Short Steal Poems
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Big Deal and Steal That Does Appeal
had been a big deal
reveal that it was a steal
made with much appeal
Jim Horn
Donald J. Trump
A very boorish chump.
Tony S. wrote his "Art of the Deal"...
But it's still Trump who complains about the steal.
Steal the bacon, crack the eggs
What of those games we played
Laughed off as childish felonies
They haunt us now ~ life's cruel recipes
allow me to steal
the world instead of giving
it away, I lye
here on distantly dry stones
and not within your feathers
A dumb criminal called Eddie,
Thought the law was so petty.
Stole thousands of comics,
Instead of electronics;
Now Eddie, in jail, sits pretty
I don’t mind they stole my car
But they took my cellphone, too,
I have no way to call for help,
Now what in the world shall I do?.
Written August 13, 2022
Halloween’s happiest wizard mouse is in the sky
He has flown a witch’s broom extremely high
She is below, casting a spell without any mirth
He is soon falling straight down toward the earth
Mrs. Barnaby Crow has lost her husband’s toe.
She saved it from his coffin deep in the snow.
Wore it as a key chain, it had a claw with a glow.
Whoever has stolen it, is pretty downright low.
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All ways had time to between the whi wash les
unbothered me
Compelled I’m to steal
Joyful moments never rife
That life opts to deal
Me. Joys fade as edge of knife
And those stolen ease my strife.
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Tanka (Senryu)| 14.12.2025 | life, moments (of joy), steal, strife/grief
people steal our mail
not every day
but some days
sometimes we watch them on a video
other times we see their hats
our videos are gray scale, pretty much worthless
we do not get any important mail
Cannot figure out who would want our mail
We hardly want it ourselves.
John I'd love to steal your work
But I’d look a complete berk
We know stealing is wrong
Unless you come from Ding Dong
some need to do their homework!
Tongue firmly in cheek write Inspired by John Wulf's poem Steal this poem please
12th April 2016
I wish you were perfect
So, I don’t have to lie
I wish you realize
That I need you to be mine
Tell me your fantasy, I’ll make it alive
I’m no wizard, but I sure can try.
Without a glance from your eyes
I cannot survive
I wish you sense that,
Will be worth your while.
Go ahead and bring the moon into your heart!
With all its phases and great powers.
Yes, you with heart fully open.
Sharing love in your heart's moonlight.
Sealed in a moon bubble, forever.
Ah, glorious and eternal moonlight.
Kissed by eternal, sparkling starlight.
June 29,2019
9am PST
Peace Future Peace
I live in a world where you ed me over
Stole my wife who was a damn mover
Worst of all you shot my dog
Burnt my car out even if it was junk
You tattooed my name on your head
And stalked me over six US states
But I am smarter than you
For I exist in your head
And live in plain site
Defeat me?
I win…
Like a thief in the night she stole your heart
But I’ve seen the way you look at her ...
It was simply love at first sight
She has curves in all the right places
You simply can’t keep your hands off her
I can no longer compete for your attention
Ladies....
Why do we have to suffer when men get a new car!
12th August 2015
417.
Do Not Steal
We have the right to own something
But we cannot have everything
Everyone can have our own property
Intended for ourselves only
As long as we worked hard for it
To keep it is our own merit
So we don't have the right to steal!
-12/02/2015
(Dumarao)
*24th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Let us steal away to meet beneath the pines
Among the moss and lichen we will find
Two bodies set aflame with souls entwined
Coals smolder in your heart and you are mine
Let us steal away to meet beside the shore
Among the dunes and beach grass we’ll explore
Two bodies that have scorched this sand before
Waves break upon my heart and I am yours.
they came to steal our thoughts
consciousness an ocean realm
where drops drip into us in dream and day
and they such thirst and drink do they
an empty vessel will we become
upon their syphoning, drained and gone
harvested, thy human fruit
of beautiful light, wilted, shrivelled
of profound loot, now bodied us
a living dead, left they who stole our thoughts
Their victorious voice peal:
“We’ve grandly struck a deal!
In many ways now real
And worth a struck whisky seal!”
But their joy others don’t feel,
Dead sure that they often steal
And wounds inflict that don’t heal;
Victims prayer: his skin doesn’t peel
The worst of them, their O’Neil
Violence long the ticket for a meal,
And a means of arousing zeal.
Everything tended
to darken around her
The light from the sun
all feelings deferred
Her winter foreboding
sucks air from the room
Constant denials
predictions of doom
Pawning tomorrow
the price of today
Happiness bartered
her dreams steal away
Everything tended
to darken around her
Shadows descending
—the future interred
(The New Room: July, 2023)
At a rest stop on the highway,
In the women's room, a sign
Saying, "Please don't steal the toilet paper!"
(Exclamation, mine.)
Beneath it, in parentheses,
Was added ("Yes, folks do it")
Although what type of people would,
I couldn't quite intuit.
I guess the ones who litter,
Cut the lines or text and drive;
In other words, a huge percent
Of people now alive.
A whisper of sadness
My lips part a sigh
So many are leaving
I must say goodbye
Destinations unknown
As their time spends
I continue to lose
So many good friends
I wonder our meeting
A future affair
Will we know again
A love we can share
As time is priceless
And beckons my heel
I savor each second
Such moments I steal
Don’t tag it ‘A Deal’
Always state what is real:
The guys have gone out to steal;
To on their table drop the richest meal
That will their hunger and diminished ego heal
And a long suspended laughter peal!
Satan’s Authority wearing its disturbing seal.
Indeed, their turn-around I don’t feel
As their grabbing culture is rough steel
And their fleeing legs, Ferrari car’s wheel!
The charlatans bankrupted
his checking account,
but his love was not overdrawn
Each check that he wrote,
each choice that he made,
trading ingots for righting a wrong
With credit denied
and spirit affirmed,
he continued to endorse what was real
Until bankers and lawyers
destroyed with one stroke,
his wishes—their power to steal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)