Short Pips Poems

We're waiting
For the school radio to start,
Then hear four pips,
Teacher quips
"What does that mean?"
I perk up 
"He's just eaten an apple"
Class collapses.
One of the first
Funny things I'd said
And quite possibly
One of the last....

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Jacta Alea Est

By Gary L Thomas 



A box with six sides 
And pips on each 
Taunts me to action 
Don't want to crap-out now. 
\But it's way too late for ponderance. 
The bottle's been uncorked 
The brew lies in my belly beaming: 
Gotcha' again....

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We're waiting
for the school radio to start,
Then hear four pips,
Teacher quips,
"What does that mean?"
I perk up,
"He's just eaten an apple".
Class collapses,
One of the first funny things
I'd said
And quite possibly
One of the last....

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She’s a nude on a rug made of skin 
Big and busty, inviting you in
With those come hither eyes
And her nutcracker thighs
Resistance would be such a sin

A temptress with ruby red lips
Enormous and thunderous hips
Should she coax you inside
You will get such a ride
Just be sure to hang on to your pips...

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watermelon smile
hard green skin hides your beauty
i spit out the pips

12~31~16


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Three lines of galloping poetic thought
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sweet yet sour,
eaten by the hour,
with pips or pip-less,
none the less scrumptious!

We have green we have red,
and when left to dry,
we can bake raisin bread...

but even better,
we make wine,
that when drunk,
makes us feel fine -
It makes us smile,
just for a little while,
before we collapse on our bed,
and wake up to dread,
the effect on our head!...

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glass
fragile
shattering
splinters and shards 
sliced

fruit
apple
tangerine 
pomegranate
pips

storms
gather
culminate
massive downpour
drench

swoop
gliding
heavenwards
to loop the loop
thrill

web
spider
abandoned
is beautiful
still

lone
lonely
loneliness
longing loving
lost

stars
shine on
beyond death
ethereal
dust...

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I swept the cinders from the hearth 
clambake soot billowed veils 
of a past where frequent refuge sought 
the path that never pales. 
Eyes of mine, their apples cored, 
pips blackly shone and squeaked; 
with laughing tears trickling, 
the moistened lustre leaked. 
Young at heart, you twinkle bright 
a gem in memories of grey, 
a fire to ignite my life, 
a light to guide the way......

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mama

mama
when a life was cool
in your house called a womb
with silence and warth
protected like a yard
and happy like a child

mama 
when i was out like pips
with tears rolling on my cheeks
you held me tight
as  i also felt fine

with you mama
my world grec beautiful
and nothing becoming awful
now am finding my way
with the knowledge you shared with me
though i have no payments
i can still tell the world that you are great...

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pips
pine
poses
perfect
perfectly
perfected
perfecting
perfectionism
perfectionistly so
he played his harp
only heard in the dark
shadows shattered rest
broken by silences test
waves wane on sound
vibrations are bound
touching chaotic'ing realms
brushing neurotic'ing whelms
blushing arts streaming scars
prancing like gleaming shards
glancing with seeming stars
romancing  loves branded 
regaurds
only heard
in
the
dark
he played his harp
?...

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