Short One And Done Poems

One book done
Another about
To begin
Into the never
Let’s just stay like
This forever...

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golfers yearn to get a hole in one
to get it is thrilling, full of fun
wear two pairs of socks
don't keep in toe locks
throw one after hole in one is done...

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im the one you let get away i cared for you alot you dared to me walk away  your loss my im the one boss your gone im done lets put it behind your gone im done....

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One can only do
what one has done
(the need for practice)

One can only be
where one has traveled
to (a need for direction)

One can only love
if one has been loved
(a plea to parents)...

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Here, they create
Art, not hate
Of the street
Without defeat
Share with all
The Graffitti Wall

Judgement naught
Art, self-taught
Self expressions
Mood reflections
Having fun
One day, done...

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counting the garden
stop, there is but one and done 
including the Earth


Authors Note:  The author confesses; he was never good at math and never made it past the number one in his ability to count....

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There's a push in my pen 
   a coax in my keyboard
A prod 'cross my fingers
   a poke 'top my brain

Each sentence hides muscles
   nudging stanzas to bustle 
One poem's done, here comes the next
   press down on the keys, produce the text...

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When things begin to get hot,
You reveal what you have got.
Problems don't by themselves rot
Like blood would itself clot. 
Travails linger, not fade,
Until with them punches trade
It wouldn't be wise to rest, 
Until one has done ones best.
Say whether its true or not
You're no baby still in cot...

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The seat are worn
Sit on the springs
Heater doesn’t work
In winter freeze
Floor all rusted
     See the ground
Door held closed
     With a piece of wire
Windows don’t roll
     Rear one is done
All it really needs
     Is a new engine
Drop in a block
     It’ll fix every thing
Be good as new
     That’s all that it needs...

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. [for public domain]

To The Last Dish!

I'm devoting my remaining years coming
to washing my pile of dishes, (so numbing!)
for they're stacked to the ceiling, floor to top,
I'll wash to the finish, I won't ever stop.

Not for a break, not for a meal, not ever,
until the last one is done, Yes! Forever!
and there on my tombstone I want this much said,
"He died washing dishes. It killed him. He's dead."...

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I, the technologically challenged one,
am surfing the web even as we speak.
I thought computers would be one and done,
but now I find that we must all speak Greek
and learn the ins and out within a week.

This is nothing new; it's gone on for years.
I learned the basic Word and Excel stuff
once upon a time, but none of it clears
a temp agency, it's just not enough.
So in the end I'm playing blind man's bluff....

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The food was lodged in her throat, she was begining to turn blue,
but a local hillbilly with his daddy knew exactly what to do.
He lifted her dress and pulled down her drawers,
and proceeded to lick her entire hind quarters.
Shocked, the woman immediatly coughed the food out,
and thanked him for saving her life, reluctantly no doubt.
"Son," daddy said, "I couldn't be proud of you more.
Ya know, I heard about that hind lick procedure,
but never seen no one ever done it before."...

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