Short Johnnie Poems

Once so a man who likes running;
He's barefoot is fast and so cunning;
Was urgent sure not so quiet mountainair;
He couldn't say no to a marathon;
Runs Johnnie run

7/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2021...

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Little Johnnie was quite gross; he really was a minger
He picked a bogie from his nose; it sat upon his finger
He didn’t have a tissue and his finger was a mess
So he gave his sis a cuddle… and wiped it on her dress!

01~16~17...

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Jack
Primal, hungry, intense, aware
Son of Johnnie
Lover of Mitch, cannabis, and poppy
Who feels the wind, the land, the spirit
Who fears hollowness, weakness, and failure
Who would like to see justice, an awakening, and a renewal
Resident of the Ghost Fog
Lurhstaap...

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Belly up to the bar, boys
Let's have another round
And bid a fond farewell
To our old friend Johnnie Browne
 
Johnnie was a tootin' lad
With a heart o' gold
He'll be missed, you can bet
May God rest his soul
 
We'll leave his mug on the bar
Just in case some day
Johnnie wakes with a mighty thirst
And happens back  this way...

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Bright tides timberland her eyes...
His Davey Crocket, calling from high atop 
Time's ridge as she dancing with their wolves 
Wine of wild raspberries red dripping from her lips
Boy, searching for love's lost child ? Over it's mountains 
Past this snow jungle fever where spirits flow and, such passion
Seaside swirls her beauty's baby girl; nature's pearl Jane's, addiction....

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Little Johnny Walker,
       he was quite a talker;
He's seen a woman,
       so he decided to stalk her;

And when he had fallen,
       the police came a calling;
What's the use she's a victim, now of domestic violence;
She was and compliance, but he broke her silence;

Now he's a bocker...
they arrested Johnnie Walker?


4/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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They say that nothing is free amid this world
Most definitely, depending upon who as whom....
High crime scratch their eyes spinning broken vinyl 
Time your daddy was lying to you hitch because there's 
No truth betwixt his parched crumbling destitute lips tilting
Tides this crown of mine castles atop the sand another hail mary
Goal line stand goodbye crackling road your candle burned out long before
Bay's seaweed paresis door, ever will ? Quicksand note Joey's got a boat white sharks....

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