Short Johns Poems

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Johns Remorse

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

(University Of Pennsylvania: October, 2013)


Premium Member ENCAUTISTA rivera sensor johns

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Form: Didactic

The St.Johns River Rafter

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.

Stratford Johns

(Dedicated to Stratford Johns who died January 29, 2002.)

His name was Stratford Johns.
I'm sorry to say that he's gone.
He starred in an episode of Doctor Who.
This great thespian left the world in 2002.
The episode he starred in was Four to Doomsday.
Doctor Who fans grieved when he passed away.
That episode aired in England in 1982.
This man was a credit to Doctor Who.
Form: Rhyme

Papa Johns

days and nights of loosen over,whens my four leaf clover gonna come over?
when?i get to spin to dont i?crem de la crem is beyonce knowles and all those 
schols,so who cares?in the air is where i gery,the berry b,humble me with a 
jumbletron,its phonic and unbubonic,get over it,the bubonic plague doesnt exist 
and lest the kiss is missed.so much for chris.merry christmas,to-wit.
Form: ABC


Premium Member Long Johns State of the Union

The clothesline hung, low, and limp.
Raucous, red, long johns 
and worn, white, blue jeans
pinned like butterflies in a box;
dangled bodiless.

The neighbors all envied Mom’s skill.
Nobodies tidy whities were brighter.
The pulley wheel whined and clanked
against back porch clapboards
when a stiff wind blew through.

And, the state of your laundry 
was like the state of the union jack;
you hung ‘um both high
and took ‘um down when the rain came.

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