Short Knees Poems
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its hard to walk
or talk
with the caine
if you have knees pain
a doctor you see
and pay afee
for this
SORE KNEES
If I called
Would you
Put me on
My knees
And say
That I
Crawled
Or would
You get
On your
Knees
And
Kiss
Me
When I get down on my knees there's something above me...
Holy God
and I praise Him in awe
I praise Him long and hard
On bended knees I felt the horrors
Of death as it gushed out blood on me
Behind closed eyes,
On perky breast of a female death.
Gosh-o-Roonies, said the Moonies,
Drag you out into the boonies
Watch you be cut up by loonies
Feed you to the starving goonies.
floating over the forest trees
was for my nephew a breeze
as he floated past
a shadow he cast
I promptly yelled “put down your knees!”
She had both her knees replaced,
And problems we forever faced;
Shoes tennis,
Real menace;
Hard for long shoes to be laced.
Jim Horn
you see
how the KNEE is nee probleem nie
to rise in stats here
to beat the US and PS
PS: vapors from anything will rise, good and stinky
Form:
Bees Knees I've always heard are good
It would take a lot to make a mess
How you would fix them I'm not sure
Maybe Bees Knees and Gravy I guess
Oh, how can I resist?
Luscious chocolaty creaminess presented with such allure.
My diet starts... tomorrow morning !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I got down on my hands and knees
and begged the lord please
let you come back to me
cuz we were ment to be
but now all i see is that he has only set you free
Form:
I like you better on your knees
Pleading for forgiveness
And begging to be brought back
Oh, is it my pity you wanted?
Sorry
I spent all my mercy on the last one
Form:
hit my knees
couldn’t float
hand swatted away
should I
have crawled my way to the altar
ledge
God smiles
lifts me up
brushes me off
blesses me
He knelt upon dry dirt
A farmer raised his eyes.
Dear Lord, I can’t go on.
My land is a dust bowl.
My livestock pass away.
I beg—Please Let it Rain.
god continually gives us grace, humility, and his Son
freedom to choose integrity and the greater good
our gratitude should be pronounced, shared
we should be on our knees daily
Seeing Selma On Knees
Remember seeing Selma on their knees,
Then they were being called Selmanese,
Bridge being by;
Tears to supply,
With poverty flowing through the trees.
Jim Horn
On Knees Had Fallen Upon
On our knees we had fallen upon
Knowing that Jesus now was gone
Up to heaven high in the sky,
And never Him will we deny;
Each day will be a bright, new dawn.
Jim Horn
Slide shrieks in anguish
Nearing dog-whistle domain
Then he makes it cry...
('Layla' - Derick and the Dominos - Written and sung by Eric Clapton - featuring the late
Duane Allman on slide guitar)
When you sail a sloop in slop,
be prepared to stop, regroup;
time spent on the choppy seas
throws you for a loop, makes wobbly knees.
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I was young, you were born
Just a little thing, six pounds
Well things changed quickly
Full of life and enormous energy
You grew up and took flight
You are the bees' knees!
If I were an orangutan
to be the best I can
as thoughtful by nature
I'd swing through the trees
and hang by my knees
while patiently contemplating
like an abominable orange snowman
Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck nine,
It was past the deadline!
He missed an interview,
the job fell through.
He fell sadly to his knees,
no paycheck – no cheese.
Yes, we are older ladies.
All with molten hips and knees,
Agnostic or Catholic fantasies?
Nothing like a good chick lit.
Who on earth wrote this blip?
Love is pulsating away,
I'll enjoy this book today!
Pray your love never departs
on my knees i cry out
i hold my hands together like once we were
i try so hard to understand
you have moved on to another man
i hang on to a shadow of yesterday
on my knees i pray
Corona Virus..... oh shut up or shut down?
We are all in the same crisis run-a-round.
With or without Trump and Brexit it's the same ole' coffin.
There's no cure for the gormless boffin.
by
Martin Braun
3/14/2020