Short Pocks Poems

vietnam reflections 1

i think that ihave madness
it shines through
most of what i see
and much of what i do.
lunacy pocks my being
some of what i am seeing
does not exist at all
maybe this is sanity  
that goes before my fall....

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How To Coax A Hoax

There are many ways we along can coax,
Things that  have appeared to be a hoax;
Brain disolved,
When involved,
So played around with by giving it pocks.

MSNBC was talking about a hoax so I
wrote this.

Jim Horn...

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As deep as beauty pocks.
It’s cheap light and moon rocks.

The pull of pow’r suspense -
A full figured expense.

A grand trip into space,
Is manned by human race.

This dame was but a child.
Launched fame ~ undaunted, wild.

7/10/2020
Verses In Essence - 8 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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Winter fairies tunnel deep in snowbanks
pop up here and there- unleashing a prank
they're fond of black ice pie
canning fruit and fireflies
above each of their doors hangs a snowflake.

Come spring they have to be on the caution
when the skyline pocks with blackbird and hawk
if they let their shields rest
bones will line every nest 
and their souls will become wee puffs of chalk....

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I'm new to the scars
They look so harsh
And now I wonder
about the upcoming thunder
Afraid I'm? 
Afraid to surrender! 

I'm new to the burns 
My serenity, looks like they yearns
And now I wonder
about the upcoming blunder
Afraid I'm? 
Afraid to surrender! 

I'm new to the pocks
They entered without any knocks
And now I wonder
what could be another? 
Afraid I'm? 
Afraid to surrender!...

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Let me dance a slow dance with time
skipping and hopping in a straight line
without twists or turns,
without pocks in the sidewalk
to trip, fall down and bruise-up
this child's knees.

Let me dance, jump and pirouette
with hip-hop soft-shoe tap dancing;
maybe a tango, maybe a waltz,
maybe a drum-line, maybe a march,
maybe a cha-cha-cha, maybe a rumba~
all the way into the Grandest Ballroom....

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Imagine you opened First Aid Box
And, of all things, saw the blood of ox
While you’d wanted to help your Small Pox,
Would it you panic to leave your pocks
Or would you for gloves try your two socks
Or to gods try to sacrifice cocks
Or off speed in the manner of Cox
After reasoning things out like a fox?
Ox blood-stains on all sides of The Box!

Whichever you choose, not what one mocks:
This is The Twenty-First Century;
Much caution in handing injury....

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