Short Jones Poems
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Chipper Jones
has suggested a use for outfield drones
they should accompany the ball
giving a general indication as to where it might fall.
Davy Jones was clearly immoral
When he ruled all sex must be oral
But one mermaid's tail
Excited a whale
And his fluke just shattered the coral!
A Game of Thrones can break some bones
With shrieks and groans and sexy moans
But none can compare
With My Lady Fair
D. Lilah Jones' erotic zones!
war in black and white
canvassed stretched pigmentation
a thing of beauty
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Doug Jones Came Across
While visiting Senate we came across,
Doug Jones from Alabama a new boss;
We were impressed,
With way he dressed;
Competitor impostor was a complete loss.
James Horn
Rest in Peace if you can Jonathan Jones
As the spirit departs your flesh and bones
For years you led a philandering life
Now lie fore'er next your embittered wife
Contest: A Funny Epitaph
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
9/14/18
Antagonistic
Lying conspirator
Earsplitting
Xenophobe
Judgmental jerk
Offensive
Naysaying
Empty-headed
Spreader of misinformation
Written August 8, 2022
Jones, Jones, where are your bones?
I'd like to hear again your moans, your groans,
underneath loathed graveyard stones,
all with weird sepulchral tones,
me and all my friends, the crones,
wailing o'er the bones of Jones.
To bespeak her time I shan’t
A mere penny possesses more value
Than that of which her presence preserves
The daring, lingering foretaste that is affinity
Though to raze all dolor she abstains
All along she had been sleeping with death
simply is simple
I wish I might feign
I wish I might go
to stumble
to quake
simply is something
I feign I might die
I feign I might rise
to reverie
to time
simple is simply is simple is not
to close
to open
to get the maestro out
Julius Jaggery Jones
Had an ache deep in his bones
Sang the blues for nickels and dollars
In mellowest of baritones.
Julius Jaggery Jones
Seated on street cobblestones
Paid his dues in groanings and hollers
Delivering back alley moans.
Travelling the world,
Seeking the mystical poetess,
No Tomb too dark or scary,
No too evil Nazi so wary...
This Jewel must be returned
To the Soup Treasury....
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SMITH AND JONES
smith
and jones
looking through
this tanka book
pages of weeping
from all over the world
smith and jones do not appear
smith and jones are so fortunate
to live their lives without life’s sorrows
or they are too blue-shirt common for words
Dave Austin
Begging, pleading just one prick.
Engulfing, overtaking, degrading.
Please just once,
Make that plunger plunge.
Make me throb, make me bleed,
Let my body feel relief.
Plunge it in and pull it out.
Lifes desintergration in one shot.
Roll the dice weither you like it
Or not
Caring and calm,
On my mind always,
Nice,
Terrific but trouble stopper,
Eager to help children,
Sweet,
Super singing woman,
Yours Truly, (My Mom)
Jones and Jessie is your last name,
On her successful journey,
-N- awesome mom,
Eager to perform, and
Super great, great mom!
CONTESSA Y. JONES
Form:
I shop at the co-op every day,
See the karma millionare not give a care,
See Mr Jones a pillar of fire,
See the checkout supervisor touch every hand,
See the damned see the damned,
See the old hag have a drag,
See the gentleman being dargged down,
See the gnome all at home,
And see the man who knows he's alone.
Form:
FROZEN by Jeanette Jones based on Portrait No. 4 Lake by Georgia Engelhard
This became my calming place,
this deep, deep, blue lake
frozen into time
whether day or night,
my serenity.
I lose sense of time,
caressing it,
deep in my mind.
I love this place.
This lake’s frozen
clouds above, reflections.
night time
or day.
Frozen.
Today is your birthday
And I’m proud of you
Heart of gold you make
Joyful dreams a truth
Man of courage compassion
I love you very much son
Chocolate man of passion
A special intelligent one
Happy God blessed me so
Jones is your given name
Onyx hair and brilliant goals
Never change a single thing
Every prayer was like a dare
Saw God bless you to dream
Jones my boy is back
Who takes the cat for a pack
He loves a glass of ale
Which makes him grow so pale
He drinks his stuff till dawn
And feels his task is done
He loves his little hut
His dog you dare not hurt
He loves to sit in the cold
And tell the tales of old
He has his little arrow
But the countysite is narrow
In our sphere i am the fon
But he lives his life for fun.
Your smile is brighter than the sun...
It makes my heart want to run...
How i feel for you i cant explain...
Thoughts of you are the only thing on my brain...
When you are not here there is pain...
Without you what is there to gain?
Your the anchor that keeps me here...
Your the wheel that helps me steer...
Losing you is my greatest fear...
If that happens then i will shed a tear.....
He loved you as a boy,
Now he writes you,
Nature overwrites your coffin,
And that dark funeral lark;
He can express himself endlessly,
According to nature,
and according to all technology.
Even your corpse needs,
By the look on your face there,
Your faith shook you cold,
So now you speak,
But he will tell of your warmth,
Which the fern shall seed,
In church soil damp,
After the funeral.
Autumn in France by Emily Carr 1911
PORTRAIT NO. 5
AUTUMN
by Jeanette Jones
Homes across the countryside,
sits amidst of Autumn.
Whispers of wind play rapidly in the dark,
as leaves await for daylight to hit the ground.
Morning float into play, as the moon gives in, to the sun.
Admiration of lovers passing by
capture birds in flight.
Smiles on the faces, they brace for the breeze
of Autumn.
Poets are amazing and these were the runner up poems. The site was NOT user friendly and did NOT let me list them so I only have poem titles of runners up below. Thanks again for your entry,
Blooming Beauty With Black Hair
Friendship
Thanksgiving Family Blessing
When the World Melts Away
Passions of Love
Rumors
Crescent Moon
Sunset by Lakeside
Butterfly
My Red Red Roses
My Forest Home
Passion
Form:
I am Jones.
And I write poems.
I work in my garden.
And sail my boat.
On the waters of the moat.
Windmills all around.
And canals too.
Ideal place for me and you.
Yes I'm getting on, and old.
Don't do what I am told.
I play cards and chess.
Can you guess? I cheat to win.
It's not a sin.
If done with a grin.
I am the friend of every one.
I have lived here so long.
When I go. I hope they say.
Goodbye to the English man.
Millions would tune in on the tube Monday night.
To countless sixties teenyboppers, you were a delight.
With Mickey, Mike, and Peter, you were in funny situations.
We still watch you in reruns after a couple of generations.
Not only did you have a fine voice for singing,
many considered you very versatile for acting.
What a fine career you had is what many will say.
We will miss you now that you have gone away.
David Jones 1945-2012