Short Rations Poems

one chicadee sits 
on end of feeder, one far end...
balanced rations  ...

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How can we relax?
When machine guns take virginities,
When people are forced from their homes,
Or die,
Where receiving rations is taboo,
Where hope ceases to arrive,
Think of Darfur,
When you lay to sleep....

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Rain brought floods,
Roads like lakes,
Houses sank up to nose,
People left homeless,
Relief measures taking measurements,
Dried rations and dresses to address,
All cattle in battle without care a little,
Oh,Noah where is the ark?...

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There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills....

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The ducks have come a long way
for rations from my high hand.

The best crumbs 
I keep to myself.

I don’t have to share at all
what the master let fall
from his plate.

But I know what it’s like
to long for a meager scrap
that’s spied and sniffed

but never had.

May 6, 2015
for Feeding the Ducklings Contest...

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Oh no
It's wearing off
The high
From yesterday
Is draining away
Rain gutters clean
No longer hold it in,
Need another
Larger dose,
Need to up
The rations
Increase
The morphine drip,
Refill my prescription;
Doctor says
An overdose
Would actually
Do me well,
So what do you say?
Break me off
A bigger rock next time?
Ease my trembling hands......

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Optio's! Centurions! Lend me your ears
But finish your rations and down your beers

For tommorow awaits the adventure of a life time
We battle our enemies for many bloody crimes

So tonight go home and bed your wives
Because some of you will lose your lives

Fill your bellies and admire your friends
For they will follow you to all your ends...

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captain Breckenridge, listen to what I said
the crew is hungry because they are not getting fed
our rations are low and if you give it time, 
we shall have a mutiny on our hands
just give me the order and say it with me,
captain Breckenridge
someone shall walk the plank and
the hungry sharks are wolves tonight,
aye, and the sharks are waiting overboard, 
to be fed...

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Verse 1

His lips
Passion bliss
Wanna kiss
Not hiss
Nor diss

With This boy I Miss
With This boy I Miss

Verse 2

Saultry eyes
Shapely thighs
Makes me high
I'm going to fly
And try


With This Boy I Miss
With This Boy I Miss

Verse 3

Hot passions
Smooth fashions
Foods Rations
I'm Stashing
Not Cashing


With This Boy I Miss
With This Boy I Miss...

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FANTASY

I dreamt of magic, crystals and potions
Millions upon millions upon millions of minions
Plenty of artifacts, many creations
Dungeons and dragons, abyss, oblivion
All those catacombs, they call civilization
No nations, just rations, epics and sermons
Gods and demons that live on donations
Horses, bards and whores and all them corpses
Sticky fingers up their @$$3$...

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Scrooge counted pennies
no waste at his door
Steve however was very
very very poor
brandy sour was all there was
the sweetness all gone
with morning doves
no food for thought
rations the norm
Jane left when eyes were closed
the street her only new chore
a penny for ones thoughts
as history repeats
Napoleon marched
many died
I sip my brandy
asking why?...

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when it comes to ones passion
mine comes in a shape and in a form
starting with my little girl's own fashion
for life and for another caught in a storm
for I love her butterfly kiss rations
for it keeps my lonely heart feeling warm



Tribute To My Little Angel
Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut


Also entry for Trudy Diane Rider's Contest
Hopelessly Devoted What's Your Passion?...

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With a small blue pocket knife
Willem whittles wood, fashions
simple dolls.  His old-age life
consists of morning rations:
stale bread, coffee, a few
almonds, apples he portions
into quarters saving two
for the old gray mare.  Today
cool delta breezes flow through
an unkempt yard; two willows sway.
Willem says his life's okay.
Staring out across the lawn
he sighs--wonders where it's gone....

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Scrambling for the happy life
in a stormy sea

The waves seem to rise
a watery high

Screaming to be heard
a noisey roar

The traveling highway
I cannot egnore

Where is my beating heart
which stress is a part

Nature is plastering me
like crazy art
 
Picasso in reverse, retreating,
repeating  vibrations

and I am drowning
in lifes bountious rations

Trouble and woe-zy
that's me from head to toe-zy....

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So many times our lives rearranged
    Resilient we are, accustomed to change

  Wars, Revolutions, Coups and Upheavals
    Plunder and Pillage and assorted evils

  Recessions, Depressions, Runaway Inflation
    Calls for austerity and eating food rations

  Bankruptcies, lay-offs, terminations
    Then all of a sudden, rejuvenations  

  So go with the flow, and just do your best
    Give yourself one leg up on the rest...

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Sticks with poison chopper blades spinning
Descending Dust off to the ground
Yellow smoke alerting grenades launching
Red cross landing AK’s shooting
Bloody men lifted aboard 

Bandages dripping with blood
Traps set bouncing Betty ready
C rations ate M-16 awaits 
Back to fighting a war
Naked and afraid 

When will I wake up from this nightmare

Contest: NUDE descending Staircase
Sponsored by: John lawless
Date Created: 10/09/2019...

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I’m not sure but I have a hunch
That people indulging in brunch
Wake up pretty late
So think it is great
To eat breakfast when I would eat lunch.

By giving a fancyish name
Those late-risers think they can claim
That their honest intent
Is for time to be spent
Making breakfast and lunch seem the same.

There are crossovers, I will admit
And both meals are considered legit
But we early birds need
For our day to proceed
Morning rations or throats will be slit....

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Bashing and defacing articulate less
when we are proficient to express

As a cygnet being assailed by a heron
we remain quite emotionally barren

We leave our nest never to return to it
aghast if we didn't could might be bit

Pursuing rations in the unknown colossal
hoping to be saved by an alarmed apostle

We'll grow to be a majestic radiant pawn
charge wherein uncharted territory dawn

Astute to achieve amplitude for to appease
while bodies bend to worthy on our knees...

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