Short Mange Poems

Aubergine caponata
nettle fritata
spicy corgette with mange tout
edible flowers
pepper mint sorbet
lemonage
Fizz !...

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Might Have the Mange

Have heard Trump's hair has the mange,
And his mind they do need to re-arrange;
Rather odd;
Dumb clod;
No wonder he seems to be so strange.

Jim Horn...

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This Christmas is gonna be strange,
with presents so hard to exchange,
and Santa's a grump,
a-scratching his rump,
'cause all that he got was the mange...

written 6th December for Alex's Christmas limerick contest...

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On the contorted back
Of Africa in tearful neglect
Based buttocks
The stoic, obese and always full
Of odd appetites

Pain in the back
Of Africa in tears
Centuries are mange
Here and there, scattered
Oh God, I deplore:
- I got tired of this shame!...

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dear change,
i've seen you here before
scratching scoundrel
itching with mange-
the undomesticated mutt.
charmed, finessed (i am
the butt of your joke) (you
are the ash to my smoke)
dear change,
loop swoop pull & 
push- peering thru the
burning bush, all
teehees & cracking
leaves; oh dear
change, i only want to 
ask, will you share
whatever's in your
flask?...

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Prince and Purple Rain

Had caught the mange
Wanted to have a race change
Me did re-arrange.

No longer biased
You want to meet am nicest
With money tightest.

My hair had them rinse
Colored it purple like Prince
Have been happy since.

Life came to a halt
Songs are buried in a vault
It was all my fault.

Future of Prince's music will be fantastic.

Jim Horn...

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Hanging hope on garden roses
Licking love from silver spoons 

On the run in tundras frozen 
Throwing howls at the moon 

No true way to leave the castle 
Though you came here on your own 

Sometimes you are a prisoner
Sometimes you’re on the throne 

Though his rugged mange offends you
His venom’s nothing new 

Still he keeps you close to him
Beauty is a beast too...

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Truly unruly was she, but he loved her.
Changing the mange of a call girl might burn Jude.
Barb accepted diamond bling-ring with a purr.
This bombshell morsel, would trick him - he’d be screwed,
As this fox sought payment to become his wife.
She’d even take double for days without strife.
Without thought, he’d give in to his blackmailer,
Like a siren calls to a cockcrow sailor.
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Every effort must pass through the peel like orange
the desired is the only way, there’s no range
and having a taste difficult to be bargained for any exchange
thus, anything other than perfection is mange.
Doing it right is limited, just doing becomes strange
giving a helping hand to keep things arranged
is like putting a spoilt urban model in a Grange.
such a soul is easily irritable but yet not ready to change....

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When you are living on the street
depressed, lonely, hungry, and beat,
begging coins for something to eat;
you need more than a smile.

People scoff and offer small-change
labeling you as weird or strange,
treating you like you had the mange;
each day is a trial.

You pray someone will help you out;
a kind soul that won't mess about,
but wipe your tears and calm your doubt;
and go that extra mile....

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Never spent signs painted hue 
Conspiring challenges never proved 
Aloft the addicts spreading 2x4 beams 
Clouded streams broken dreams 
High ceiling roofs attire 
Shingled hay and wire clay dirt 
In the window pane
 a threshold mange panes
 we both shingles that closes the eyes 
Views of the painted skies 
Blue white smoke gray hues yet remain
A muffled haze



12/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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     I feel like a polka dot stew!
     The kids all make fun,
     No matter what I do!
     My skin color,
     I can't change!
     It's not as if I have mange.
     My ancestors lived in another part of the world.
     Ate other foods,
     Of which no one here has heard.
     The color of my skin was like everyone there,
     Now I stand out,
     Even my hair!
     Helping people learn who I am,
     Maybe the teasing will end!
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Standing in a market square
Kabeer wants everyone’s welfare,
Nor friendship to any,
Nor any enmity! 
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Kabira khada  bazar mein, mange sab ki khair,
Na kahu se dosati, na kahu se bair.

Kabeer advises us to look at everyone with the same equal eye, no one as an undue friend, and no one as foe either; hailing all, hating none. What Isha Upanishad said, and what Bhagavad-Gita too, Kabeer has put it in a layman’s language....

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Les jours s'achevent 
le temps passe vite
le present devient le futur
le passe devient le present
les meilleurs aventures deviennent de l'enfer
et la beaute deviennent le tenebre.

Les jours ne sont plus des jours
mais des nuits d'enfer, de couchemar et de pleurs.

Voila le changement
quand le temps mange la vie
et se refrechit de la peur des hommes
s'envelope par les coeurs des femmes
et se deguise en fille.

Moi, je l'ai compris!
c'est le CHANGEMENT....

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I welcome you as much as a dog would welcome mange.
Everything you do to me seems so strange.
I want to tell you up front I hate your attitude.
For a woman, your behavior constantly appears rude.
Wherever did you acquire your repulsive ways?
Is your brain enveloped in a haze?
No wonder your last guy told you to go away.
For somebody like you, I wish you would not stay.
The price of knowing you just seems too steep.
All I want to say to you is “Get lost, creep”.
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