Short On The Double Poems
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There is a young girl at my school,
But when she tries to act cool,
She gets into trouble,
And there on the double,
Suddenly, she became the fool.
If someone could fart in a bubble
Would save us a great deal of trouble
To float then on high
And burst in the sky
The clouds would clear out on the double
Getting to the store quick on the double,
their faces look anxious and troubled,
minutes to spare,
pulling out their hair,
caffeine the hustle in their bustle.
12-22-16
Do not throw your life away
You have a lot to live for
Just get off of those streets
That is for sure
Nothing but terrains and trivails
Along with lots of trouble
Get it all together
And move on the double
I am in big trouble
My mind is in a muddle
My tears have formed a puddle
My head is in a bubble
My heart feels befuddled
My life has turned to rubble
I desperately need a cuddle
On the double ….!!
Life is hard for us all
Everyone goes through a struggle
Keep fighting your way through
And move on the double
Darkness may appear
But, we must reach towards the light
Remove from those clouds
And make your world bright
The streets are no place to live
For they are filled with trouble
Just pick yourself up
And move on the double
Situations are cloudy
Filled with corruption and strife
Remove yourself from darkness
And take back your life
Fred Flintstone
In Bedrock he was known
His cat would always put him out
And for Wilma he would shout
Barney Rubble
Was always there on the double
To get Fred out of a jam
Then he would scram
Example For my Contest
8-28-2021
Stationed in west-London
Run to the further spot.
I stationed in west-London.
Together from the east.
Running from the West
Serious cup of tea.
Earl Grey and a Biscuit.
Evironmental trouble
Someone on the double.
West-end
To the East-end.
I lose awhile the harried world's hysteria,
Seeing you so winsome in Wisteria.
If only I could mend my mind with mystery,
Could balance on the double edge of history,
I would tell the world how time may linger,
Lovely on a petal or a finger.
Gwen’s contest sure gave me lots of trouble,
The entries made me laugh on the double,
As I have a cold
I laughed, cried and rolled,
Until alas, I blew a snot bubble!
Thanks to Gwen and all you contestants for the entertainment! Loved this contest!
Confusion and frustration are present
We may be lost in the shuffle
Just get it together immediately
And move on the double
Nothing but pandemonium
Not a soul knows what is taking place
Some people are bound to run
And shield themselves from the bitter disgrace
Heading down a corruptive path
Will put you in a lot of trouble
Your life will sadly become a dead end
If you do not move on the double
Darkness will rear its ugly head
And the walls will come closing in
Quit hanging around bad company
Make better choices my friend
Hearts on fire
Over heads that sire
New couple on the double
Every action becomes triple
Yearning for each other's hand
Maneuvering who has a better hand
On truth or consequence
Or Games of the General
No arbiter is allowed... just being real and literal!
Joy rhythm, innate aliveness
We’re here, so enjoy life
In joyous, impish, playfulness
Suffused with God’s love rife
Hermit, sound the bugle
March forth on the double
Laughing when we tumble
See! No chasm
Joy rhythm
28-February-2022
Quietus
Spelling of Church
C is for Christ, the main man in my life
H is for helping his children create a start
U is for understanding the wrong from the right
R is for reading my Bible day and night
C is for courage and strength on the double
H is for God’s hand that keeps me out of trouble
redeeming
are we talking church
or the five cent of a magician
as tithe you are greedy to dare
on the double as I put my trash in hands.
collected recycled I do not need a pope
to spread the words of a meal shared with the world
as a lost soul I chose to travel the planets of dreams
and the exchange of a thank you and you welcome.
Running to escape
running from trouble
Pick up the pace
quick, on the double
Sweat pouring down
feet pounding the ground
Second wind comes along
now sprinting headlong …
He broke the tape
in record time, wahoo!
What he's run from is clear
~ but what’s there to run to
Words burnt in my brain,
Times not to come again,'
Of long lost childhood,
Things motherly-good?
"Go and play!"
That's all she'd say,
In a big back yard,
Veggie patch too hard,
Mud pies we played,
Fun times stayed,
Boy, was there trouble!
Fled on the double,
"Go and play!"
That's all she'd say,
Long lost childhood,
Things maternal--good?
I'm hiding, I'm hiding I know that i'm in trouble. My mom said be home at 8:00 I'm late now i better get home on the double. My mom should know that i am only a kid. She'd really freak out if she knew half the stuff i did.
Like having my friends crawl through the windows at night, sneaking in beer and smokes, getting drunk, acting stupid having a few tokes.
Listen to poem:
she was adorable and sweet
cute as a button two left feet
she was a ball of fun
never walked would run
anything but bleak
she had a dark streak
there on the double
loved to stir up trouble
happy to test our patience
flaunting a hint of genius
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A CHILD'S WORLD~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on July 6, 2019
Upon the Occasion of No Charges Filed
Against the Cops Who "Accidentally"
Fired 107 Bullets at an Innocent
Mother and Child.
Our heroic boys in blue
No matter what else they do
Like to shoot you on the double
Know they'll never get in trouble
Never have to raise the bail
Never serve a day in jail
They're the heroes of our nation
On another paid vacation.
If my taste starts to fade, stick around I'm in style
Evergreen, Peppermint, did I just see you smile?
Chew my wad, blow a bubble
Be minty fresh on the double
I am gum, chew on that for a while
I please and abide like your loyal chum
Then you spit me out like a skid row bum
But chew me at your pleasure
I'm a tried-and-true treasure
I am comfort, I am delight, I am gum!
Passion gets me in trouble
It motivates me to do things on the double.
Passion drives me quite wild
Especially if it's regarding my child.
Or anyone else for whom I care deeply.
Patience is something I've had to learn
What others were born with, I've had to earn.
Patience and passion go hand in hand
That's how I imagine the promised land.
Hope y'all don't find this too creepy!
More lipstick! cheered Katie’s brother six-year-old Bard.
Get both cheeks! Get your mouth! How about your nose?
Three-year-old Katie is smearing lipstick on her lips and cheeks
Bard is encouraging her to mess her face all up.
Hoping she would soon lose her "favorite child" place in the family.
Loving what he think is going to get her into a lot of trouble.
“Bard!” His mother yelled. “Come here on the double!”