Short Live Down Poems
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Listen to the night.
Four legs I run or wings I fly.
Wolves, tigers, canes, and eels.
They all walk the forest.
Living the life, given to them by destinies wheel.
Some fly in the sky,
Others live down in the depths of the sea.
The wild will always mystify.
Through wind, water, fire, and earth.
They will always run free.
In laws can be hard,
my in laws live down the street.
When something goes wrong.
My in laws appear,
Constantly in my business.
Wish they would leave us alone.
I love my in laws.
sometimes they are just too much.
Everyone needs to find their way.
Dr Rams In Laws contest
cory long
In the hierarchy of All Things
If everything is everything
And love is love
Then food is food
Which is good news
To the fine young cannibals
Who live down the block
I can smell their barbecue
Grilling sweet meats all afternoon
What is it I ask,
Long pig they reply
Clearly it is not my job to judge
But I will politely decline
Their smiling potluck invites
(8/28/26)
His name is Lou, he’s a frog who reads in bed
His parents live down in the old Swamp homestead
They have taken his books and burned them too
But he keeps finding books, this enterprising Lou
Something is wrong with him, his parents lamented
He should be focused on flies, loopy and fermented
Books is for people, he needs no education at all
His only true calling is to lap gnats and bugs from a wall
He don't live down your way.
He dwells in another day
he will never let you into.
His face is white
but not bright - yellow age
has mildewed his smile.
The house on the hill
is not his,
but he won't let you visit.
Jailhouse rock
will keep you dancing
behind be-wilderness bars.
He forgets to like you,
he thinks you're cotton
to be picked.
Children run from his knees',
kids know that the cotton man
has a secret plan
and it don't include us.
So i guess this is it,
getting no where
rather fast.
I can't seem to
live down the past.
The wandering stray.
Such the untimely outcast.
His closest friends, or are
they his enemies.
Dragging him down
into their dirt.
Won't they leave him
to his own tragedies?
For all he wants to do
is walk the straight and narrow.
Their intent on pushing him
off the path.
And Now he's locked out of his house
and all he wants to do is take a bath..................