Short Wishy Poems

wishy washy me
mind always on the next road
HARK, I AM ON IT!...

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wiseacres worked out
                      wishy-washy withdrawals
                       worth the worst wording...

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Zebra is not the odd one at all
In tales of adventure so springy and tall
In the land of the wishy swisher kings
The zebra is zippy, kind of one of the zings....

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If ever a genie should say to me,
“I shall grant thee wishes three. Choose wisely!”,
wealth, perfect health, and immortality
my choices might be. Maybe not. Maybe....

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Feel wishy washy today, what could it be
Far as I know, I'm still the same loveable me
Maybe it's the weather
Knock me down with a feather
Guess I'm just a serious sun-loving devotee...

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Longneck Cassidy, my hero from the fifties
A giraffe so charming his talent quite nifty
Picking apples was a breeze
Lower branches on his knees
Remembering him makes my eyes go washy wishy...

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the moon crossed 
                                       the Northern Lights floats
                                                  as the stars 
                                            crashed into the sea...

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Twas the day after Christmas and all through the land
Exhausted humans were reclining... couldn't stand
Putting salt in their coffee
Feeling all wishy washy
But happy to hear nastiness' forever been banned...

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To vascilate is never any fun
Either go with the other or the one
Riding the fence not the bull
Soon gives all a belly full
of Quickdraw McGraw with an empty gun

For wisdom catagory

Jul 29 2010 For John's Limerick contest...

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"EARLY TONIGHT, according to HEAR SAY, things got PRETTY UGLY when a SINGLE GROUP of HELLS
ANGELS became SIMPLY IMPOSSIBLE to control during an ALL OUT MINOR CATASTROPHE at the
MICROSOFT WORKS sponsored MEXI-CALI JUMBO SHRIMP Festival“.


(in a strange way, this type of wishy-washy lingo reminds me of our lovely National news)...

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clear-cut 
it never was
always fell 
within a gray area
even now through 
out this estrangement
nothing is cut-and-dry 
wishy-washy indecision
fills the space between us 
fills the distance between us 
seemly over at time but 
then out of the blue it's on again 
then it's off again once again 
a marry-go-round that never ends...

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It was a battle like no other.
We lost my daddy and my brother.
My relatives continued to screech.
The day those aggressive clown fish took the beach.

The battle was savage, the rewards given to others.
We had sad eels, squids, and octopus mothers.
Those clown fish ruined our lives that day.
But I guess all is fair in war in the fishy wishy bay....

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As a rose, 
ever so beautiful, 
ever so attractive 

Perhaps, more so, 
to wishy-washy, 
whimsical wanderers, 
than hearty-heady,
homeward-bounds 

Drawn to your vivacious, 
velvety beautiful petals
Only to leave it,
scratched and scarred
 
As a rose, 
ever so beautiful, 
and attractive
Perhaps, thorns for protection, 
must you have


For MQ...

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Prussian Blue

Let me tell you a little story,
Of an artist that I once knew.
A proud adopted Yorkshireman,
Who only paints in Prussian Blue.

Landscapes wishy-washy
Water colours from life, but not true.
A pallet of so many colours,
But only uses Prussian Blue.

To some folks he is a Master,
To others genius through and through,
But I never rated him myself,
Because he only paints in Prussian Blue....

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Ah, tomorrow and tomorrows!
A procrastinators’ catchall
future days that he will borrow
freely to do nothing at all;
but presently those days will dawn
calling due his declarations;
promises he’ll not keep thereon:
deliberate fabrications.
His wishy-washy character
lacks effectiveness and purpose;
his favorite word is “later”
which can be defined as fruitless.
Is there any hope for him? No!
as long as there are tomorrows....

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The New Year has now started and we belong to new and exciting events. 
I love, I laugh, I smile, and I cry with happiness for all the new talents.
The New Year is all we need to have a new start fresh with ideas to share.
And I hope for the better we enjoy the new poems and show everyone we care.
The New Year is a way to be wishy, washy, and to show we are human with feelings.
With that in mind we are ready to open the doors to the world that we believe in....

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MURDER BE KIND

Murder be kind
Kind as a mistress
Intense as a fan
Doting as a bride
Flamboyant as a flamingo
Prodding as a detective
Wishy-washy as a drunk

Standing over a trap door
Shot
Stared down

Who killed the groom
Should we presume
Or do we get in line
With three-thousand excuses

The guilty one holds the ticket
Unashamed
And grinning
As he is revealed
He’s just-a-kid

A kid who understands none of it!

3/22/2022

A MURDER MYSTERY BIRTHDAY PARTY :)...

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