Short Toughs Poems

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Jersey Rocks

JERSEY ROCKS

Jersey rocks
Blue blazes
Docker jocks
Tackle and blocks
Hooks grapple
Around the clock

Scoffing bodies ripple easy
Power
Hardhats safeguard
Secret hearts

Foreign toughs
      Eye
Liberty's muscles


Premium Member Beautiful Scars Bestow Ivory Grace

Due to an injury, love's scars can be seen.
In matters of love scars fade like a dream
Scars of beauty they are declared.
Some refer to as ugly because they're scared.
Love leaves scars which most do possess.
Bestow scars of ivory to grace toughs who've conquest
Form: Rhyme

Poem 31 My Beauty of Beautiful Thoughts

POEM 31 MY BEAUTY OF BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS 

MY TOUGHS DEFINE MY BEING ALIVE 

MY BEING ALIVE IS DEFINED MY THROUGH & MY THOUGHTS!!! 

MY BEAUTY IS REPRESENTED MY THROUGH & MY THOUGHTS111 

MY BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS ARE THE KEY OF MY BEING ALIVE.!!! 



BY: MY.JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS

Lust

A rush of emotions 
Confused with love.
A blinding emotion.
Yes its lust 
Not thinking of the repercussions of actions 
Only thinking about satisfaction 
Not about what could happen.
Simply toughs of touching and feeling.
Breaking down the soul.
Pleasing the flesh
Trading away your soul 
For five minutes of passion uncontrolled.

Cuffs

At protests in the 60's
We were dragged away in cuffs.
The cops arrested everyone -
The peaceniks and the toughs.

As we grew up, the only cuffs
Were those found on our pants.
Designers did determine when
Those bottoms would enhance.

The senior years have now arrived
And cuffs are all the rage
As we strap them on and pump them 
So our pressure* we can gauge.

*blood pressure
Form: Rhyme


Ward Place

The neighbourhood was very rough;
My gran was sweet but, oh, so tough.

Most people didn’t go to work -
My mother said they’d rather shirk.

Some disappeared and then returned
(They’d been in jail, I later learned).

The local toughs respected Gran
And came to call for buns or flan.

Next door, there lived a dozen boys -
They dressed in rags and had no toys.

Although my family moved away,
I dream of Ward Place to this day.
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Form: Couplet

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