Short Joints Poems
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my weekend wrestling
try TV like moves, joints stiff
Chiropractor pleas
Senryu composed: December 22, 2020
Joints
The sound sometimes my
joints make when I walk is
often compared to a
gun going off with the help of
compressed air.
I am a finely tuned machine
Following a rugged routine
But I smell musty
And my joints are rusty
I think I need some Valvoline.
When his joints ached as he rose
he kicked the chair leg in despair.
He knows it is the fault of age…
but it’s easier to blame the chair.
out of all the gin joints in Chicago
she had to choose this one
she had an uncanny likeness to the woman he had lost
he could not stop staring
exercise not fun
joints like machine craving grease ~
stamina asleep
Date written: 08/04/2021
You see her in all the geometry joints.
She has six edges and four points.
I wish I could have her back so near -
the tetrahedron I hold dear.
There once was a man made of tin,
Whose joints made a horrible din.
“I need oil,” he’d plea,
“Or a heart, possibly,
But rust ruins romance again!”
O’er March 14 pie crusts we kissed
On 4/20 joints we could twist
It’s hardly slumming
When your date's coming
May the 4th be with you for this tryst
clamps down on joints,
a cold brokenness —
how pale are leaves this fall?
10/20/2019
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hothouse hell
blazing
sun
warmth
soothing
aching joints
a Charlieku for contest sponsored by Charles Messina
penned 19/09/2018
Liberace: Was he Prince or Princess
The very question delivers winces
Watch him on You Tube
His joints sure look lubed
The key is when he walks that he minces
Three hundred and sixty joints in the human body,
To stand,
To sit,
To bend,
To stretch,
To fold,
To hear,
To see,
To talk,
To walk,
To think,
To thank God!
The fight to stay young we all are waging
Seeing how others look initiates gauging
Sore joints and wrinkles causes enraging
Secrets to the fountain of youth triggers engaging
Janus faced shiverer,
joints can be impacted,
jittery month alert,
just beware of iced patch,
join outdoor fun that’s safe
jumping is poor counsel,
jolly high risk stunt? no!
I once met these old-school Forest Rangers
They said, "Please don't light up; it's a danger."
I said, "Smokey the Bear
Bet me I wouldn't dare
Roll a few joints for perfect strangers."
joints, bend or stay straight
rivers, turn or overflow banks
eyes, see forever.
(January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
lovely lively lithe lambs leaping
making merry without peeping
nurtured by nature’s natural safekeeping
older sheep’s aged joints are creaking
pleasure in seeing little lambs, they’re seeking
SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOT 'EM
FROM TOP TO THE BOTTOM
CIGS, JOINTS, OR CIGARS
IN PUBLIC, ALONE, OR BARS
LOVE WHAT YOU TASTED
LOVE WHEN YOU'RE WASTED
SMOKE ON THE RISE
SMOKE IN YOUR EYES
OLD EQUIPMENT IN THE ATTIC
COLLECTING DUST
HAVEN’T BEEN PLUGGED IN
OR TURNED ON FOR YEARS
ENCRUSTED JOINTS AND TUBES
AND FADED WIRES TURNED THIS WAY AND THAT
DROOPING TO THE FLOOR
FOOD FOR VERMIN
three reindeer do not fit well in a tub I guess
they seem to have joints that poke out of the mess
I was watching and I said this is not going to work
Especially when Rudolph and Dasher decided to twerk
There once was an old car that was quite spry,
It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh.
Its engine would wheeze
On the road, with such ease
Yet, newer models are no match
for a car of that batch!
Let's face it, I'm just a useless old fuddy-duddy
My joints need oiling and my brain's all muddy
It's par for the course
A mangy old horse
But my mind is still stunning and a brilliant study
Let's face it, I'm just a useless old fuddy-duddy
My joints needs oiling and my brain's all muddy
It's par for the course
A mangy old horse
But my mind is still stunning and a brilliant study
A distorted body
Trying to right itself
Skeleton pulls muscles
Muscles pull joints
Raindrops of Hope
On the window pane
White pollen floats
In ink on my page
And the pain
Flows into the
Bathroom drain !