the hoods
I whirl and whisk
Sometimes I frisk.

Brutal or gentle,
Often temperamental
I move and remove
Don’t need you to approve.

My only reason
To follow the season
Exercising my freedom
At random....

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Corkscrews in the jugular
and wine sat there in front
of you,
cheese and pickle on the sofa
so far and it's so good.

But then the morning comes
to frisk you
and empty glasses all around you
when they find the blood
it won't look good for you.

Make excuses 
leave the party,
if you must then leave
without me
I'll see you across
the other side
tomorrow....

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You sometimes remember but then forget,
that high fever causes your cheeks to flush;
The softest parts inside remain at risk,
pure happiness is a dangerous bet;
In the midst of that adrenaline rush
now you’re believing that it can exist;
So close to the accord that you deserve 
careful that white flag is not an ambush; 
Held prisoner subjected to a frisk; 
To find someone not thrown off by a curve?
                   Hard pressed....

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May become like them;
Not agree with behavior;
Recommend they change.

Jim Horn

So which one are you anyway?

We started out with pace which was brisk,
And had taken chance then we would risk;
Did compare,
All there;
What we found when a person did frisk.

Jim Horn

Searched for Sharpest Tools

Had searched for sharpest tools in shed,
And what was found everyone did dread;
Low IQ;
Always knew;
Dullness could be detected on each head.

Trump supporters.

Jim Horn...

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Shadow trails in liquid delight,
Meltdown slips over defined lifts,	
Legs toss and ferment the nude rifts,
Eyes tackling passion dreams tonight:

Persuasion in check toes the line,   
Frisk beauty with unsung vibes, 
Silent pleasure leashes tides,
Tuned in pure fornicated bytes:

Hold her configured in ransom,
Slay the protruding globes pair, 
Touch and covet misty bushes,
Wet play the twin uncovered lips.

Run the tongue crush and tap the node;
And delve into unknown desire....

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