Short Handing Out Poems
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Ladies and gents, will introduce myself
I'm Jacko the clown, a right happy old elf
Handing out goodies
Some happy time cookies
Helping you forget your lack of great wealth
Ladies and gents, allow me to introduce myself
I'm Jacko the clown, a right happy old elf
Handing out goodies
Happy time cookies
Helping you forget your woes and lack of wealth
Ladies and gents, allow me to introduce myself
I'm Jacko the clown, a right happy old elf
Handing out goodies
Happy time cookies
Helping you forget your woes and lack of wealth
Gathering around the Christmas tree
expectations light up faces
mom and dad sitting close by
love and laughter rising
names on presents seen
handing out gifts
what is it
for me
yes ...
The shadow mourning for the moon
In luminous sprays of faint waves
Hands to the decks
Sails out to the seas
loneliness forgives me
Handing out his winds to tilt my ship
Loving caressing unfolding thee
Voices in me flaming head,
wont shut up, who is Fred?
pull yer head in bloody nong,
no i don't need a sarong,
go to bed.
schitzo phrenia...was it mate, {that Andrea Dietrich got me?)
volume blows the ear wax late,
get a grip below the ears,
choking now as blackness nears,
Charon handing out the beers,
unholy is me fate???
thanks Andrea...
Don Johnson 4-aug-11
Someone said hello today
She had the warmest smile
And kindest heart
She was handing out hellos
As if bouquets of pretty flowers
Free just like that
A warm sincere hello
So beautiful untethered
Had me wondering
If she wasn’t just
An angel in disguise
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 14, 2019 for contest HELLO sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
PS featured in 2022
The parade came to town
With plenty of clowns
The marching drums and playing flutes
Decorated floats and cars that hoot
By-standers staying warm
Watching the parade go down the street
While clowns are handing out treats
which all the kids think is neat
At the end of the parade
Comes a float that everyone wants to see
Can you imagine who that might be
It is Santa in his sleigh
Saying Christmas is on it's way.
I'm thinking about pumpkin seeds today.
How they survive the deep-deep freeze.
I think about them treading cautiously.
Beneath the pond's pretty white veil of death.
Is it endless suffering waiting for the first fleck of spring?
I really should be thinking of the homeless instead.
Handing out warm blankets, a warm gaze, a warm drink.
Shielding them from God's blue fingertips.
But instead, I can think only of pumpkin seeds.
I am Polly the metermaid
who enjoys inflicting pain.
handing out tickets is my gain,
as I rush around in my golf cart,
trying to be quick as a speeding dart,
if the parked car is beyond its time,
I am in my glory and feel so fine,
sticking the ticket up front in view,
warning others as an important cue,
don't mess with Polly and City Hall,
remember to pay your fine or bawl,
crying in the city jail is not fun,
as I continue making my hit and run.
The sign grabbed my attention;
It was bold as it could get.
The question that it asked was,
“Have you had your breakfast yet?”
Some volunteers were handing out
Free yogurts on the street.
I’m sure, to some, this would appear
To be a tempting treat.
But many people shook their heads,
Despite it being free;
Among those who refused the offer,
One of them was me.
I hadn’t had my breakfast yet
But there was no debating,
For I was headed home and knew
My bagel was there waiting.
Remedies
If I ever discover the essence of happiness
I am going to bottle it
just like a Bach flower remedy
happiness in little brown bottles with yellow labels
Then I’ll stand on street corners
handing out free samples
People would take it home
pouring it into an incense burner
and the fragrance of happiness
will fill their homes
they will be reminded of it forever
If I could do the same with sleep
it would be great
I could do with some sleep right now
I guess to claim you love unconditionally means you would never tweet that you only sat beside FAT
american women while traveling?
Or asking women for pictures and making sure they do not require t shirts to make love?
WOW sounds unconditional both those types of comments doesn't it?
Or handing out diets to every woman who is overweight?
Very unconditional!!!
too much for me to handle all that unconditional love...
Not to mention, is this outside of Gods conditions?
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