Short Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Politics
in Hyde Park
was at the end of a shtick
FDR’s mouthpiece
a cigarette holder
suspended over
his spinning wheels
Pearl Harbor
a puff of smoke
It was a new deal
It was big
The peace pipe
signaling
W A R
USA
evened the score
The so called Tinder Swindler is a Coward
He is a Joke
One Netflix documentary and the pathetic little man
Vanished in a puff of smoke
An imaginative guy whose games are over now
Plastic surgery may transform that face
But the evil that resides in those eyes and soul can never be replaced!
yes we all must vanish
so true you see
As a puff of smoke
in a gentle breeze
As a rising warmth
on a winter freeze
Our moments numbered
- leaves on trees
Til the autumn dawns
and tugs them free
yes we all must vanish
so true you see
yes we all must vanish
both you and me
Form:
Cant i belive the regrete of ever getting with you? Or ever belive that you ever loved me?
I still love you there is nothing i can do that will stop the hurt. I want you to touch my body
once more to be able to hold your hand hold you in my hands at all. I be missin you forever
there is nothing i can do to help that fact.
Please come back before everything i know goes to a puff of smoke.
Form:
I am leaping
Bounding
Running
Sprinting
Hurling myself towards the end of the runway
They say I’m moving too fast
That I need to slow down to see the sights
To experience life
To savor the moment
But I can’t.
I can’t slow down
Because I am
Bounding
Running
Sprinting
Hurling myself towards the end of the runway
So that eventually
In a puff of smoke
Before you even know it
I will lift off
And I will
Begin
To
Fly.
Form:
He was the blade that cut deep into my flesh
And the blood that ran cold from my veins,
Dripping from my fingertips.
He was the puff of smoke blown in my face
Out of a friend’s mouth
And the hot ember that burnt my lungs.
He was the venom that stung my skin
And the spider making webs
In every corner of my room.
He was the incurable disease
That no doctor could detect
And the drug I took to forget
That I was dying because of him.
I'd say I do tomorrow
Should the stars align
And if you wanted I'd be yours
I'd want you to be mine
I wish tomorrow were today
I crave your love so much
A tender moment waiting
Commencing with your touch
A little spark, a puff of smoke
A single dancing flame
Fed by fuel of passion
Explosions self contained
I think together we could make
Some music beautifully
You're country, folk, you're rock and roll
Yeah, you're the one for me!
Denim jacket, stained Tshirt, tattered jeans
Another cup of coffee, dream away your dreams
One more cigarette to pass the time of day
The street of life is slow, without the means to pay
The hum of the mass is all around
Silence begets you in your world of lost and found
Another puff of smoke passes through those lips
The dregs of your coffee still at your finger tips
The different shades of blue in those denim jeans
Somewhat faded like your hopes and dreams
Parted curtains
puff of smoke.
Parlor trick
or cruel joke?
First a bat,
then human form—
eyes aglow,
fangs enorm.
And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.
But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
reactions slow.
As he lunged
I stepped aside;
mallet ready,
his chest I eyed.
He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.
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