Short Tis Poems
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Cap fits the purpose
Attired neat to tread
Smart as a new pin
A snug bug in new rug
Swell-heeled, clad
A shoo-in for sure
Love,
four
letter
word, so sweet
and will surely last
forever, when you really know
how to use it in a simple sentence of your life.
Trump Towers in Old Istanbul
Influenced our President's pull
Brown skins do not matter
So let the Kurds scatter
And enjoy the Turkey Shoot Cull
ne'er whilst ere, nor aft, I deem a trolley soul...tis I, I adore
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12/30/2019
I have anxiety
I can't sit quietly
Inside my brain
Cause part of it is fried
And part of me has died
I said "I'm fine" I lied
I am in pain
"tis the season"
a cicada sizzles in the Summer sun
as the day begins another begun
some day this will all be done
when Fall falls into Autumn
The fallen rise
the lost are found
the truth not lies
'tis glory bound
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Hanging last of candy canes.
The tree is looking better than ever.
Christmas carols and hot coco.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Clicked on the news cause I wanted to say
what kind of stuff is happening today
Boehner's stepping down
The Pope has left town
And Santa is soon in his sleigh
from afar tis a rose in hand
with no thorns to prick your finger
closer this rose is transparent
... made of everything that can not be touched
but that does exist
Form:
Salvation isn't about what you feel,
but rather what you know and believe what Christ Jesus did for you...
Tis loves Enduring Promise!
Tis Sure They’ll Hear You
To feel good tonight
You might look up at the stars
Say thanks...and goodnight
'Tis here! 'Tis! here! It's finally arrived
Another Canadian winter, this dude has survived
Spring has sprung
Fresh air in my lungs
My tired old body has once again survived
If 'tis the season to be jolly
Where are all the lights and holly?
'Tis the season for families to come
Together and share their love for the Kingdom.
Instead they ignore,
Not worship, adore.
To say God’s non-existent I draw a blank
It defies all logic if I might be frank
When a crisis that’s pending
Has a real happy ending
And an Atheist is grateful, who does he thank?
tis what happens when ya’ be kissin’ the Blarney Stone
although I never did~ they don’t wipe between kissers
and my wonderful wife said I didn’t need to~ my gift of gab comes naturally
Aye, ‘Tis His Brogue
A stout Guinness will cause him to sing
a second will sharpen tongue’s sting
and after that
‘tis a known fact
he’ll talk for an hour and not say a thing.
John G. Lawless
1/22/2017
As the temperature starts to drop
Seems the sun disappears a lot
Whether that is true or not
Put on the coffee pot
Warm drinks keep you hot
When light or not
Drink or hold
Keeps off
Snow
it waved at me
but i was not friqhtened by the gesture
the stallion red,
the flourescent white,
the unblemished blue,
now
the lastest addition to the american dream, a newborn
in her own time will sing
accumulation
choking the room bitterly
an embarrassment
carefully tromping through it
side-stepping junk gingerly
My pack rack eye-tis
surrounds me untidily
disturbing eyesore
jumping over largest pile
not inviting company
Within the virgin void the potential dwelled,
but was not until the Word arose and spoke,
that the void of the virgin belly begin to swell,
the Word no way required a physical stroke…
for Word’s potential stroke, by love is spoke!
It's the holidays in Tinseltown
Let's have no one wear a frown
Children are worried about to have a nervous breakdown
We've searched the land both up and down
And cannot find if Santa's been around
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
‘Tis better to do
Than to wait and decide
Or else opportunities
Might be denied.
To hem and to haw
And remain on the brink
Gives the pool of cool choices
The option to shrink.
So get off your tush
Quick as age will allow.
The future that’s waiting
Depends on the now.
Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes
Of obligations
And guilty consciences
Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets
Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces
Tis the season of lighter pockets
And heavier souls
Ask and you shall receive
Tis nothing like My Dearest Friends , They are what keeps me going to the next day, they make me smile, for life is good, they make me laugh at times i could not, most i have never seen, but i feel their love from afar, i drink a toast to those who stand tall and help those both big and small!