Short Tin Poems
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The eating of pie before dinner,
It isn’t on point to get thinner.
It’s best to let go
That tin pan of woe,
And be a calorical winner.
Madness etched on his face
Tin Man cut short the chase
And with the axe he proudly flaunted
Claimed the heart he always wanted
There once was a man made of tin,
Whose joints made a horrible din.
“I need oil,” he’d plea,
“Or a heart, possibly,
But rust ruins romance again!”
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letters lie crumpled
when will you read them again?
open tiny tin locket
memories hidden
way back in chest of drawers
warm? among the socks and scarves
"Bellows",
bellows the blacksmith
the thatched roof crofter's cottage
so beautiful
in the cottage garden
the wild pink heather evokes
fond memories of Victoria.
Shiny lizard climbing up my wall
attached with nail, without pain
stoic and unyielding
glowing so happily
excites me today
entertaining,
lizard shape
foiled
tin
I’ll be keeping this one rather brief;
my arthritis is causing me grief.
Now I’m not one to coddle,
but Bobcat’s a good model
and grease fittings would provide relief.
Low sound like drum beat
rain falls out side home non stop
floor tin makes music
The Tin Man of Wizard of Oz
is kind but don't know it because
though shiny and smart
he's made with no heart-
but finds one to pump up his cause!
Think I wanna be heartless
So I would stand a chance
So wish I was heartless
Like the Tin Man
Think I wanna be heartless
So I could be that cold
Oh when I am heartless
A sight to behold
There once was a sleek silvery sardine
Who dreamed of marrying a svelte eel queen
With his heart ever lurching,
Swimming through seaweed searching
In an olive oiled tin, he was last seen.
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Hey there Mrs. Tin man
you are the lucky one
Once I had a heart
now its torn apart
Love, Pix
Dec 13, 2018
That wicked old witch made me the Tin Man
Sans a heart, I'm like a rusty tin can
I creak like a screechy hinge
Making my many friends cringe
A spritz of oil keeps me going again
what fool
had ever lived
lock his heart
inside a shell
nor nothing to give
thus his soul breaks
in this crowded world
that bring forth
the tears of pain
somewhere inside
rest the heart of
the hollow tin man
he breaks the window
he hates the trees
he shot the deer
he knows where they hide
he carves
the face of death
on the surface of life
do not be silent
be as loud as you can
he knows where you are
and you may never speak again
To Trump's great delight
His parents were white
But just out of spite
Could researchers cite
An African knight
Where DNA might
Age milky white
To make it alright
For Blood-Quantum white
Or would that incite
A flight or fight plight?
The tin men
in a fortress of smoke.
Death all around,
hungry for oil.
Their eyes in the storm
divide and cleanse
to be dragged into the mud
once again.
It rumbles on.
One and another,
one ceases,
one gets stronger.
A rainbow of shoes,
the broken tin men.
His workshop looked neat.
Unlike many others who prefer dusty feat
His tools are arranged in order.
Within a tool-line with a border
He took one at a time.
And placed back in a manner sublime.
Many novices around him he had
To learn from him, they were glad...
In a simple cabin, deep in the hills
Rain sprinkles against a roof of tin
Lulling softly, the voice it stills
Breathing joy, psalms flow within
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Charlame’ had heard of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
She wanted to be one, thought she would be famous.
She bought herself some movie star glasses.
Sat on the roof for a while. It was not hot here.
Come on down! Her mother said.
She ignored her.
She was waiting for some fans to ask her.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
I felt my finger nails digging into his back
What an intensified sexual moment
I never knew that tears could roll
Down the cheeks of a robust man
he wept! he sigh! he came
Again, and again and again
was it a sportsmanship or
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof?
In "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,"
I felt my fingernails digging into his back during an intensely charged moment.
I was surprised to see tears rolling down the cheeks of a strong man—he wept!
He sighed! He reached his climax, time and again.
Was it a display of sportsmanship or a sign of injury?
i'm whiskey beats outta country
jazz, too classic
old's city in LA
high damn
runnin up you like water
all most hiding skin
and overatures
lest i grieve through absurd
trist's with confi, daunting
clapper town
east block alter girls
choired saints lost frames
too paint
sorry bouts
runnin up like water's mam
He took apart
his soldier of tin
to see for himself
what lay within
expecting honour, strength
valour and pride
he eagerly toiled
to get inside
with soldier now
cleaved in two
he saw what he thought
could not be true
half of his warrior
now cupped in each hand
he gazed at an emptiness
he could not understand.
Mr Tin Foil
He’s a tin foil hat type of guy
Do you know of those?
They wear tin foil hats
To stop the authorities
From reading their brain waves
His report says he is a higher thinker
Or some such turds and that imbeciles
Think he’s insane due
To their lack of understanding
He’s a real fricking lunatic hahahaha