Short Send Out Poems
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am not a jerk
i go to work
everyday
in my office i stay
love to bruch
when it time for lunch
i call or send out offic man
get some food and its cool
i by from the ANN
THE
HOT SOUP STAND
its the right time
to have love in mine
send a card
thats paper hard
write sometime odd
say i do i love you
give a gift don't be a stiff
send out a toy
for a poor girls or boy
its the
SEASON TO ENJOY
Trump Final Outcome
With Trump what will be final outcome
Probably end up becoming a bum
Borrowing to assist income taxes
Send out tweets as well as faxes
Grand total never equals its each sum.
Jim Horn
On fertile soil I sow my seeds, willing them to grow…
Every day I tend to them you see, guiding their fruits to show…
With all the love I give to thee the harvest should not be slow…
Should I send out concern or worry, its manifest will go…
Mayday!
Mayday!
This heavy heart is drowning me
I'm distressed and in a panic
And so far away from shore
Call the coast guard!
Send out an SOS!
I'm not equipped to say goodbye
In unchartered waters, you left me behind
Alone
To navigate your stormy seas
Arising from my humble abode
on the Lower East Side
I send out my message
I may trouble
the "wise and the great"
with my words
Icy winds will seem
are blowing now
yet the words keep coming
Once you are out there (published)
You are EXPOSED
Little Bo peep
Where are your sheep
You looked around to find them
They didn’t come home
Now you’re all alone
Stuck in a sad zone
Just waiting for them
To come home
Little Bo peep
You lost your sheep
And now trying to find them
Just send out a drone
To lead them back home
So, you won’t be all alone
We wrap up a present,
Wrap up a tale;
Wrap a package that we plan
To send out through the mail.
We wrap a scarf around us;
Wrap some cold cuts tight,
So the insides won't fall out
Each time we take a bite.
A comic wraps his set up
And now the time is here,
As I am sure you've figured out,
To wrap up one more year.
Stopped for a moment
Took the time
to write some verse
Without revising I
send out this work
Surely you realize that poetry can change
life's leaden metal into gold
Like a silent symphony
it can grab
your heart
Like a musical concert
it blasts the senses with love
Fly with poetry!
Feel the transformation!
My health is precarious
But I have a pen and pen by my side
So, once more I make the effort at verse
I have been published even reviewed
So I send out greeings
to all you versifiers out there
Keep up your verse!
It is something
which will sustain you
As th whirlwind of time
keeps rushing by
Peace & Love
are the answer!
Some scents of perfume,
send messages to my brain. I want to touch,
to feel you again. I love the scent you
send out. I love the way it makes me feel.
I know not why, my mind's a glitter.
I feel your scent and I am not bitter.
So, scent me once again, with that
smell, and I will be happier than one
in hell.
Why do others criticize
If they looked with open eyes
They will see a big difference
If they found some common sense
To know someone before they judge
Let's give our minds a little nudge
And let love flow from closed up hearts
It would be the perfect start
So before you do and say
Mean and rotten things this way
Hurting someone you don't know
Reverse it let the anger go
They battled like
wolves
in
a
forest
But the dust has
settled
Personally , I see
dark days ahead
for our homeland
However, let us pray
for the best
Angry protestors
now fill our streets
I have been to protest in my life
Now I will pick up my pen
I. Matthew Anish
send out this ode to all of you
out there in the darkness
Arising from my humble
home
on the Lower East Side
I send out my messages
Intending to trouble the "wise and the great"
with my words
Icy winds will soon
be blowing here
but the words keep coming
They - As I said - are reaching the brains
of the "wise and the great"
What impact they will have
is known to
none
Once you are out there
you are "EXPOSED"
I sit on your garbage can and fiddle with a knob
Your back door shakes a bit, I search for a corn cob
Smash goes the lid to your aluminum garbage can
I am the man, I think now, I am the man!
You are in your kitchen, terrified to see that knob
Slowly move back and forth; my cousin has the corn cob
Fighting ensues, we slap each other and screech
You call the cops. They send out Officer Leech.
Grasshopper moth queen’s job is a delicate one.
She must send out the tiny moths one by one.
Hope and optimism are tucked away in their wings
They fly as delicately as a robin sing.
She is thoughtful and kind, and she uses a light touch.
The moths that are sent, love her help very much.
They sprinkle joy amid the common folk and the fey.
It is their job to bring happiness to the end of each day.
Holistic healing
Wholeness and meaning
Success and greatness
Spring, moucherom like,
Upon the deepest recess
Of your thoght process.
Before striving for success
In your day-to-day business
Strive for success
In your thought process.
You're a sending medium
You're a receiving medium
You mostly get back
Only what you send aout
Send out love
Send out hope
Send out wisdom
Sensd out compassion
A deep and lasting
peace
has been disturbed
by the winds
of our time
Shadows on the land
For every postcard
you send out
during this time of
cool winds
You will receive
and answer
It may not be the
answer you wanted
But know that
the sun, moon, and stars
Are all on your side
Far distant galaxies
are calling your NAME
Call your mother once a day
Or she will hunt you down.
She’ll send out scouts
Enlist the cops and a sniffing hound
Call your mother once a day
Or you’ll be sad to see
A video of you on the news
And on a milk carton your picture will soon be.
Call your mother once a day, daughter,
Or your life will have less laughter.
You think getting married will stop her?
No. Now she has two of you to go after.
Scenes depicting hot dancers(forgot my West Coast Swing)
she keeps the juice in her hip flask - can't drink anymore damn it!
Watching Broadway shows
is a great thing to do '
I invite you to New York to see some
I send out this poem on the "net"
hoping to hear from you poets out there
Some people love poety
Others hate it
I am sure all of you out there in the darkness
Fall into the former group!
We receive light
from a powerful star
which enables us to survive
Our finite time here
is really something of a miracle
Scientists will analyze it
but true appreciation of this wonder
belongs to the poets
Our time is brief
we must do what we can within its confines
Eyes light up on warm, sunny days
Our hearts send out our thanks
To whomever is responsible for this magic
It is a gift, I believe
from the Master of Forever
Women who stay have dog love.
Beat me.
Kick me.
Demoralize me and my children.
Put me down.
Call me names.
I will love you no matter what.
Women who stay are waiting to recapture
The love that was,
and hold onto the
What still might be
He didn't mean it.
It was only once.
He's a good guy.
Women who stay have dog love.
Their abusers depend on it.
Stay all you want, women,
But could you please
send out the children?
The air is thick
with the politics of harassment
There has been a seismic change
in the national psyche
Personally , I would rather put pen
to paper
and send out verse
than abuse people
that is obvious in our time
In a thousand years they will
look back and think us primitive
provided our civilization
lasts that long
and doesn't become
radioactive waste
let us hope and pray
that it doiesn't
Proud, ego - driven individuals
Send out their words in the summer's hot atmosphere
Democracy is messy
But it's the best we have
It has its enemies
on both left and right
But we must stand tall
and not let our institutions fall
Before the blasts of those
who would undermine our freedom
Tonight I will watch the debate
Between the candidates for governor
I think it matters
And I will proudly cast my ballot
As fall reaches out to us
Went by robin's tree house,
this morning, stopped by
to listen to wonderful
sounds they send out.
Such a warm welcome
they gave me, so
many of them spoke
to me, as I listened,
with a close ear,
cool air on this
fine day, makes
them so happy.
We say our good byes,
soon they will depart
Lowell ponds for
warmer places.
As I said "Goodbye
my friend," to a robin
on a branch, he looked
me in the eye and,
gave me a chirp.
wrote 9-28-07