Short Holes Poems
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they love to play
on a hot day
this i can say
its a treat
to play the water beat
they reload
KIDS AND STREET
WATER HOLES
its there home
in and alone
when its cold
some have a soup bold
its there gold
look for this and that
its
HOLES AND RATS
I take my shoes off
and roam only in my socks.
All my socks have holes.
The Stars.
They are like holes in the deep of darkness,
Through which our little hope escapes,
The hope that helps us survive...
In a world full of irony.
Those little holes in Cheerios
boast a flavor all their own,
distinctly Iowan, distinctly unique,
Nothingness here is not outshone,
in nourishment or things antique.
Could you be serious for one minute? She asked.
Like the Dog Star? I quipped.
Radiant I glowed, and in the moment, basked;
Inexplicably, the next, I tripped.
as a kid yes we did
with the music beat
it was a treat
hot to trot
it ws near a parking lot
to kept cool
we did't shot pool
to wet our toes
it
STREET WATER HOLES
Precision incisions put holes in our ears
our noses, our foreheads and tongues
As for me, I had enough holes in my head
to last me a lifetime when I was but young
I am one
with these streets
suffering
the climatic woes
chaos throws
the freeze thaw
freeze thaw
ebb or flow
I can't do both
holes
I'm falling in
where's my
Ibuprofen
Well, well, well, the story of three holes
Get it... wells... water... hold your nose
Corn on the cob
No, corn is my job
D'ya think I'm losing it, well bless my soul
Well, well, well, the story of three holes
Get it... wells... water... hold your nose
Corn on the cob
No, corn is my job
D'ya think I'm losing it, well bless my soul
I hit potholes, and my lips lose control
shape-shifting into a hotheaded troll
But when roads are silky smooth
I downshift back into cool
Potholes are the cause of Tourette Syndrome
a hole in the roof means you'll see clouds
a hole in the plane means you're going down
but if you're just a hoe
mud seeps into the soul
you'll munch weeds and make rows of green chow
If you've a hole in the roof, you'll see clouds
A hole in your plane, you'll be kissing ground
but if your panties have holes
sensitive bits may just show
and you'll be working the wrong side of town
Foxes have holes and birds have nests for bed
but Jesus had nowhere to lay his head.
It is he who calls us
to leave all without fuss
as we follow in the Way that he led.
Luke 9.57-62
Well, well, well, the story of three holes
Get it... wells... water... hold your nose
Corn on the cob
No, corn is my job
D'ya think I'm losing it, well bless my soul
© Jack Ellison 2015
Holes in the wall adorn my boredom
Rotten cigarette ends
mock the
burnt-out-end-of-day, my
I'm so glad I'm taking this class with you,
she says
warm-toed
and un-empty.
She will never know how to plug it in.
Take a
Trip to
The holes
In heaven
War without
A war to win
But these
Spaces between
It’s rapidly
Out laying lines
A magnamonious
Expansion
Left places
Between
Hollows
In heaven
Strangeness
Contained
In a coin
*Astronomy* - Pleiades
At our galactic core
A massive monster force
Alien black hole spins
Absorbs light - no escape -
All laws of nature cease
Astral stars held in space -
As relativity*
10-6-20
Contest: Pleiades
Sponsor: Joseph May
lie’s carry away
calm before storm messengers
ocean fronts to desert
I have paint stains on my blue shirt
my jeans have holes in both knees
I look like I am homeless
said the old man into the breeze
the breeze gave a hearty laugh
you’re right in style, honey
Let me show you a fashion graph
knee hole jeans cost real money
spaces darkened lair
a speeding star caught
devastation done
black unseen pull
destructive and creative
super strong lock force
gravity warped hard
million solar mass meld
light imprisoned cell
space black cauldron
vortex whirling end
singularity
Loophole is either an ambiguity or
inadequacy in the law or a set of
rules.
Each hole in clothes did have big loop,
Which we heard from the latest scoop,
That was shred,
By Trump in bed
With women he did pea on and poop.
Another great golden shower.
Jim Horn
Four walls, four corners
of a window frame,
provide a sense of home,
a base from which to travel
into worlds unknown,
past dark matter and black holes
incarcerating light.
I peer into a starry night
where galaxies fill countless points,
and suns escape my sight.
Holes, everywhere I feel holes, –
And every time I see the ones I love
I feel a hole where
potential lies
Here, put your finger in this hole,
Block it with your company, see.
Never fully expressed, the potential holds
Back for a time, but
At night when I remember you,
Potential is my dream.