Short Leathered Poems

leathered, head to toe
mounting up the horse I know
arms holding on tight...

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Exuberant rapture
Spinning pirouette
Incandescent burning blaze
Spirited phoenix lost in lucent glory

Her anguish
Tired wings
Searing searching eyes

Leathered hands reach softly
Embers steady flame
Unfaltering gaze
Whispers of midnight
Blissful respite...

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Sir, 

With all 
My due 
Respect,

Don’t curse him 
Into the sea,

You might want first 
To know his will,
He, who gave you all,

For you, my son 
To be  
On that fine leathered chair—

0r else,
You ages, for nothing!

Your
Guidance 
Counselor,

A father....

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Buick leathered quickie
she was awright a hookie
she was lace traced
and he was dollared
looking for a bookie
green he flashed
green she cleavaged
then it was
humpy thumpy
they went
and car was alive
in the the corner
dark, making sound
in just another

Business Round!...

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This world seen through an old man's eyes

Leathered skin both weathered and wise

With aching back and brittle bones

Still, unafraid of sticks and stones

Vision dims but memory's clear

Knowing full well the end is near

A victim of time, oh what a shame

Back to the dust from whence he came...

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Oh balls
foul tipped
slow trickled….
down the line

Oh balls
you whirling dervish
biting air…quick clawing
down and away

Oh balls
wood slapped
rising in an arc of cheers
falling in the leathered web
of tears

Oh balls
the games go on
and though I age
the heart still plays


John G. Lawless
©9/26/2021...

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what tales lie behind wrinkled eyes
sagging corners tired
with life
what dance has
the crooked back danced
angled with experience
blissful and dark
many leathered hands stroked
hair wiry gray
aged by this journey
scratchy laughter remains
of this wrinkled tangible existence
yet the infinite spirit
imprints burden of proof
in the shiny new succession
of childrens giggles...

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what tales lie behind wrinkled eyes
sagging corners tired
with life
what dance has
the crooked back danced
angled with experience
blissful and dark
many leathered hands stroked
hair wiry gray
aged by this journey
scratchy laughter remains
of this wrinkled tangible existence
yet the infinite spirit
imprints burden of proof
in the shiny new succession
of childrens giggles...

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Hey barber, give me a shoe and a shine
As he's lathered he feels just fine
Then he views the shoe shiner
Wow, what breasts, nothing finer
My hands on them I wish they were mine

Young lady, let's spend time in a motel room
Get to know each other, vroom vroom
I'm married, och, you'll be fine
I'll pay, say your working overtime
You tell him, the barbers my groom




.
Challenged to write this based on a joke!...

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Listen to poem:

Watching JJ Play with Dinosaurs 
David J Walker

The flying reptiles frighten me 
What if they come back
	What if they attack
What if a stolen egg escalates 
	Into another annihilation

The plying reptiles fascinate me 
What if feathers are lost
	What if we ignore the cost 
And act in fits of passion 

What if their leathered skin
Becomes stylish 
	Again

What if we killed them all
	For fall 
                  fashion...

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.

                     Ding

                     Ding

                     Ding

                     Tap
                   tap tap 
   ‘pon mine leathered shoulder
            Whilst up we rose
                Mitt to duke
            And our other two
                    Waved
                  “Goodby”
               when we both
      (az we still chuckle about it
               five years later) 
          meant in ourn waves
                  “goodbye”

...

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