Short Went Poems
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I saw an old friend
I haven't seen in ages
On a streetcorner
We promised to stay in touch
Then went our separate ways
Fat Janet went to school
with the intention of bullying...
thinking it was so cool,
but who did all the hard laughing?
went on sufer side
for a boat ride
and dance
and prance
under the moon light
i stay awake
thinking
THIS SUMMER WAS GREAT
my face is a a trace
of drop i cryed a lot
when you went away
right to day
come from heaven above
these are
TEARS OF LOVE
we were so hot
no time to stop
to take it all off
it was in our loft
went on mabe it was wrong
we had
SEX WITH CLOTH ON
in you i had faith
time went to waited
you told a lie
loving you don't denie
i kept you around
and YOU
LET ME DOWN
Howie Mandel,
the germophobe we all know well.
I look to his head and think:
so that's where all my Windex went!
Tie one on
Yesterday I went to port
Today I'm going to court
I'm just a sad sailor
And I'm in jail
That's all I know
A calico kitten ran by,
Alert and rather spry.
Home she went,
Now she’s spent.
From running into my room just to lie.
A man whose name was Frank
Lost his mind, it went blank
It became clear
Frank could not hear
He was as deaf as a plank
After wandering around all alone,
I went back home.
I caught a sight of your picture
And my empty room
Got warmer.
How dark was the night,
when Judas betrayed,
and none of them stayed,
But Jesus went on for me.
(copyright 10/30/15)
went its near
i have no fear
its my weather
all together
like it hot
tho i sweat a lot
am a summer bummer
LOVE THE SUMMER
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl:
Their wisdom was a misconception
They died and that’s natural selection
Form:
Oh, Lord
went down
a muddy road,
dirt sticking
in the ruts
of my shoes.
How long
before it dries
up, falls off?
I went to sleep at fourteen
and woke up at forty
A prisoner of reluctance
—casualty of time
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Irish poet Louis MacNeice
went to Iceland toreercha paticular piece
He also worked for the BBC
& wrote his Pylon Poetry
It was a sad day in May
When you went away
Sadder in June
When you came home too soon.
To find April
In the shower.
When Jack and Jill went up the hill
Each one had a quarter
Jill came down with fifty cents
I thought they went for water
Monday missed you sorry Miss
Tuesday as Monday went this
Wednesday not missed but kiss
Thursday missed not kiss blessed!
A girl with a figure eight
Went out on her first blind date
She hoped to find
And equal mind
But he just wanted to mate
There was a man who went out late
And tried to rape a .38
He called women "receptacles"
'Til one blew off his testicles.
So what should I say
Words went away anyway
For Another day.
How is that for Horn haiku,
Along with his point of view.
wilbur went hunting for goose
winnie’s goosey got loose
wilbur shot it
winnie had fit
around wilbur’s neck a tight noose
Sally was full of empathy
People went to her for sympathy
She did not mind
She was kind
She benefited from their company