Short Greeters Poems

Doubling Cape Horn is live or die.
Waves as high as thirty meters
Mean as a Zulu’s assegai
Well known down there as hell greeters
We be seamen every last one
For us passage is good as done...

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Wal-Mart has removed its door greeters,
Replacing them with purchase eyes
Grabbing receipts at exits
Waving them like white flags
Yes, they paid! They paid! 
You may pass; thanks!
Do the dance,
Pappy,
lol!...

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Porgie George, Little Jack Horner
Kissed a girl off in a corner
They were all thumbs and made her cry
Offed in prison, absent mourners.

Peter Piper, Peter Peter
Killed a girl and tried to eat her.
The cops dispatched each with a shell;
They help Charon, Limbo’s greeters.
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L-et's say hello to everyone, 
A-nybody we meet anytime; 
N-ever will it be difficult, 
I-nstead it's easy and sublime.

D-ay twenty-fifth November, say hello to the well-wishers; 
E-arly greeters are smiling because each one remembers.

A-llow the day to start, 
S-hining with morning glory; 
I-t's hard to say good-bye, 
S-aying hello is so easy....

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Biscuit Eaters
Not in control
Lemonade greeters
Potato beaters
Mushmouth man
And Toothless Tim
Shady Samuel
Jolly Ben 
As the plates would have it
The  Fried Chicken and string beans are all surrounded
Confound it
Should have had maybe
More onions in the gravy
Come and get it y'all

9/6/19
Words written by James Edward Lee Sr.  2019...

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Mini malls copper distortion
Forgotten parking lot meters
Store front greeters grimace
The straight narrow beaks to blend
Except when starlight offends wanton monkey binge

Give me bling to amend my shine
Never resigned but to revv up these hips
And feature the status rings of neighboring chinks
Chaste you never bought my fool

I was still scrubbing service
With the Lafayette oyster muddle
While we huddled from our body heat
Blocking out the mutual perception...

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By the turquoise sea waters
lovely blossoms arise from their bulbs; 
salute the mountains of their land
and wave at me, as breezes blow.

The azure sky o’er mountains gleams
full of cotton fluffed clouds;
bluebells ring songs to waves that 
carry them to sailor’s lonely ears.

Would that mermaids had their legs,
these flowers they would pick and wear;
while singing out their siren songs.
to passing ships in early evening light.
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