Short Tags Poems

he sits then stands
then sits and stands again
car tag renewal...

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 longing for the day 
Where peace comes first 
And harmony  tags along ...

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soldiers roam in rags
      dead ones put in body bags
        charcoal ~ get dog tags 

By
David Kavanagh...

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sublime hood-winker 
such a master of the con
the press tags along
faked rebellion builds up strength
to allay a real one...

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Nameless.
Unassigned.
Invisible.

Wanting so much,
yet fearing even more.

Too aware to pretend.
There are things
you simply cannot play.

No matter how long you practice
the art of acting....

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Costs shy of public tags
Habits quite rampant and endemic
Endearing expenses and accounts, and
A little higher than rejected items, also
Personalities void of virtues and honour....

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A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles

Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills

     Without checking price tags

     He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”

For this is how grinches get their thrills!




*January 3, 2015...

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It took awhile,
 but I am OCD
 now  following directions and opening my mind
 at last the bold, italic, center tags
 make sense
 finally satisfied with the find
 I am no longer dense....

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A soldier in battle
  Hears the  bullets rattle
  And is caught in the crossfire

 He is draped in the flag
  His medals turn to tags
  Silent and without desire

 Melancholy  speaks  truth
  Eternity meets youth
  Before his final salute...

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Crime Don’t Pay
Limerick: by Miracle man
October 5 2021

I once knew a man named Billy Bob,
who would borrow, five finger, and rob.
Apprehended with this loot,
he donned an orange suit,
stamping car tags is now his day job.
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The host charms and beguiles 
Whatever leaves
Goes in orange flames 
And nine-inch smut tags
Can we burn away the one 
Consume the lost, the hollow
Change in time
All the same 
The ashes cleanse
Leaving behind an imperfect duality
A new founding...

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Lifer
(For CSM Richard Webb)
David J Walker

He was a soldier
Who knew he beat the odds

Yet answering to the 
gods of the Elysian Field 

One day he would yield
His dog-tags and

Turn in his guns
And lay down to rest  with 

The rest of his brothers in arms...

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I had been a small town girl
thought ski tags off expensive jackets meant
jackets were shoplifted

when I left my small rural Iowa town
I saw skyscrapers, and women wearing
tennis shoes with business suits.

In New York City everyone does not say hi
It was a rude awakening....

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The Raven

Blast that raven raps at my chamber door,
Tags truth betold of my lovely Lenore,
Madame, for that she is naught,
Soft Missy girl, I be got,
Caws my pedophile claws forevermore.

2020 March 15

Howmanysyllables;
10,10,7,7,10....

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I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
        the mocking trophy case of trophied dust,
        proud calligraphed to-do lists left unchecked.

Let them shout accusations from the curb!




February 20, 2019...

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Cuts and bruises cover 
my legs and arms
All  has fallen silent to me 
for a bomb went of next to me 
mudd,smutt and blood cover
my hands and face 
you can not tell who i am anymore
 only my dog tags can tell who i truelly am
I know that i well be going home soon now
with flag drapped over my casket...

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She's a perfect blend of Friday night at Freddy's characters and Amazing Grace
He's got a zest for life like Fireman Sam and Monster Machines friend Blaze burning in his soul
Heart forever tags along in tow remaining their home and safe place
They are my favorite flexible puzzle pieces making my heart whole...

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Ok Abe, you’re up next


Oh the fickle finger of fate
HG tags me..the hour is late.
I’ll be glad to pass on the spud..
Please…don’t drop with a thud
Our talented Abe will surely respond
By tagging someone of whom he is fond 
This game is raucous, writing such fun,
For our Souper Abe ..take it and run…....

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Twas the night before school,
And all through this crib,
Bodies being bathed, 
And fingernails gettin did.

Q-tippin those ears,
And packin them bags.
Bringing out new clothes,
And poppin them tags.

Lunch boxes on the ready,
For their first day back. 
Hope they go to bed soon, 
Or somebody's gettin smacked....

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She pines for him
As he speaks of his nights
Screaming phone calls
From unnamed voices
She sighs at me
While I laugh at her desire
He tags me with a number
As I notice the lack of worth
I hear the rumors, the gossip
Because no one thinks I’m listening
I know about her
I know about him
And I probably know about you...

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If you have not met your Maker yet
You may owe your long life to a vet
Especially those
With tags on their toes
Who knew from the start you would forget

*Please note that none of us enlisted to
support a government which prohibits 
women from seeking medical treatment 
and prohibits doctors from providing it!...

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Heart-fragile, love flashes that my memory stashes
Live on to hurt me in sentimental, joyous ways;
His dog tags, medals and ring sit in my jewelry box, and
I am soothed mumming around home wearing his old socks.
Time fragments and slivers dwell tenderly in my thoughts.




... CayCay Jennings
February 24, 2016...

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Putting up the decorations
And trimming the Christmas tree
Writing all the cards 
This year from you and me

Your presents are wrapped
Only bows and tags to do
Until this moment I didn’t know
Just how much I loved you

So I will have a happy Christmas
With the love of my life
The very first Christmas 
Since we became man and wife...

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Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch

And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending. 
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)

Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, America, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, evil, grave...

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The Story line: Famous People who are Unknown

Famous Charters: John Doe and Jane Doe

The story setting will begin in the Country morgue

First Page:

John and Jane lay on a flat plane
Toe tags a colored cream
Cold as ice stuck in a drawer 
With two famous unknown names

(Just a small taste of this book filled with action and adventure)...

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