Short Next Of Kin Poems

Spots on its skin
    The leopard grins

  Spots on your skin ~
    Call next-of-kin...

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Need paper day and night,
nervous if out of sight,
normally you stock up,
not today out of luck,
nature makes frantic call,
no time to sit and bawl,
napkins is next of kin.




4-30-17...

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every night,
in bed talking to my cushion,
my immaginary male friend,
i dream about a village,
where to live in forever,
in bed wearing a pair of white pants,
groaming my next of kin,


Mario...

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Brand your name into my skin,
Stroke by stroke;
Friction.
Notify my next of kin.
I jump into quicksilver
To quench my eyes of fire
My heart's desire dies tonight
Sliced so thin it flows through streams of blood....

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In the cemetery the undead live once again
They kill all who enter, even next of kin
Halloween resurrects the dead with their sins

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Trinity" contest

10/23/2012...

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I don't really try to fit in
not that it often matters
but when people are next of kin
and glare like I'm the mad-hatter
it makes my thoughts all scatter.
Then not knowing what to say,
(“No explosions, dear Lord”, I pray)
I go and empty my bladder....

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Stillness sweeps horizontally, then
Swells vertically. It is zero below
South wind meshes with north wind; it
Sends us clamoring for feathers of goose, we're 
Secluded in layers. Closer and closer we seek
Somebody; a lover, next of kin, The Mighty Comforter.

*...

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Painting myself into an emotional corner
  feelings trapped and staid

Family eliminated one by one
  old hurts and wounds replayed

Each year a brick in this wall of pain
  to shield me from the loss

Isolation my next of kin
  —love the only cost 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)...

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There are so many
mostly glass or plastic
used for whatever
not advised to kick

If they break
on your skin
colour changes to red
need next of kin

Can be made
into a different colour
to show beauty
indeed it can yes sir

This little write
it's subject is a jar
your house has many
useful truly they are

poetgord@2013...

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Pain must be felt in order to feel.
I tighten my tourniquet and make my appeal.

I have been looking for an original sin,
knowing evil and grace are next of kin.  

Hate and compassion are separated by a thin veil.
Ego takes over my padded cell.

I cradle my thoughts and begin to weep,
haunting lullabies consume my sleep....

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Sad clown, twisted scowl
Broken frown under misted cowl

Hateful grin, stubblepit chin
Eyes that spin, no next of kin

Forsaken old troll, asleep in a hole
The joke’s on him, the prognosis is grim

Don’tcha laugh…at this clown
He’ll take you down

Don’tcha laugh, nope no way
And alive you might stay…for today.

Let him be
Let him be...

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seemed so sad inside
which is why we cried and cried
Jesus crucified

am happy again
God has freed us from all sin
glad are next of kin

day was full of fun
my favorite horse has won
likes to run and run

mother makes my day
she has perfect thing to say
to God for me pray

will we wade or row
or big party want to throw
did dance to and fro...

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Two eyes, two ears,
One nose, one mouth
And all arranged
From north to south…

Yet with a subtle
Tiny tweak
Each person’s look
Is quite unique.

The laws of math
Can so astound,
Since all these faces
Do abound…

But combinations 
Guarantee
That no one looks
Like you or me.

Except, of course,
When next of kin,
Enwombed together,
Is a twin....

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love can bind memories
sorrow blends with wind
water drips into a stream
thin as a skim of skin

as ghost is to remembering
like members of a greater sin
they should be only simmering
in a broth of the bitter end.

so it is to shooting up
falling into the glimmering
joy comes to who we were
when we were higher withering

living with the next of kin....

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The levees broke and the seas rolled in,
Killing brothers, sisters, and next of kin,
Police killed the innocent but denied the sin,            
Now new season lies round the bend,
God help New Orleans if it happens again!
=====================================

Contest:  Golden Gratitude
Very blessed that the Lord spare many  
from police brutality and the terrors of 
nature....

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Death is due an insult
In fact, it's way past due 
Born out of sin, no next of kin,
No love for life, no reason to.

No positive occupation,
To me it's pretty clear
He goes about with lip stuck out
His business is to interfere

With life and all it's blessing.
He doesn't think it's odd
That no one wants him hanging round.
He needs a better job.

Reta Pruitt
August 25,2018...

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He was committed
to his job 
all hours of the day

He was committed
to his wife,
to cherish and obey

He was committed
to his loved ones,
there in every way

He was committed
to his family –
they all came first for him

He was committed
to the whole world,
from last to next of kin

He was committed
to being of service,
through thick and also thin

And then

He was committed...

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You who had seen my next of kin
Dining and wining near a bin
And you forgot to raise a din
Or had minded your Gripping Gin… 

It was A War you did not win,
Though Loss reports not on The Skin
Like would Incisive Pricks of Pin
Or handiwork of Wounding Tin…

Your love, please, extend to My Kin
In Water Fish that needs Your Fin:
Never mind his mischievous grin
Nor like God be counting his sin…...

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Children in dangerous situations lie
It's all they can do to stay alive.
They learned at an early age how to survive.
They don't cry
Why? 
Because they know how to thrive.
Children in dangerous situations lie
It's all they can do to stay alive.
Multiply
That times five
You hope you arrive
In time or it's next of kin you will notify.
Children in dangerous situations lie
It's all they can do to stay alive....

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Walking along
The road of life
A flowing song
A dull blunt knife

Dragging across
The flesh of sin
The sea of loss
The next of kin

My minds not right
It is not straight 
It works in spite 
Of my mental state

I need some help
I can not sleep
Nor be upheld
All I keep 

And all I hold
Is to climb the steep
And to keep me bold

To help me rise
Umongst the saints
And keep my eyes
Above the waves...

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To all, one is the chemistry
in one tag, in a big pumpkin
dog has no say in a poultry
cos it is no next-of-kin
one big hug, a hot luxury
the sun in the sky is akin
one to ten, it's a big pastry
all in an arc and a skin
no tax to get the bad orange
as tit for tat is so strange
any but one is a bad range
so for all, it is not a pile
no gun or sub, all is the tile
get one eye to leg any Nile.
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There's a place dreams wait while men chase money.
A place that's not for sale.
A place the poor are closer to
where dreams of peace prevail.

There's a place for money that men don't think.
A place to cash it in.
A place most find insulting.
The poor, our next of kin.

There's a place for man that dreams await.
A place not understood.
A place that's out of reach to him.
A Heaven that is good.

There's a place....

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 At such a tender age
my feelings, i refused to gauge
the controversial love mirage
of a little sage.

From Genesis to nemesis she remained queen
in my heart which all love with keen
while seeking to be next of kin.

Her price i paid
through patience and pain
insult and hate-rain,
but her heart, i won with style.

Chrissie is that gal i love so.
her haters calls her sow,
my life, my soul....

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This box is too short; I’m in a cramp, 
needless to say, it is very damp.
Earthworms are crawling; moving in,
at least it is not a next of kin.
I cannot see without my lamp,
besides, the air is mighty thin.

In this cold drab box I lie,
left without saying goodbye.
I wasn’t in a hurry or rush,
to fill this still breathless hush.
Nor did I have the time to cry,
before hidden by earthy lush...

Copyright © 2008 By Carly S. Muzzey...

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What a fine mess are world is in 
Are polluted skies hazy and dim
War destruction decaying limbs
The waters not safe for fish to swim
What a fine mess were living in 

Are streets are now not safe to walk 
Watch what you say watch how you talk
Smallest thing can get you shot 
Drugs and weapon's so easily got

What a twisted world we live in 
Valuable ID is who's next of kin
A sorrowful shame a tearful sin 
How do we change this world were in...

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