Short Spare Poems
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ITS FINGE LICKING
you be sticking
and picking
come help us
eat this stuff
be there as we get atarted
our
BACKYARD SPARE RID PARTY
some ask for buck
they have a cup
and shake like a plate
so be aware as you stare
when you hear the cup ring
saying
CAN YOU SPARE SOME CHANGE
Stan’s Chevy van had a flat.
"Where is the damn spare at?"
Stan cursed at the tire,
Letting loose his ire.
Poor Stan and his van had a spat.
Brooding on that love
a true feeling rejected
confused and perplexed.
Never should we love discard
unless no spare room in heart!
July 8th, 2018
Hemming my new bell bottoms.
Summer radio blaring to best seventies hits.
School's out ~ life is good.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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when its summer
we're backyard bummer
get food started
all nights partyed
it goes on
if like we're re live
its a treat
our
BACKYARD AND SPARE RIDS
Spare change jangles
in my pocket
makes me lean to one
side*
your music warms the
subway station
I gladly give my
tithe
*New Scientist -
Dec. 1995
On this journey I carry my soul
without any spare parts...
I preserve myself a lot
so I don't fall apart
if happens being astray,
I can't fix it...
Such ill repent, say in truth or say not at all.
Blade of steel nor blade of wit shall spare the coming you invite by slander.
say in truth or say not at all.
Form:
A Pin Setter’s Union fee hike
Saw splits from the membership spike
With 7 of 10 there
Not much room to spare
You certainly can’t go on strike
don’t thrust belief on my heartbeat
for I dwell not in lower mind
instead feel love’s magnetic heat
bliss delight which I follow blind
with vibrations of God aligned
Cut Hair With Some To Wear
Love to look at her lovely hair;
Was cut off with some to spare;
Had a nice trim,
For husband Jim;
Now will handle with much care.
Jim Horn
The lonely man walks.
Surrounded by people.
Surrounded by noise.
The lonely man shakes lonely hands.
Up your nose and down your throat.
I guess that’s just the way it goes.
We Should Spare and Share Care
Simply should always spare and share,
Cordially and confidently all of our care;
When they fall,
And then bawl;
Making sure we shall do it everywhere.
Jim Horn
Here is what I need to say,
We're all humans with feet of clay,
So, do lay off us chicks today,
Go look in a mirror some day,
To older men with your spare tyres,
Yes! Your gynaecologist has retired!
Pinch an inch, then steal a mile
Park my Heart in all that's vile
And then I start to fall apart
(For just a little while)
Why at my peak I feel so weak;
Feel I'm tossed in to the street?
Nothing soothes all this rue-
(Makes me want to want to weep!)
Care Every Where and Much To Spare
Christ has so much care to share;
All over earth and was everywhere,
And His love,
From above,
He sent to us with much to spare.
Jim Horn
My wife said that I should change
my PoetrySoup. Not sure how to
do that.
A story of a thousand souls,
Two thousand runs into three,
Who are just as dead, decaying, gone,
Despite self-serving heraldry.
A story of a thousand souls,
And thousands more to be killed,
Who never reached for bomb nor gun,
And died to keep our gas tanks filled.
Spared a change—
Spared a week, spared everything that made me weak.
Spared the week that made me weak.
Spared the people who think I am a “geek.”
Spared the light that made me weak,
From a dream that wasn’t supposed to find an end,
Because there was nothing to seek.
spare forgotten, now flat, abused,
like some veteran overused
in at least two world wars
whose alleged treads are darkened scars,
burnt, rubbed off rubber, unamused,
frayed steel threads, no, I'm not excused.
I have hate in my eyes and shackles on my dreams,
Every day my hope repeatedly tears at the seams
I hear you whisper to put up my fists, but its these struggles that cut up my wrists.
Nobody here wants me, I'm wretched and alone
but I guess it doesn't matter, its the only life I have known.
Form:
Spare me the pain
Spare me the yelling
Spare me
That's all I need
To be spared
To be able to get away
Away from everything around me
Spare me
I don't want to deal
Deal with this world
Spare me
From all the things I will do wrong
From the humiliation
Spare me
From my mistakes
From my pain
Spare me
Don’t spare the rod
Without remorse
Strike hard
For every child good there’s one bad
Take no chances
Strike hard
Education must come from above
A swinging stroke
Strike hard
Old decorum a twilight
Duty fading
Strike hard
World now bemused by little Jimmy
Take pleasure
Strike hard
Form:
Spare time on an extra day
squirrel dung stinking up the lawn
eggs frying on the sidewalk
what is to be done of such strange things
finding such things
to be all around
in the air
on the ground
strange things everywhere!
must for a smile
for its been awhile
since a grin lit up a face in these parts
A heavy load
As we get old
That middle spread
Becomes a dread
The waist expanded
Pants extended
Cannot bend
Pants descend
Cannot wear a thong
Seems so wrong
This love handle grasp
Cannot last
With this spare tire
Losing weight becomes a desire
Exercise is my fate
Now I need a running mate.