Short Tings Poems

its sing and tings
it has a powerfull ring
wakes me went am alone
i love my
RING TONE...

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my boby tings
my mind sing
my feeling is hot
i won't you alot
lets turn off the lights
AM IN THE
MOOD TONIGHT...

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for the call
phone on the wall
if am in bed
it by my head
and it tings and ring
thats the key
no matter where you are
here or far feel free
to FAX ME...

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Kids blowing soap bubbles 
Float they lazily  on winds
Tosed by winds less cares
Cares tossed on the sides

Emotions hover air free as 
Why do carry laden hearts
Kids blow soap laden tings
The cares are tossed aside...

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sparks stray to my soul
music-smile till passions cry
what if boredom's creep stalks us?

life stages dangled
lively talk tings like wind chimes
restored canvas tinted love











 written July 16/21
For Brian Strand 
Your Pick Contest...

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Even so, I know the
Words are hollow and,
Tings like the tumors,
I was still going to say, CRACKERBOOM!
Perhaps, now that we've sapped the guardsmen,
We may take visit to the house owner.
We can now subdue the court,
And sack the principal as well.
CRAC..KER...BOOM!!!...

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One, two, three
He starts it off
A phalanx of bells starts
Rings from posts on a horse-shoe set of tables

Big heavy dongs from one of the flanks
Little light tings from the other
Medium dings from the middle
Exclusive pings when it happens

Dings like falling glass on impact
Madness orchestrated
Chaotic music with perfect control
A river of tune created...

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dwellings of myriad ragtag! 
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables

greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly

averting a salvation

down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess...

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There's something that I'm looking for,
a special type of place.
An island to call our home,
where my hands can hold your face
without having to hide
what this love means to us.
No worries of others knowing
and making some type of fuss,
where we walk out in the open,
your hand within mine.
Where I can say I love you
any place and any time.
Is it a place or a time?
Why does it seem so far away?
I often pray to God that I wake up
and find the time is today.

Lovesi tings...

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