Short Mooned Poems

temperatures wax                												 slices of  liquid crystal      											          chromatic months...

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Tropic mooned, on the rise
For what's now eyed for love
Warms more the heart this, mid-day's
Sunned burning rage above....

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He went to the dance in his kilt.
The boy knew he was nicely built.
Think of what the girl saw.
When the wind blew, Oh law.
For all that he had didn't wilt!!!!!...

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A lady once hailed from Altoona.
A man on a freight train had mooned her.
      She speeded away
      With just this to say,
"Cold air from a crack is a boomer!"...

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The man in the moon crooned such a tune

That the cow jumped over and mooned

     But a methane gas

     The bovine did pass     

The man struck a match and kaboom!...

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To all of the mom’s 
Yes the mom’s all over the
Silvery mooned world
We wish you a Happy Mother’s Day,
From all of the boys and girls,
 Of the silvery mooned world.

wrote 2-17-10...

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At the bus stop appeared a large crowd
They were cheering and clapping out loud
      Admiring a blond in her room
      Whilst she mooned in full bloom
Then she turned round all excited and proud...

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What wicked things wail this way?
Nothing that I know of--
Only this cloaking curtain,
This mooned and muted shadowland...

All fright is found in non-disclosure
Within the oily wonder,
Punctured by scars and stars and
Wounded well-wishers 
Wondering upon a sparrow'd wickedness....

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Her blind date had arrived right on cue,
her jeans as tight as a cocoon,
stepped into the night,
"ripped" noise what a fright,
exposing her hefty full moon.

Thank God she had brought a sweater,
tied round waist she felt a little better,
till dog came around,
pulled sweater on down,
full mooned ran after the irish setter.





4-26-17...

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He staggers and stumbles all around
on the floor, his underwear I found
he laughed hard, then fell down
I'm speechless, not a sound
mooned me, from beneath my wedding gown.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.17/2013

I haven't penned one of these for a long while. Believe it or not, I had a hard time trying to think of what to write....

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This morning, 
I woke,
eyes crescent mooned.

In the kitchen,
I found a platoon,
army crawling between 
pepperoni and assorted 
veggies, gathering intel
for the commanding officer.

My tweezers clinched 
between thorax and abdomen, 
strapped him down by the neck.
It took three milliliters 
from the syringe to
drown his insides.

His dog tags
read:
Red Aunt...

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You lousy Pigs just gave me a speeding ticket.
I won't pay it, you know where you can stick it!
You lousy Pigs don't frighten me by putting your hands on your guns.
I'll kick you both in the nads and you'll be lying on the ground when I'm done.
I just mooned you and now I'm covering your ticket with pee.
Why the hell are you lousy Pigs slapping the handcuffs on me?

(This is a fictional poem.)...

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Always he comes here
Humming to the air
Calling and begging
Calling the dead
Who passed long ago
For help! for help!

Hefty he is
Bowing
Kneeling
Behind this monastery
He did cry for the moon.

Dressed
In his white vestment
Tinted in red
Where is he going?

He defied the ancients
Sad is his mother
Sad is his father.

Even the sun sunned madly
And the moon mooned sadly
Weeping for this listless acolyte....

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(This is a fictional poem)

I was bored and my patience was getting thin.
I was mad because the cable was out again.
I went to the damn cable company and I started to yell.
The man gave me the finger and told me to go to hell.

I started to yell again and this time it came to blows.
That moron knocked out a tooth and he broke my nose.
I pulled down my pants and he got mooned.
The fuzz arrested me and I'll get out this June....

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A one-time backpacking zebra with a rah rah rah
Went down the mountain sliding down a long seesaw
We yelled hey wait! Don’t you usually walk.
He gave us a rude hand gesture; and a little squawk.

I did not know that backpackers rode down sleds I yelled.
He mooned me good, which I thought was even ruder still.
I was glad when he ran into a picnic table at the bottom of the hill.
Which was not kind, but it was the way I felt said my brother Bill....

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Half-mooned I have left the envy.
The basic instinct of lesser love
for my failing god.

Come to me, my cloaked enemy,
a sweet lover of pain
in the milky hours.

Mother of seeds was far away
and you wanted to suck on the
pollen from the wings of honeybees.

Soft and cruel, I cannot leave you
nor I can abandon the post.
The war cry was coming nearer.

Was it a virginal drink to –
placate the lips of a flame ?
Time will never know the ultimate.
 


Satish Verma...

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One cold day, I was burning up
The rain outside was dry
The sunshine, mooned each falling star
Out there, inside was I

Reading, when I'm fast asleep
I saw no movement stand
I reached without and outstretched arm
to flick the fly that land

Bouncing, being very still
I thought it lively, dying
When up it sprang, just flatly
All it's energy, spent trying

Salt I sprinkled, as it poured
Atop, the underneath, it's belly
Finally flopping, to and fro
Then landing in my jelly...

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