Short Shove Poems
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its wet ans slick
you musr be quick
try not fall
get near the wall
as you go walk slow
aware we care
time for the
SHOVE AND THE SNOW
its comes down soft
mabe on your loft
from the started
the back yard
then the wind blow
to get clean its not a dream
its the
SHOVE AND THE SNOW
The "Brotherly Shove"
also known as the "Tush Push"
works for the Eagles.
When they need some short yardage
for a first down or touchdown.
when it snow
it hard way to go
you get stuck
tho wo need a buck
come long
mabe a drive home
to get you out
so you not there for ever
its the THE SNOW AND THE SHOVE
Is it or not
that the fittest make it
the weak may not
survival depends
on attitude
frame of mind
positivity
you come like
a tornado in
my face but
I can see through
the destruction
now it's position
that matters
status you say
I say it is
a case of
push and shove
trying to dominate
time will sort it.
When push comes to shove,
And life gives you no hope,
Nor love or care,
You wonder when something good will be there.
And through broken reality comes true broken epiphany
And nothing but grey clouds and rain
Fall down on your sorry life.
But, days will come when people will see
That you are what they truely need.
I filled out my taxes today.
The IRS said you must pay!
Since you're still in jail.
Then get out on bail.
Paying's much better that way!
.
I told them just where they could shove it.
They didn't like that not one bit.
The sun doesn't shine.
In that place sublime.
It's right in the place where they sit!
*For Carolyn Devonshires contest "Taxing Times"
See that Santa
He's by the fire
He's bringing gifts
a tree can mire
While stoking stockings
joy will sire
Each Christmas wish
becomes real spire
That all be children
for the light
When tasked for presents
born to right
That all who rate
their children's smile
Will do so
telling tales awhile
When all along
their children's love
Is more than gifts
but some-ware shove
I played on the phonograph, some serenade,
I was listening to it, while I layed.
The serenade with my feelings created a fusion,
Then I stepped into the world of my delusion.
She was holding my hand tightly,
This made me believe that this was a nuisance kind a illusion.
Then a hot fleeing piece fell on to the phonograph creating a diffusion;
Soon flames lept on me,
To save myself i took out a shove,
But no sooner covered with flames not of fire but of love.
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