Short Hang About Poems

i'm missing out ,
aint no doubt,
canna shout,
just sob:)

shut me gob,
hang about,
I aint no slob,
just pout,
an sob,

head throbs,
sex is out,
dangler robbed,
drat de drought,
shis-kabob...

love your poem Bi Devnath mate....

Don...

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Vagrant thoughts
Hang about the corners
Of my mind
Idly tormenting each other
Daring
At least one
To take hold
Take shape
Cast a shadow
On the unknown.

©4/19/2023

Writing Contest - 'V' Words Poetry Contest
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Lullaby IV

I wish, one time, to ride
across the years to you
upon the back of the coal black mare
whose hooves are indigo hue

once there I’ll hang about your neck
hold you fast to me;
make you swear on our true love
you’ll ne’er return to the sea....

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There is a site
just here,
yes, here. Somewhere.
I hover, dangle, hang about,
just here.
You can hold a mouse,
press it just here, or just here,
and you hear a click.
It may even squeak.
A mouse does so, so much.
Such a sight
on this site.
Sometimes it’s light
or often a fright.
But such a sight
on this site.
Oh, such a site!

(February 2022)...

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Never talk to strangers
I did it one day
I was just walking around
When this dude said hey
I didn't know who he was
But I responded in kind
Then he tagged along with me
Not that I would really mind
I took him to my friends
Then we started to hang out
Even when I wasn't there
He seemed to hang about
A goofy person he is
Although a friend is what he can be
No matter what happens
He's a best friend to me
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More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started, 
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet  
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets 
of isolated votes packed together.

Is It Poetry...

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Sea-Gull-chicken

 The two baby gulls II have been watching
 Have grown rapidly in the last few days
Today they are out flapping their wings
Not quite daring to fly.
Over the circle the mother gull. shrieks 
A warning, but it could also have said, fly
You little bastards I will not feed you more.
They hang about on the roof the world is
Such a big place.
Tottering back to their nest behind 
The chimney, perhaps tomorrow, I like
To be there when they fly....

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Hop on the bus
To go across town
To see my friend Gus
Cause he is so down

I know he just needed
To hang about
So that’s why I heeded
And took the guy out

After a drink
He started to smile
He turned a bright pink
And stared for awhile

It seemed a girl
Had caught his eye
He gave her a twirl
Then he started to cry

The tears of joy
Were there to stay
He was like a boy
Who wanted to play

Now he is married
And never is sad
You should get married
So you’ll be as glad...

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