Short Ing Poems
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"flicker ing flicker"
wait for the
dancing
candle
can
dance
if you
want
it to
but
...
..
.
Morning to give it’s ending
Ing....thing
Evening to bring
Evening to give it’s ending
Ing....thing
Morning to bring
There was a fine marm from Bushing
who bare bottomed, pushed into a cushion
while half asleep
her children in creep
and woke her with all of their shooshing!
Four pall bearers with a coffin were not,
in a cemetery able to find their spot.
They walked ‘round and around
all the cemetery ground,
so I’m certain they have lost the plot.
There was a commotion in the church pews
Town drunk had opened a bottle of booze
All the congregants stared
The town drunk wasn't scared
Belched and said, "Wait 'till I take off my shoes!"
I see it’s raining leaves,
The trees are getting bare;
A carpet on the ground.
I dose off in my chair,
And have the strangest dream:
Our cities swallowed whole,
The world submerged in leaves,
And nowhere left to go!
two tyburns
poet
show grit
no-hit
know it
The poet who can show grit won’t fall
prey like no-hit guys who know it all?
when he
any
plenty
many
When he writes anything, he’s “brain”ing;
many write plenty, just complaining.
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Death is not the end
To life it-self
Fore-
If God wasn't here
Then
Where dose' all of these
Great Miracle's
Keep coming from
------
Life is not an ending
Unto Death
Fore-
Death unto Life
Is just the beginning
GF
Frustration Nancy ?
sometimes babe it works a bit,
but sometimes things wont bloody fit,
banging slamming ramming it,
im in at last, says ole Tom tit... (Wren Bird)
wrong place wrong house wrong LADY
no not it!?! AAAAAAAARG
Don Johnson
Carbohydrates, caffeine and chocolate
Crave, create and crash
The season of darkness upon us
Time for a hundred yard dash
To the food mart
Fill up the cart
With stimulants and cheer
Same old story,
same solution
Just a different year
For My Step Baby Sister, Olayinka Bada
My loving bird, whom I call Ping
Your lovely wing,
Be sure to swing
When to God above we sing
Our adoration songs titled ‘Praise Ring,’
-------for to Him whom we plan to sing,
Heaven and earth, to his side, cling.
they don't speak at night conclusion animal not pretenders are lost
Always in fear
when he is near
Want to touch my soul
but were never in the same place
The emptiness inside could devour all that is or isn't
To
Not
Be
The missing piece
no place
in the complete
The fold between dimensions
The air beneath the sea
Simply
Never
Be
Me
Painting a picture
In-to words
Simple imagination.
With brush in hand
Broad stokes,vivid colors
Where does every-body go?
Such a joy
This thought!
A single brush stroke
For all.
Many brushes
It takes
And the taste
Of many colors
To paint
The complexities of life,,,
Sinful
minds bleeding-
profusely. Seek
a hysteroscope from
Above.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
0510-2012
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
Thing's that a loving father might say to
his ever loving teen or precious daughter!
-
******I am not a "ATM' for Christ Sake,
I am your father............
What a loving mother might say to her
ever loving teen or daughter,,,,,,,,
Ask your your father!
GF
i dont know
my color
i think
it's
yellow
sunshine
soft LED bulbs
some kinds but not
all daffodils
filling a room
with feelings
and good in
tent
but then
entering a
space a place
with weight
surely red
anger in
it's face
so i state
so it's known
before anything
don't try to break my
aura
Form:
I
The You that tells various organs to start, end, adjust secretions, and your lungs to do respiration while you sleep ... will easily join SPACE where it all is ( where it's at!)
II
You and I are "allowing" the universe a human experience; just as waves allows the entire ocean to experience & absorb individual waves
Stop me before i get go
ing
Hear the silence listen
ing
Words just letter
ing
Cant you see there mean
ing
What are you read
ing
Time is worth well pass
ing
Now just see me mess
ing
Sign can never sing
between something us
or has something came between us
Take a sw
ing
if you don' think
ing
i know of what i am do.......
Where's the point?
Why go on?
I've got no support,
to face the dawn.
The brought me lust,
the got me friends.
In them I did trust,
numbers to all the men.
They got me on the cover,
of every magazine.
Cindy Crawford, move over,
they were quite a team.
Those were the good times,
they were at their best.
Now at the age of 79,
their just two old sagging breasts!
:0)
Bounce.Bounce.And again.
Dribble.Pass.Jump.
And that satisying swish.
Clawing through the court,
Escaping clasping hands,
Run, faster than the wind.
And then, you jump.
See the sun grinning at you,
Until you descend down to earth.
Sky is the limit.
But this game elucidates,
That it really isn't.
There's more to the world than that.
Something that only this game,
Could teach me.
Ground zero?? Zero tolerance?? Carbon zero??
Zero vision?? A catchisam of the green-religion??
You don't need a passport.!! Not if you've been
Max-xed.! To stay in your country, district, flat!!
Or to enter.!! From wherever! Oh so strange?? In fact
On observation this seems most de-ranged.!!
Yet maybe however?? its just ( my theory? ) and
We will be assured upon a (building back better)
With a whole new history?)
wild fire spreads through the trees
they sway uncertainly
and drop their bright burdens lightly to the floor
my boots make crunchy colorful confetti and i frown
at the people quickly gathering up the flames
with their rakes, burning them
as if they couldn't get rid of the beauty fast enough
i breathe in the smoke and the crisp air
stuffing each lonely hand into empty pockets
head bowed, but with a slight smile
i think of you
and the wise owl said;
I’m looking at you, that is who
Don’t try to hide, I know you have lied
You try to pretend with that silly grin
but your head will spin when they take you in.
You’ll spend some time for the cheating crime
Stealing his pen name, cost him his fame
Identity thief stole all that he had left
Changing his works to meet your quirks
You quoted the raven and penned as a craven
Now that you did, Poe’s lore is nevermore