Short Turnout Poems

Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.

Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout....

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Everyone's talking about crime these days
     So few police, it seems thuggery pays

   No hotter topics than murder or theft
     No matter your politics be right or left

   Though in Chicago one issue's strictly off-limits for talking heads
     Mayoral race apathy - 32.6% turnout - means democracy's dead...

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A tombstone cleaning workshop—
don’t bother the ghost…it’s sold out!
You can no longer finger this rest stop.
How about this Halloween turnout!

Will it be a Poppins extravaganza,
sweeping and polishing to Step in Time?
It’s a grave matter to the living, who plans a
cleaning party— the chance of a lifetime.

10/21/2021...

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Remember the days when life
Was all we thought about ?
It slipped by being alive
Could end when death turnout ?
One more among the crowd
To admire to whole tree
When the green leaves have sprout
There’s not much to see
On a tree that’s almost empty
It’s leaves spread on the ground
In one dead leaf there’s still beauty
That if looked for can be found
The last green leaf that has turned brown
Will still be beautiful after falling down...

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Greenish meadows, stony benches
Doves and crows toilet in bunches
Huge turnout..

Without fear of baited string bides
Flying fishes in lone seasides
From hideout..

Tree top squirrels wandered bottom
Like torpor kings in their kingdom
Free rollout..

Weeds and shoots sprouting from the soil
Dormant seeds sensing human spoil
They freakout..

Birds and beasts call on us to boo
World became a big human zoo
In stakeout.....

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How can i take life seriously
when it is nothing but a joke
how can i think curiously
when all ive got is hope

Fighting an endless war
just me against the world
im not asking for much
exept to be unferreld

How can i respect anyone
when your habbits rub off on me
ill turnout like everyone else
because of what you let me

How can i look in the mirror
knowing im not myself
how can i trust anyone
when i cant even trust myself...

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I find a space 
inside my mind
letting go as 
I begin to unwind


fingers of thought
stretching out
tips graze the moon
skin begins to turnout


mind inside out
I float the sky,
laying in star-beds
eating dust-pie


eagles they shoot
within the black hole,
the phoenix cry fires
flames singed my soul


a burning fire 
that flamed our night
no longer burns 
and drifts from sight


but burning ever 
with all time
is her memory 
in our minds...

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