Short Wist Poems

poems,do they get you laid?like i say,may september,i could get her roses,if she 
can get me poses.so's this.my kiss.wist till i remember,i see embers burnin on 
ground.god damn,im down....

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Bailey's an marmalade whisk my eye glare
Smiles of a man marry and skill inner fairy
Frawn stance, a lore france, erewhile recite
Like memory life afore him forby and touch
Then clepe that soft pure white coat skin
Mirror his eyes and gaze to wist mere lips
But no I called not, I named not. I just saw...

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The view
How you see the world bubby,
 depending on your age,
naive as the sunshine,
then you turn another page,
the cynic type is coming,
have another beer,
someone bloody wist in it ,
its tasting might queer,
but then you're thin in plenty,
old tripe whose bones do ache,
stop yappin bout serenity,
lets have another steak....
(obscenity)  Don Johnson...

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In the midst of midnight mystic twilight

Silence gently fades in an infinite cascade
Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun
Tension burst in darken moment made afraid

Roaring voices sounds of thunder 

Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away 

Swelling sated of explosion love 
Warm cinders soothe the budding moment ray 

Tranquil dreams of sorrow 

Blaze hues of love upon the sunrise 



6/6/2019...

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In the midst of midnight twilight
			
Silence   gently fades in a cascade

Warm wist embrace  of a blazing sun

Tension burst in  darken moment  made afraid

	      		 

Roaring voices  sounds  of thunder	
	
Epic  heartbeat tsunami  waves break away	
	
Swelling sated of explosion love	

Warm cinders soothes the budding moment ray	

	

Tranquil dreams of sorrow	
			
Love like there is no tomorrow	


4/2/2016...

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I  tried to tie, I said, I said,
some rocks to billowed clouds.
In this I was a fool, a chump!
For rocks, as is both well allowed
and widely wist,
pass always through these vapor stumps,
and gathered mists,
and won't be bound with lumps.
So all I’ve really done is stone the earth
with quarried things that loud ker-thump,
become the cause of people being
sore bereaved with grievous bumps.
Oh no! Look out! Please mind your head!
And look out poems!
Gazelles upon you tread....

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A raw communion wafer in my hand
A hard wind melting the castles of sand

There is an anger roaring through us
A surf thrashing on the rocky shore
An inebriated old incubus
Its wist binds our Samson to the floor
It butters the children dry bread
Broke hole in my mother's shoes
Turn blue, silky skies to lead
And print morning and evening news
I saw the pale infection
Coiled like a whip on a Great House floor
The master of the plantation
The tears of children on a foreign shore....

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