Short Grabbers Poems

They purr in your ear
also enjoy being loved
attention grabbers.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.11/2015...

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An empty studio:
the man of the passionate handwriting
belts his dog

come my glory, my plebeian bride
hamster bagels

glitter indeed:
meticulously chosen bbq charcoals
as whimsical jewellery

“I’m so on fire and hear the wind”

Your grabbers, call them back 
let me   su.su

“No, don’t touch me now,
let me talk”...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.

They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?

They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.

They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.

Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?...

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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.

They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.

Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?...

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