Short Pother Poems
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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
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?
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
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
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
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
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.