Short Mockers Poems
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CATS FOR CONGRESS
Are these politicians just talkers?
Some seem like outright mockers!
Why not cats? How divine!
They can balance fine lines.
Either cats or tight-rope walkers!
Oct. 15, 2020
If no strong breeze will oblige
Help those boys, girls
Dare to climb it, what's to twist, pull
Tree, of sweets full.
That role, the hero's playing
Reversed has been!
A leg up, into high office
Success-fruiting's
Now given them! Poor mockers of
Child's life-tasting's!
I’m alive
The world can see me now
The storms can testify
The wind can attest my weight
The birds are offering their feathers
My strength increased
I have overcome
My mockers sees my victory
My enemies can see my crown
The sky welcomes me greatly
The earth knows I am destine
My position is released
Every giant recognized my worth
Yes! I am place at the top
Friends
Trustable, Kind
Caring, Sharing, Staying
Teachers, Well-Wishers…..Mockers, Taunters
Blaming, Cursing, Glaring
Despicable, Jealous
Enemies
When you an important exam fail,
It’s like you’ve stepped on a nail,
As worrisomely you ail
And seem not a little pale.
At suspected mockers you rail
And at those who would you hail,
For as long as they close to you sail
With scarcely trusted redeeming tale…
You’re a prisoner’s heart beating for a bail
But no consoling news from the mail:
Your harsh father to put you up for sale!
Joy of motherhood
The suckling child does find rest
Upon his mother’s chest
Where else then should he nest,
If not upon her breast?
Though at times odd, he may be a pest
With him she’s still obsessed
By his care she may be stressed
Yet, she still feels greatly blessed
During her prolonged medical quest
As barren she was being addressed
His birth, now welcomed with a fest
Her mockers she now can jest
dot mockers
freelance me
oh look to me
oh look to me
medusa my hair
dread locks dreaded
climbing my stereo type
boot marks on the face
of
death
intrusions made upon peace
the cleaved disfigures clung
swallowing thumb tack thoughts
provoked beyond the reasoning in sanity
howled moons shadow stars guidance
here they are guiding rings to me
sorting through halo rainbows
my night
of
slaughtered day
what talkers
all we seen
was
dot mockers
?