Short Smith Poems
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Matt Smith, sir sonic screwdriver
Can ya lend me a fiver
Let's bet and see who wins
Him or Leno in the Battle of the Chins
Ex architect Tony Smith loved space
especially with black surface
Romantic rather than minimal
engineered on a large scale
Wondrous danger
What you gonna do?
Livre
Read you idiot
Spell father correctly
What else is there
While I listen –
You attack
"Greetings, my name is Higzakolouvalopolistika Smith."
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Smith."
"Oh please, call me Higzakolouvalopolistika!"
Once knew a fellow by the name of John Smith
With a name so common something must be amiss
Perhaps a shady past
Molested some lass
Or perhaps threw his mummy-in-law off a cliff
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Adam Smith is a great moral philosopher,
Dear great big father of modern economics,
And very big supporter of freedom of markets
Magnificent main figure in economic thoughts
Patti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty planet.
When I met him
his hair was grey
And his wisdom shone forth
like a beacon
He knew that Shabbes
is an important
part of Judaism
He palyed guitar
and led us in prayer
He loved his family, his synagogue, his church
Gone from the Earth
Rabbi Harold Smith
Beauty and all its colors
Everything you could ever need
And everything you could ever want
She holds your heart
Makes every bad thing amazing
In times of need she is all you need
The only person you have truly loved
Holding the key to your heart and happiness
Chapters by Brett Young and Gavin DeGraw
Hell of a View by Eric Church
All of Me by John Legend
Rise up by Andra Day
Let’s Do it Again by J boog
On Tonight by Chase Rice
Timeless by Dallas Smith
The sound of a million dreams by David Nail
Everywhere by Chase Rice
SMITH AND JONES
smith
and jones
looking through
this tanka book
pages of weeping
from all over the world
smith and jones do not appear
smith and jones are so fortunate
to live their lives without life’s sorrows
or they are too blue-shirt common for words
Dave Austin
Chief John Smith was a learned chief
revered by some, respected by many
he had taken over the Chippewa as a young man
his peers were all gone now, for he was ninety-six
he figured he might have a year or two left
he lived to be one hundred and thirty-seven
surprising many including himself
When the apple dropped on Sir Newton's bean,
He cursed naughty words making quite a scene!
He was somewhat placated,
When to him 'twas related,
He'd found gravity, wholly unforeseen!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
you know how people are and how things go in life you need to prepare and be
stern and happy through out life and just know things that you need to know and
do something about them.....sometimes god says things to you that go right to
the core of your heart and you are one again with yourself.
Tim. Your latest poems stirred the memory of this one I recently penned.
I stumble down a street, cobbled with broken dreams,
hobbled by those memories chained around my heart.
Tears glisten as they're captured by silver moonbeams
tossed from Luna's fair hand as mine are gently caught.
BORN ANEW
When Spring comes again
not the warmth..nor the rain
not the yellow ..nor the green
not the grass or verdant scene;
not the winds or blossom bright
not the showers or more daylight;
but hearing creation's new birth
shouted aloud in sky and earth.
Format inspired by a Tim Dudley-Smith hymn
RIP- SAWYER SMITH--1982-2019 SKYDIVER
~A SUNSET LAYS HERE DEPARTED
SAWYER SMITH,
*AT SUNRISE HE DID DIE AS HE LIVED*
A DIVER WHOM FALLEN FELL FROM GRACE
"HE WHOM! JUMPS OFF CLIFFS"!~
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A few weeks ago, he gave a message
I barely contained tears, repentant heart
Yes, I was in church, and he's an elder
Refuses the title of pastor. Deserves it ever
My wife and I can talk, fellowship, listen
To a man - divorced 20 years - pure
As far as this world goes, purer still
In studying, glorying in God's known will
Memory has got deeper,
lake deep.
There’s a person yoyoing around in the water –
it’s a younger image of me.
I’m standing on the shore
trying to get his attention.
He rises to the surface:
"What you doing old guy"? He asks.
'I’m trying to save you'!
He smirks, swimming on serenely
toward this moment.
Continuation of the on going banter and poems posted by some lovely people since I posted my poem Passing Wind yesterday
I’ve been called some things in my life
A lovely mother and a wonderful wife
But Tim Smith just called a ‘Smelly Tart’
From now on I’ll just call him a cheeky old fart
I'M SIMPLY FARTBROKEN TIM
Jan Allison
1st July 2014
Savannah Rose
Annoying, friendly, caring, listener
Sister of Aaron and Carolyn
Lover of Art class, books, and my friends
Who feels embarrassment, happiness, and love
Who fears loss of friends, family, and chocolate
Who would like to see Journey from 1973, God, And Nephi
Resident of Anadarko,Oklahoma
Smith-Harper
Mary Smith, a famous knocker-upper
in London's East End,
Shot dried peas with her pea shooter.
At workers windows
to wake them up
to get to work on time
Every morning
Mary walks up and down
the east end with her pea shooter
Shooting dried peas at the shattered windows
waking everybody up to that familiar tune
of tap tap tapping dried peas
on my window.
He too could be Orpheus
But on Lesbus would find no place
For two in likeness excites no grace
And he scorn Dionysius
For the madness of his wine, since we
Provoke more profound mirth than glee
Where music wakes the soul
And love turns all dross to gold
Ye poets then remember him
Michael Smith, who dubbed the hymn
And was stoned by mad men
And world stood silent before his pen.
Hot date
Can’t wait
We're at
My flat
Cute eyes
Nice thighs
Admit
She’s fit
So sweet
Must eat
We dine
Sublime
First Kiss
Sheer bliss
Soft peck
On neck
Tongue's twirl
Toes curl
First base
Hearts race
Undressed
Bare breast
Blimey
She’s ‘HE’
No joy
Ladyboy
Fussy
Pussy
Night ends
As friends
Written by Jan Allison & Tim Smith
28th August 2014
SENRYU dedicted to Charlie Smith: May 7, 2017.
idyllic orchard
many fruit trees – but a tenth –
His tithe, we stole, ate
Adam and Abel
saw life and blood sacrifice
Cain gave God veggies
we bribe God on terms
we choose - one Son loved Father -
we nailed sins on Him
what love is this LORD
You paid for disobedience
with BLOOD of Jesus