Short Pacifier Poems
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Like commode water
Once cherished times
Were flushed from the mind,
Cherished times pooled
Beneath observable wants
Leaving the pacifier of friendship
Resting between the lips of our souls.
Able bodied children dead!
Even fate grieves hopelessly
In justified keening, lamentation, mourning.
Not one pacifier!
Queens royally sejant...
Troops under vultures' wings,
Xylophones yack zealously...
Trump Big Baby Born a Papoose
We gave up Trump saying what is the use;
Trump acts like big baby born a papoose,
Out words spitting,
And never quitting;
While in public pacifier he will produce.
Jim Horn
When I can't sleep
When am down
When I grow white hair waiting
When I want to dream
When am worried
When I want to feel good
When I want to hide
When I want to be left alone
When I want to connect
When i have no choice
When, i can choose
Spotless lady bugs parade out of the envelope
We have never seen anything like this
Where did you order this stuff? My husband asks.
The return label says China
The bugs keep marching steadily toward us.
They are now on the recliner, the counter, the baby’s pacifier.
Just be glad they are not bats, I say quietly
As one enters my mouth.
enough for her
alone
what stones she shreds to daylight
stars look up on her cotton candy pacifier
sun felt blowing glass moons dream denier
sky stretched her horizons as miles waited
ends pitch forked and surrendering
darkness baked a cake
she blows flame ing
candles change
minds light
as time blurrs
alone
enough for her
?
Congratulations to you both on your son’s absurdly early acceptance to Yale
For he has succeeded where so many others fail
Just so you know in advance, he can bring his favorite bottle with him
disposable diapers, pacifier, and for the brand-new campus sandbox
~ Don't forget to pack his bucket and pail!
His body pleading for one more drop.
Wailing as it is crippled with pain.
His beating heart begs for just one more taste.
Like a baby cries for its pacifier,
his arm cries for the needle.
The blood running through his veins craves the numbing
feel of its long lost friend.
With his hands trembling,
and eyes watering,
he attempts to feed his addiction.
But the needle will never satisfy the addiction,
just like a pacifier will never satisfy hunger.
Form:
Though not a baby
he needs this pacifier
His veins are crying out to him
For a shot of heroine
They must be fed
The fix is in
He has sown the seeds of addiction
and now it's time to reap
Having been fed, he sleeps
but he has fallen in too deep
He will not awaken from this ...
nightmare... needles dripping....
tears..
the needles lay scattered on the floor
but his veins will cry no more
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