Short Milk And Honey Poems
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God promised the Jews Israel
A 'Land of Milk and Honey'
So, most headed to America ~
where they could make some money
Milk and honey,
sun-kissed and tangled,
spill into a river made of silk -
it clings to the sway of her hips.
Hazelnut, are the eyes, stalking.
The Tables Set,
You Can Bet.
A Milk And Honey's
Try We'll Get!
It's Plenty That Our
Night Times Prayers.
Outside Of Poetry's Lines,
Appears!
Paradise is a Baobab in Africa
where milk and honey flow beneath red -
I find her in clay, sun-baked, wearing
roots from the sacred tree:
the final piece of the jigsaw.
In the fairytale world of milk and honey
The milk's gone rancid and the bees have fleed
Quite sad I know
Remains to be showed
Eyes are tear-filled and not able to read
In a far away land of milk and honey
Lived a gentleman who was loaded with money
Had everything
But had lost his zing
Till Matilda came along and touched his wee chummy
In a far away land of milk and honey
Lived a gentleman who was loaded with money
Had everything
But had lost his zing
Till Matilda came along and touched his wee chummy
Might be heading up north, scary I know
Land of milk and honey, that's where I'll go
I'll meet Santa Jack
Go check out his shack
So ladies beware, you'll need to lay low
Long ago in the land of milk and honey
Lived a sweet young lady with lots of money
The money meant naught
She didn't give a snot
Long as each night they could play humpy bumpy
We are living in the land of milk and honey
But with prices these days, it really ain't funny
Watching our pennies
Every month if any
Counting on one hand, weeping like a wee bunny
Just take my hand, and
head for the Promised Land
A Land of Milk and Honey
and if we're short of money
I'll find the milk
for you, my honey
We'll live life together
in a land warm and sunny
summertime iced tea
coconut milk and honey
soap bubbles in air
green grass morning dew
watermelon in my mouth
frothing foam of waves
facial liquid joy
the deep golden clouds of dawn
aquarium days
In a far away land of milk and honey
Lived a gentleman who was loaded with money
Had everything
But lost his zing
Till Matilda came along and touched his wee chummy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Every woman is Mt. Everest.
To win gold medal in contest,
climb from snow-capped peak
pass via area of volcanic eruptions.
You'll end in the rift valley,
the terrain of flowing rivers,
the land of milk and honey.
Long ago in the land of milk and honey
Lived a sweet young lady with lots of money
But the money meant naught
She didn't give a snot
Long as each night they could play bumpy bumpy
© Jack Ellison 2015
darkly goes the moon
lost to golden yellow day
at last summer's here
happy people dance
sunshine forests lemon lime
birds sing night and day
heat and ice cream treats
sunlit clouds-milk and honey
vibrancy thrumming
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' Dreamland
More milk and honey
how many angels can dance
waltzing matilda
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Milk and Honey
Heard that they had a big rehearsal
Graduated from Trump School Universal
We had handed him all of our money
He then collected it like milk and honey
Now we can't do anything that is useful.
How sad.
Jim Horn
Long long ago in the land of milk and honey
Lived this sweetie who had a big batch of money
Quite popular with the beaus
After her money I suppose
Told them, “eat my shorts!” this gal was no dummy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Triangle of Swissness
On a rage for softness
Bern of mythical sweetness
Legend of the wilderness
Echoes of milk and honey
Remnants of caramel chimney
One Matterhorn mountain peak
Nougats of Iron tweak
End of logo, rise in solo
The past is ash,
Indicator of all that’s dead,
The past is ash,
No longer prone to toxic lash,
Milk and honey now lies ahead,
A bed of roses where she’ll wed,
The past is ash.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: ALPHABETS OF RONDELET
Word: Ash
Written: 2-14-12
My lips may move and the words I speak .
Are just reflections of the people I meet.
Some times I'm strong, some times I'm meek.
But I advise you listen,I don't use double speak
My inner voice cry's out ,never trust a sneak
comp entry 14/11/2016
Creature claw marks crisscrossing,
Reminders on your skin
A post-it timeline
Of fear and then
You climb the grapevine
To your vices, apprehend
It all entices again
This prophecy,
Of the knife and me,
Feels like it's gonna be
As pure as milk and honey
Success
Self-made by own efforts
Upcoming years destined
Cut-to-the-chase, profits
Comfort, milk, and honey
Easy street, gleaming life
Stocks and bonds arsenal
Stockroom taps nest egg
2020 September 31
love is like a rose
so beautiful when it blooms
can come in different colors
some even paint it blue
love is like a rose
be wary of the thorns
love can prick the heart
make you rue when you
were born
gonna' tell you baby
love baby
is like a rose