Short Skit Poems

Life is but a skit
Away from home or in it
Eases pain a bit....

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Parking lot
take you with me
take your book fly it
parking lot skit...

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1.
mind's edge blunted
desert devoid of markers
my tears wet dry sand

July 29, 2014

2.
seasonal picture
don’t let me add a thing please
your haiku not mine

June 6, 2016

3.
missing photographs
real content camera shy
skit artist needed

June 6, 2016
Brian Johnston...

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The Eve has rendered her gentle skit
And covered blooms hidden from view.
The moonlit moths perform their flit,
The Eve has rendered her gentle skit.
Squirrels and rabbits trample swits
And wait for daybreaks morning dew
The Eve has rendered her gentle skit
And covered blooms hidden from view....

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Poetry is inspirational rap
It sounds like a tap dancers
Tap, tap

Poetry floats
Like keynotes
“C” minor or
“A” flat

It’s the Jazzman’s skit scat
The Blues man’s fat
The Rockers bang their guitars
Like a baller uses his bat

Poetry
Is just
Like
That

Just 
Like
That

Just 
Like 
That...

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Mary Skit was full of hot air
                                             She was a balloon to be fair
                                                      She ate turnip
                                                 Checked her burn up
                                        And swooshed to the sky body bare...

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There is a saying life imitates art
And in this short skit Politics is explicitly part
Allow me to explashiate
The flood gates has opened up mate
Email gate
Section 34 gate
NGC gate
David West gate
Prison gate
Life sport gate
South to North gate
Blindfold gate
And over spending Bills Gate

©Copyright June 2, 2015 by Brian Pierre-Alexander...

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<          once there was a redhead gal name lucy
            now skit comes to mind is real juicy
            job switching with the men
            conveyer belt takes a spin
            chocolate oh how did she loosey



Entry For Shani Fassbender's
Favorite Television Show / Episode Remembered


I Chose I Love Lucy
 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/1/11...

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I am a prophet of peace,
A procurer of leaves; 
Catcher of breeze.
Visions of thieves?
No such disease
I live in the trees.
Free from taxes and fees. 
Share it with me?
Comparatively, believe
unless you're bereaved
to heave
a shiv
into thine rift
of sand that sifts.
I do uplift
my fist
to the outspoken
of wrist
to tap, even if a twit,
on this pit,
the internet skit....

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Of our ‘95 batch Amir Khan
Chocolate hero Taluka Pan
Sweetest boy and co-star mine
In dramas we acted then fine
Drama, skit or play those days
Possible with Vilas and Sajid always
Such a fabulous superb lad 
Always there to make me glad
Fun quarrel play and games
We shared in full flames
Still I’m his fan flawsome
For he’s more than wowsome
Now busy as a Realtor
And as an Easy Service Provider..!!...

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As a mind of oversized ears
keenly listening for connection
struck by the looming fears,
and the consistent results
before my eyes, manifested into presentation

The overarching realization
of said bodily disproportion
worthy of being a skit
to drown in a laughing fit

Oh woe, it's spread too far
tall enough to reach a star
imbalanced enough to eventually fall

Stretched beyond repair
just myself, without a pair...

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The dainty foot marks like daisy treads,
Loiters in her intoxication,
Places puddles in the perfume trail,
Coo's in enlightenment to my whistle.

Touch me not for she crushes my heart,
With her soft feet in black moccasins,
Chatter as she whispers on the walk,
In desire loves me to follow.

Lewd perfection I hoot in pursuit,
Swaying form winks as she turns to smiles,
Bottom lines skit in free offer,
Prejudiced I track the sensation....

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No more the curse of what is bad,
enduring cause, or so-so sad
I am the circle of the mad,
disciple of implore . . . the Had!

This venture, trusted counterfeit
the soul's combustion ~ make it fit,
alas, alack, the sum of it,
I am rescheduled ~ my work's bit!

Oh labor lost, the onion's pit
has much more flavor ~ keep, not spit
approve, thy own concern with grit,
a self conferring, truth not skit!

No cause demurring can restrict,
this thought occuring ~ I've had it!...

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She said she prefers humor
In a man.  I am no Shakespeare
But I know how to conjugate
With knack and with wit, even
The occasional split infinitive:
To gamely gabble as she giggles.

Where is the fun in that?  Better
To impress her with some slapstick
Skit, or razor sharp sarcastically
Spoken iambic limerick about
How good her big "bits" are, yes
My own form of comical flattery!

She is craving for it, the absence of
My despair (also known as tragedy)....

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Triple cointreau not a good idea.
I read books before they are thrown on the fire.
Leviathan and Iliad
Good books sometimes seem bad.
This land I inhabit not a place I want to be.
A desperate odyssey set for home.
Vodka and a redbull so disgusting.
Everyone I meet so distrusting.

Idle in a dream I sit.
Disparaged of a life that I skit.
A divine misery I write and live.
And in Inferno I die.
As silently I lie.
Sleep takes me
Sleep takes me.
Sleeping.
Silently....

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