Short Pother Poems

DO IT HERE DO IT THERE
share show care
make pother aware
of his power
and love showers
some need  to know
so as you go
do it pray from above
SHARE GODS LOVE...

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It is a hole of black
Where I find myself
Cannot retract
I dug the hole myself

Thoughts of murk
Not substance from the mind of I
Yet in this darkness I lurk
Pleasing the sadness of I

O’ how dismal the dirty, gloom
How can you forgive me?
A pother creeps stealthily, my tomb
How can I forgive me?...

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I visit my nurse today
who gives me my injection
she always makes me feel okay
and has a superb complexion

There are other carers there
but Jen's the one I allow to dose
one prior orderly gave me a scare
almost fainted came near close

I'm glad we found each other
now there's no need to fear it
there never is a pother
I've found a kindred spirit...

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Why do you seek 
That which is yet seen
And find within not
That which is unseen

Will you not pother
Over that you can reach 
Perturb the one 
Within your touch 

But be that where 
Your sight is redundant
Steadily presents the chance 
To cerebrate stats of your being 

You are defenceless 
To what your eyes can't pierce 
Why not do
With that you can feel

Live on
Progress on life...

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All a platonic trend.
Two brothers and a friend.
Since childhood all began.
From morning till night's end.
Fun times that they would spend.
Till love hath just descend.

A friend with boxed glove.
Brother, more sort of.
The wiles of young love.
A swoon mourning dove.
Played 'pull the leg of'.

Kissing booth scene.
Unraveled seams.
Break by all means.
Nothing but dreams.

None of that.
You spoiled brat.
Love at-bat.

Brother
Pother

Kiss...

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Who gave the order?
What hellish scene (pre-packaged for a mime)
watched my startled eyes?

An old man or a young demon
postures in a pother of lies,
a high priest of low ideas.

I ponder, I shake a thousand
chin-wagging times.
I must know
what killer-clown gave the order
for us to obey and nod,

and did they expect instead
this endless laughter and derision
not the devilish division
they had so long planed for?

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Biden flapping his gums in Philly...

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Cypress ‘knee's’ lap in the light
as dusk wades in.

Evening parachutes down,
it plants shallow pother
around ankle-deep trunks.

Anhinga necks stir shadows
under a low moon.
This is the gurgling gills
of a melting evening.
 
Florida ends at every lakeshore
where night-fevers begin.
A heated gloom that thickens
where bugs quicken.

We are locked into the chaffing songs
of crickets, 
the drilling buzz of mosquitoes,
as cypress roots soak
in the dark dank air....

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