Short Trier Poems

kom bak again,
we all have it,
time after time, 
different bodies, 
different crimes,
all the con-men,
 put-overs, pirates,
 in Nigeria born again ....
wonder where they come from??? 
special talents i contend,
and their numbers growing higher,
a special kind of trier,
even Fowls can see the trend?...
Don Johnson...

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Who owns the child?
    the one who has no place. 

Is it The One Track Minds?
    Who only listen the themselves?

Is it the recovering addict? 
    Who caused all the pain?
 
Is it the uncaring trier?
    Who knows not a thing?

Is it the Loving Light?
    Who gave all he had?

Or.

Is it the trapped memories 
    Torturing her inside?...

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A new car is in serious trouble,
Its worried owner worrying his stubble
A helpless heart is on fire
No longer sure The Devil is A liar!

Unmistakable tears of a crier,
At a still far off market, a buyer
And through accursed routes A Trier.

New dreamy wishes of a road drier,
Upset  by his left front tire,
Already in a manacling mire…

Some tomorrow a flying car or car-flyer...

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Trump Forever Will Fume

In room in Mira Lago Trump will fume,
And he is an idiot  who likes to bloom;
In each place,
A basket case;
Each day deeper does appear his doom.

Jim Horn

Write some poems using these 
words below.

acquire ecclesiastical attire 
bier brier buyer choir crier 
denier desire dire drier empire 
entire expire fire friar higher 
hire inquire liar mire prior  
require retire sire spire squire 
supplier tire transpire trier 
vampire wire...

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Wanted:
human that fits following description



I am a riser
I live to fulfill all of your needs
I am no run and hider

I am a pusher
I am a fighter
I am a get out a’liver ~

I will take your darkness
I will make you lighter
I am strong enough to stay your demons down ~

I am a trier
I will get low with you, that I may lift you higher
~ An army could not keep down my desire ~
                                                                        Sunshine Williams...

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At ten, I have composure to maintain
At nine, I know the chance is all but mine
At eight, I beat back fears and thoughts of a one-eighty
At seven, I am at sixes and sevens
At six, I draw my know-how and pull all of my tricks
At five, it is lose or win, die or survive
At four, all my strength is brought to the fore
At three, I am careful and carefree
At two, I am at point of no return but follow through
At one, it was easier said now it’s done
At zero, I am either a trier or a hero...

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