Short Off The Hook Poems
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brain food... school of fish
fish out of water... dead fish
off the hook... go fish
April 18, 2018
Oh, Mother! Why are you such a rotten cook?
I tremble at the sight of this horrific gruel!
I dare say you are being jolly cruel!
Oh! God! Please get me off the hook!
~Was swimming down the stream on a farm creek past the worm
wiggling on a line in the water wasn't hungry off the hook~
12/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Sam slept through his alarm once again
So dashed to catch the commuter train
But today he is fine
‘Autumn leaves’ block the line
He’s off the hook … his boss can’t complain!
2nd June 2016
Xi released a mad bug from his red cave
and fated millions to premature graves
while we burned DR, Seuss books
Fauci and Xi wiggled off the hook
Joe and Hunter have yuan in their banks.
Yuan is the currency of communist China
each to his own funeral gift,
the hook will give my bones a lift,
at the university...
or so my old mate says of he:)
i have threatened to steal him off the hook:)
police might think it kind of crook,
jail time for little me?
Don
Grandma burns the food and is no cook
She needs to stick to reading a book
Fire covers the turkey
It tastes like beef jerky
Paula brought food we are off the hook
Tom climbed a wall as he was late,
But got hitched up by his clothes;
His wails were heard by his stood up date,
Who reached him by standing on her toes,
Purring, ‘I’ll let you off the hook, I suppose.’
Jack Horne for Francine's Hangin' in There contest, 31st July
BOOK
I am building my own castle of the book
Everything we do sometimes just depend heavily on how we look
Do you want to eat anything that we intend to cook
Let's forget about everything that everyone has been trying to get off the hook
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 24, 2016
So tired she thought it best
to wear her heart on her sleeves
and get things off her chest
Ignored a notion preconceived
that living like an open book
would only make her more naive
She said if they simply take another look
they'll see a clear transparency
and just maybe, let me off the hook
I had the biggest kind hearted one hooked.
But I wanted to keep fishing,
so he jump off the hook,set us both free.
Now I'm wishing I stop fishing,
when I had him hooked.
Like a dam fool I let the one that matters loose.
Now I stop fishing,but it's to late,he's not biting.
One I want to keep now,
is the one that got away.
Being Read Out of a Book
Never sounded sincere know for sure;
Much more than we wanted to endure;
Long must last;
Wish was past;
Was a bunch more of Trump manure.
Up another speech someone did cook;
Sounded like Being Read Out of a Book;
We were near;
Sounded insincere;
Were trying to get Trump off the hook.
Jim Horn
A dime in his pocket
hope in his heart
Just his clothes on his back
but he’d make a new start
Constricted at home
he took to the road
Foraged for food
yet upright he strode
Three days and two nights
of this, all it took
For him to come home ~
let mom and dad off the hook
Hear the hated song
Think things will go wrong
Cannot relax, on edge, scared
Expecting illness
My fate seems hopeless
Sweating like a creature snared
Play the remedy
Callas works for me
Relax, unwind, heave a sigh
Play again for luck
Lets me off the hook
Smile and wave ill luck bye bye
Jack Horne for Nette's Aloutte your Cleansing Ritual
we fell to the ground from high
so the screams are heard
was hard to understand why
in their scenario were extras
they gave secret to you
they dressed in a dirty coat
when you have time you wash
suddenly became sad
the truth behind the misty roads
to hear very words
tired to our souls
half-asleep we're
leave us off the hook
it's quite a descent
this job of:
repent repent repeat
keeping it short & sweet
-i think you're beautiful
& when we meet i
treat you kind, you
notice my
diamond in the rough
vow to find capture
tame the tough
right out of me-
around you i pretend
i can't see,
spitshine your dirty
throne- your good intention
is a phone, hanging
off the hook.
Not a text book relic
Poetic look esoteric
Record book cleric
Off the hook balletic
Mesmeric cook aesthetic
Cranny & nook prophetic
Canny crook stratospheric
Which is why may be
Sitting top of the tree
The Saffa Gaffer
With a higher ABV
In formats all three
Above possibly Kohli
Greatest I did see
For me is probably A.B
THE HUG FELT SO WELCOMING.HOW LONG CAN YOU STAY?
SPREADING YOURSELF THIN IS THE BIGGEST GIVE AWAY.
YOUR CELL PHONE IS RINGING OFF THE HOOK.SMILING
AND GRINNING STATING THAT YOU'RE SINGLE. I KNOW
YOUR HISTORY . THE PLATE OF EXCUSES YOU CONTINUE
TO SERVE ME. THEN YOU OFFERED ME A DRINK OF FALSE
ALIBIES.TRIFLING IS WHAT I CALL IT. ONLY A COWARD
ACTS LIKES THIS. TRUTH ALWAYS SUFACE TO THE TOP.....
I play with sunbeams and my friend
until these moments come to end.
Again my open book will send
me to the places of world's end.
When day is done and last page read,
I go to pillow and to bed.
Dreams to daylight as night is shed
and I to bright, new places led.
When night has come, I'm off the hook
and I'll return to read my book.
Looking forward to cozy nook,
serious words, some gobbledygook.
STUFF EARS BLURRED EYES
the phone rings
someone calling I annswer it
“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..”
“Wha... it's 4 am in the morning???
sun rises
above the horizon
must be now morning
I look out the window Why?
hush the phone place it off the hook...
stuff ears
close the shades, and curtains
sun blinding my eyes
ears ringing
blurred eyes
3/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
I left the pages of my book clumsily open,
the phone off the hook and what was said hanging;
I walked for hours and hours, hallow inside, empty,
the words said, echoing and my mind over and over;
why, why, why . . . I silently screamed.
______________________
February 23, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Why, Why, Why
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1117-689-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I am Freaking the F+!K OUT!
Off the hook look out I shout
Straight eyes laced with buckets of doubt
Trying to figure out what you're all about
Blood pressure high as a kite
Paranoid look left, look right
Dumbfounded your look shining not so bright
You picked the wrong victim tonight
Double backed behind a wall I hide
Me and my girl die or ride
As you pass we step by your side
The rest is a story off how you died
Bye...Bye...
The mirrors and furniture are sheeted.
Love has eaten me up
like a fancy box of chocolates
now completely gone.
My phone is clean off the hook.
Voices carry emotion
and always the opinions, opinions, opinions.
Nobody can worm their way in now.
Hell is not going to break
its way through to me.
I sit utterly quiet with my hand placed
on my stomach.
This is how somebody will find me-
as calm as a glass vase
in the cupboard at midnight.
V A L E N
sleepy v a l e n….snore
the day cupid wore
me out with pain and meds
sleepy v a l e n..biz
busy that is
for my love
this holiday’s not
a bunch of chocolate
or gifts…i don’t care
‘cause we’ve suffered
through good and bad
weathered the storm
letting the fish off the hook
my man i so love and
besides we bought a car
this one is just the oddball
year of pain and cheer
yes cheer because i’m loved
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
I as I
You as you
Me as myself
You as Yourself
Disconnected by I and You
You and I by disconnected
You and I are off the hook.
I as You
You as I
You and I both know who they are.
You know, the people you do not ever want to be like.
To them, we are them; to us they are them...
Obviously
We are all them.
Not
I as I and you as you
Only
Together we become us!
May 21,2017