Short Wet Behind The Ears Poems

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Unsuspecting. Wet behind the ears.
Her guards down. She dove right in.
She got hurt and cried.

Lesson learned the hard way.
She chalked up the injury to experience.
Could have been much worse.


Wordku: 5-7-5 words

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Form: Other


Oil

Oil
Some people are green with no life experience. Wet behind the ears. They can't work a washing machine. Life for them will be hard. Vertical learning curve.
Others are yellow. Real back stabbing bozos who'll step on your corpse. Not looking over their shoulder as you burn. The worst type of plebs. I know many.

Norma-Jeane: Duo-Rhyme

When I was only seventeen,
I met my darling Norma Jeane.
And I, still wet behind the ears,
Emboldened by too many beers,
Approached her and forgot my fears,
Became the envy of my peers -
But knew our love would end in tears.
And after many lonesome years,
I saw her on the silver screen -
And dreamed of how it could have been…

Using Duo-Rhyme, a form by Mary Ports, for Andrea’s Duo-Rhyme contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

I An Idea Crucified In the Eye of the Storm

They insist on it, what is natural can be supernatural. Vice admiral eat from my 
garden for I am quite admirable for your beneficient militia that is multi-national against the hexagonal eldritch terrorists if not have had an assist we would be wet behind the ears. Protect us from the unorthodox fears that have us bleeding wine from our ribs cut and skewered by spears. There wailing bewildered angry screams making us bleed tears.

The Book

I went for a walk
I looked forward
To a book lying
Ready to read
Read; sitting on the porch
The road ahead
Clear as day
The sky opened up
The rain poured down
Poured down on me
The sun lighted up the rain
The bus driver floored it
As he passed me by
Wet; soaking wet
The rain stopped; suddently
I went by the stadium
The artificial turf shone with life
The sun hid behind a dark cloud
Now; I’m reading a book
Wet behind the ears
Sitting on the sofa


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