Short Toting Poems

I'm off to the grocery store
But 'toting my old 44'
So many dead
Makes me see red!
Perhaps I can even the score!...

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Missus Claus had to trudge down to jail,
Once more toting with her Santa's bail;
Seems where people all shop
He let red trousers drop:
He enjoys showing biddies he's male....

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Seven Soldiers Sought Sanctuary

From Frazzled, Frozen Feet

Worn, Weary, Walked Westward

Toting Tattered, Torn Torso

Revered Rifleman's Riddled Remains

Bravely Blocked Bullet's Barrage

Self Sacrifice Saved Seven...

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MEN

               Maybe G_d was tired when he enlivened Adam first
               Who would organize the world so full of stuff--
               No man can find his keys without a woman toting purse

Victoria Anderson-Throop (c)2013...

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Once upon a time there was a king
                              Bing of words, ping of bugs-to toting
                                          Ring the curtain up
                                       Yelled out Doctor Tupp
                         The King fell down and broke his crown-sssling...

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Pale daughters
don't stoke the familial fireside
they wait patiently for the darkness
toting their time

They are not the ones
to hang around freckles smiles
instead they tell quaint jokes

Children call them defilment
their painted smiles tell a different story
lying in bed with their spectacles on....

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So, this is where butterflies go to die.
Atop this burning ochre beach,
Amidst the palomino stones
party streamers and chinook bones.
Chrysalis flutes swaying
beyond dunes, blue and gray
under a plush velvet shroud.
They fold their powdery dreams.
Awaiting the pallbearer tide 
toting emerald caskets, silver lined....

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Children toting guns to school

Abusive, neglectful parents

Child molesters stalking victims

Drug dealers at the corner

Thieves robbing homes and stores

Rapists violating women

Domestic abuse...

reported every nine seconds

People killing people

While the public debates...

the place of God in schools....

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The crescendo of the leaves

 combined with a cool crisp blustery breeze

 Children toting animated backpacks

 Squirrels nervously adding to their winter stacks

Trees putting on a colorful display

 vying for attention as they gently sway

Invites to attend the Monsters Ball

 All Uplifting to the Soul

 these signs of The Fall...

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Some words are conveyed
With the sweetness of honey
Fresh from the comb;

But on occasion,
That same vessel launches dialog
Toting the sting of African Bees,
At swarm time;

These unconstrained words
Are dispatched to slay,
Or bruise the spirit of another;

For what man's heart conjures up,
His tongue, seizing the instant,
Will usually deliver;
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Muses conceived and baptized by fire
Ethereal melodies wedded to serrated strings
Tormenting the ears of the faint at heart
A revolution of metal was born
Looking defeat and death in the eye they forge boldly on
Lustily toting a guitar case of sins
Inebriated veins pulse to the beat of Hell’s drums
Candid they exposed their darkened souls to the world
And revealed there a beauty both metallic; and pure...

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Stone heart petals 
fall softly 
in the lavender of her gentleness...
the melody of her smile 
offers angels to tired eyes-
I walk a little straighter
(concrete morphing to diamond cascade) 
down the path of her light 
reaquainting with the footfall of youth...
as she sips my raggedy dreams
and briar patch truths
she rides life, 
like a starry stream fire~
Toting stone heart petals
back into the lavender of her spirit-...

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Pelted with such incredible force 
one hundred and ten on that fastball;
Harder to dodge than anything in sports;

Foggy you’re lost within a pitfall 
sweet nothings condensed on your cheek;
That whisper is the be all end all;

Flooding you and now you’re left weak,
rambling and gambling placing bets;
You’re lost toting a winning streak;

Confused and so happily distressed,
Stuck on lips coated in liquid bullets....

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The stench of gasoline and gore
permeated the encampment.
I am a prisoner of war
And I’m held in a stinking tent
that I share with a gun toting
taliban soldier. His black eyes
staring intently and gloating
as though I were a trophy prize
whose head would soon hang on a stick
for all his turbaned insurgents
to pelt with stones and broken bricks.
I expect his malevolent
Nature to vent with certainty
which translates: it’s curtains for me!...

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Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should.
See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way.
But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights.
So we can be sexy and sultry on these winter nights.

The Marlboro Man is waiting just around the next bend.
When you see him, blow some smoke rings up in the wind.
Cigarettes are sensual, and they will make you look Kool.
Have one lit up and ready at all times; it is the 50's cigarette rule!...

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Don’t it make you feel like a no life, enslaved sap?,
To follow your dog around
As he looks for a place to crap?

And if that’s not enough, oh my aching word,
You follow him back home toting his turd!

Just one more rhyme and then I’m through.
Who is the leash for ….. the dog or you?
Okay I lied about the rhymes; there’s two..

As a matter of fact, I’d rather care for a cat,
They cover it themselves once they’ve shat.


Inspired by people /pet watching in an association....

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