Short Harlots Poems

Basement Joe and bunker Trump-harlots for the soul of America...

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glass windows conjoin
stars like harlots peep shameless
torn curtains give way

06 July 2021...

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Vending machines- harlots-slot machines.
I always put more into them, then what I received.
Vending machines -harlots- slot machines....

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The once was a man from Dunkirk.
The war came and he went berserk.
In the French battle field,
Local harlots did yield.
Escape came by fancy footwork.

© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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The other night I got 
down on my knees 
I looked up and said,
Please lord, please 

Take it all away:

The drugs 
The alcohol 
The harlots 

And before I could get back up 
God said, "Okay"...

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The harlot maples crimson tipped nails
tap, drum, strum, and plunk;
at Aprils blasted blue sky.
Raking a wind born trail 
across skeletal palms
and forearmed branches,
in a come-hither dance;
reawakening the cerulean stratus 
above the dense sugar maple forest.
Sap taps a tune into tin buckets;
and, so, Spring is sprung....

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Harlots on Harleys
Barbies on broomsticks
Midgets on widgets
Buddha on Broadway

Leaders in leotards
Players in playpens
Twinkies in Slinkies
Christ in Cabaret

Temptation of teddies
Tyranny of toupees
Ecstasy of ecstasy
Yahoo of Yahweh 

Widows with whiskey
Yoda with yen
Saviors with favors
Zeros with Zen...

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As youth I frequented harlots
and took dark substances
Paid a price for both!
But I have now found the craft of poetry 
to be most redeeming!  
Peace will come to you out there in the darkness
Only if you are willing to share your innermost feelings 
with that "nation within a nation"
The readers and writers of verse!...

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Ignored like morning stars
slinking-full in the belly
on the cusp of broken yards
Our yellow eyes woven together
(but not for very long).
Her litter will soon arrive
(balls o' furry fire),
playing golden harps
in the pine brush pile...
Raggedy-damp

bouncing hand to crumpled hand,
like winter harlots 
and bar money...
disappearing
one
by
one-...

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It’s curved arc
Speaks to me and remarks
Of twilight journeys lost and regained

Connecting intersections of choices, flesh- drained
From whispers by harlots and saints peeling my vein. 

As rubber skids along twisted bends
I pledge to make amends,
Where bridge ends




Carly Lalion
For nette onclaud's Trois Par Huit
13 May 2014...

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Run into open arms
Inviting secret charms
Race behind darkened doors
Harlots, rapists, worldly whores

Digress

Speak tones of love
Beautiful looking doves
Heavens gold is free and pure
Tempt me not just to be sure

Fly 

Wise to listen but even glisten
As a drop of water listen
On angels wings now glide
Free from earthly pride

Thou shalt not hide!...

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Slimy gloppy corn smut
Smeared on a tortilla
Tastes like a monkey's butt
Thank you, Pancho Villa.

Crows' hearts in chili sauce
Beer-battered crickets
Bad luck and double-cross
Ten dollar tickets.

Bar fight in El Dorado
Devil on the trail
Mule train in Colorado
Bandits of the rail.

Vampires and gunslingers
Snakes off the grill
Harlots, saloon keepers,
Ghosts of Boot Hill....

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She is an epitome of kindness,
a canopy on a rainy day;a well in arid land,
I wish to emulate her gracious benevolent,
Orphans are feed,harlots polished and widows smiled,
The homeless are housed and hopeless hopes were raised,
She illuminates and radiates love among ants and rodents,
such unique Homo sapiens!,Oh! mother nature `give us more`.




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haashi the harlot
has a faucet
she has water to drink
hashi got basins
and soap in her basin
 and clothes to wash away
her stink

but it could be better
spend some time together
and find the Harlots
a drab
towel off the soap
and twitch to cope
and fever sweatens
 the drab

it get's chilly
so don't act silly
get dressed and
prepare for event
Hashi The harlot
aint the average Harlot
she the kind
where your money's spent...

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Teenage boys smoke marijuana in their Backyard,
The Priests make the smoke from incense grace the churchyard.

Harlots woo their clients like lovers,
Preachers spread God’s word in street corners.

Cops battle gangsters and fraudsters,
Angels battle demons and monsters.

A Pastor is on the Pulpit serving God’s Meal,
A Rapper is on stage keeping it real.

The D.J  feels the club with Jive,
The Choir Hymns make the Temple come Alive....

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Don't take as song, what the media cackles.
They're just bull horned harlots for politicians. 
Who'd sell your marrow to the lowest bidder-
They lust for our division to maintain power.
For a people united is poison to them
(a cross in the face of a vampire).
Citizens united would mean term limits.
No more heavenly wage increases...
Their necks would be short leashed. 
Insider trading would all but cease....
but only in a good citizen's dream....

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The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn.
Tight stinking alleys
cobblestones and gin.
The condemned drink their fill,
none fear falling ill.
Harlots cackle and screech
the condemned grow horny.
The Hanging Tree accommodates
three at a time.
Six limbs a’ waving,
bladders and bowels voiding
- drink now to the dangling.
A canting debauchery
spends its copper penny.
Hungover Londoners swear
‘off the wagon,’
but look here comes another:
Pass the flagon!...

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They'll pray for a thug
a murderer and thief
a lost dog-a rare fish 
but never the police...
They'll pray for 
a two timing ho ho
a mad clown on death row
but you'll not hear a peep
when its comes to the po po.
They'll pray for a pedophile
and the criminally insane
but never to those that
walk the beat for our sake.
They'll pray for harlots and addicts
senatorial warlocks and congressional witches
but when it comes to the police
you'll hear only crickets- - -  - - -...

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I heard em laugh at me but yet I held my tongue
Like snakes they crawl not knowing where they're from

You can see it in their eyes I'm glad I left that place 
Demons in disguise an aweful evil race 

But now in yankton, I have found a piece of mind 
I thank my God that I barely see their kind

Harlots of the south screaming blasphemy 
Deception from their mouths the audacity 

Forget the saying "southern hospitality"
I know them all to well circumstantial abnormality!...

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