Short Johns Poems

still in the breeze
*burnt in the heart
a union flag...

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Has she no soul left?
Crying I split in two Johns.
Soul returns with warmth....

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BURNISTA j

encaustic
      wax
on
lime
fused
  fired
for
cohesive
glossed
  effects...

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On 
canvas-
stars and stripes
melt down into
wax

Ekphrasis-encaustic Three Flags by Johns...

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If Keats was right and beauty is truth
  —what lies of this world have we made

(University Of Pennsylvania: October, 2013)...

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ENCAUTISTA rivera ensor Johns
 thermeable
molten
 resin
  made malleable
burnished
melting
 in
  luminous
freeflowing
dimensions
 in
  pubic patterns...

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For a month now we've had cold weather,
breaking out the long johns and the sweaters,
I'm amazed,
calendar says,
winter starts today the 21st of December.





12-21-16...

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Jill Johns was famous as a hot dog eater
Not a soul in the country could defeater.
But some didn’t go in her mouth
She diverted them to the south.
Now ex-fans dog her as a wiener cheater....

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Mister Johns was pretty fat for his height
He snarfed every piece of choc'late in sight
   His wife the candy was hid
   You know what Mr. Johns did?
He went out trick-or-treating like a kid...

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All three little pigs moved into a shack
to save on rent, for money they lacked
the wolf brought no worry
not even his fury
for three shiny new oozy's they did pack




 A Twist On The Pigs
I Missed Johns Contest...

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When scuba diving in Iceland need to wear long johns
Under your wet suit, at 32F, you'll never see swans
They tried wearing sweaters
Now they know better
Otherwise, they'd have been singing their swan song...

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When scuba diving off Iceland, you need to wear long johns
Under your wet suit, it's so freaking cold, you'll never see swans
They tried wearing sweaters
Now they know better
Otherwise they would've been singing their swan song...

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Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!...

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Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!...

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Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens as well as coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!...

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If I were a guy…I’d…

Go on a hunt
Learn to punt
Fix my own brakes
Eat rare steaks
Sport long johns
Stomp on tampons
Start bar fights
Ignore red lights
Swing a big axe
Stare at huge racks
Pack a huge luger
Nail a rich cougar!

*For Frank's Contest...

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Jasper Johns saw the number eight,
And he was illuminated,
Then he started to speculate:
A lonely number should be mated,
I need something with more weight,
And the obvious he deliberated:
Paint with numbers my good man,
I’ll draw them from the colours in my can!...

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there was king and  c
and john none a pond
the jod was done
wrote the voter bill
they has a will to live
also robert johns brother
like no other 
they stand tall backs againts the wall
knew theyer going to fall
did no put up a fess
it was  the sixtes
THOSE DIED FOR US...

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The city rattling,
Feet trampling,
Faces focusing,
Engines purring,
Drivers sighing,
Music drifting,
Ads whoring,
Johns buying,
Click Clack,
Shoppers yapping,
Money swearing,
Tills ringing,
Workers wishing,
Cameras spinning,
Wealthy plotting,
 
And me weeping for eternity....

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Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who murdered her johns.
Joel Rifkin would murder prostitutes whom he came upon.
If Aileen Wuornos were propositioned by Joel Rifkin,
I wonder which one of those murderers would end up the victim,
but then again, maybe they would have killed each other in the end....

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                           There once was a lady of the night
                             wearing dresses short and tight
                                  she coaxed her johns
                              showing a titillating thong
                               whetting their appetites.
...

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love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to 
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and 
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the 
mouth of an alligator....

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There once was a young hooker named Claudey
Her laughter was exceedingly bawdy
The johns did not mind
Her breasts were so fine
Lacy panties were sexy and gaudy

On Tuesday she met a young priest named Joe
He paid his money and gave it a go
His collar came off
And Claudey did scoff
Being a mean-spirited little ‘ho....

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DEATH OF A GYPSY QUEEN
They gathered round the dying place
to bid their queen farewell
the glow of every gypsy fire
left little more to tell
for round about each glowing flame
a bondage few could know
and when the queen departed them,
each gypsy felt her go.

True story, in Baltimore Johns Hopkins Hospital Camput
1959...

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there are no heroes anymore,
no one with that dream.
it has become a weapon
that kills when charisma ends.

there are no malcolm x's,
for we have found ourselves.
no johns or roberts to kill,
no kings to praise.

where are the people
in a world that sees no wrong,
in a candidate opening pandora's box,
to win his  throne?...

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