Short Wore Poems
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Sometimes the weight of need,
Is just to close my full eyes,
to sit still, outside the storm!
And be washed in secret silence.
There is beauty in her lack of grace
and in her lack of underwear,
she’ll set you up and set the pace,
just remember, love, she has no care.
Wore a Bib Eating a Rib
So buddy can you spare me a rib;
Am eating one while wearing bib;
We ate a few,
Which will do,
Hearing Trump telling another fib.
Jim Horn
I wore my red scarf today,
feeling sassy and full of play,
I am the epitome of a drama queen,
wherever I am there is always a scene
as I walk down the street foxy and lean.
You should see suit that Trump wore
It was actually made by a whore
As can be sure was certainly tight
Which is way he ends up every night
Must be big bed bugs that him do bite.
Jim Horn
Wore Christmas Cap While Gifts Rap
When all the gifts Santa had to wrap,
He would always do it wearing a cap,
With clothes,
Will suppose,
And for him to fly sled needed a map.
Jim Horn
Took Away Crown Trump Wore
Trump was President while wearing crown;
Not only that he was an incredible clown
Hard to reach;
Should impeach;
From precipice wish he would step down.
Jim Horn
Dee wore a teeny weeny bikini
All guys on the beach whistled her keenly
She caused hullabaloo
As it was a see-through
And green-eyed gals swore at Dee obscenely.
Trump Supporters Wore Rings In Nose
As usual, what we again would suppose;
Trump supporters wore rings in their nose;
Around led;
Spoon fed;
Wished he lost crossing fingers and toes.
Jim Horn
Limerick : Once the UN wore a carnation
Once the UN wore a carnation
Now in the shade looks like damnation
Halls echo inane talk
House for rent at New York
Is UN ever on vacation ?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The Santa who wore pink was the favorite of the crowd.
He had a soft way about him, he was not one bit loud.
We liked him in every way, he was humble not proud.
He was the best Santa we had ever seen in St. Cloud.
I want to ride
Like Captain Nathan Brittles of the US Calvary
As he rode through Monument Valley
To fight the Indians
When it was easy to tell
The good from the bad
And John Wayne was the man.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Shelly always wore big boots when she walked pink bear
He left his mark hither, yon, over here and under there
His piles were huge, and gooey, and warm and smelly too.
She never cleaned up the mess, when they were through.
Trump Wore Broach With Roach
Trump as President around would pouch,
And when he did saw him wear a broach;
Also termite,
Full of spite,
Which would contain silhouette of a roach.
Jim Horn
Beto O'Rourke just said this on the news.
One summer I bought husband and I shirts that matched.
Not one or two, but rather ten or twelve, all thickly thatched.
We rode around in them puffed up, as if just hatched.
Looking like Tweedle Dee and Dumb, distorted, and insanely batched.
Limerick: Once a London Bobby wore a bobtail
Once a London Bobby wore a bobtail
Little girls pulled his leg by the tail
So he cut off his leg
They pulled his other leg
So he cut off his head to keep the tail.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
in the sixties we girls wore our hair like poodles
teased it up in a poofy way curled and high
stuck a small velvet bow right in front
two inches above our noses
and thought we looked rather posh
not understanding we looked like fancy poodles
Limerick: Once a true benign Pope wore iron Cross
Once true benign Pope wore iron Cross
Ate humble pie dressed white spoke not lipgloss
Other Lords reigned in pomp
Caught in their cool aplomb:
Up Calvary got seared into steel Cross!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Ah yes dew two
Ah she aH rate mi
Dew she rate dos
Amiga dew she
Rate H mi gH
SY. She loves me
Endorinv
Might I h e her
Fore we
Than in alwY us together
Love her forever
h say she mi gah
De ilish whisper she
Made plans
She with him
We're not together
Love is often rated
When those in l Ed
re absent
she wore the most beautiful pearls
she
wore black
in the night
the times i saw
her. black pearls dancing,
singing song in her ears
and heart so radiant her
color to look. like black pupils
looking through purple tint contact lens,
refracting shine from sunny seas and shores.
connie pachecho
1/21/17
she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down
she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
that day
through the church window
she wore white
a bounding white gown
joining them
enmeshing their existence
he celebrated
this vision of her
blurry with tears
this day
through the hospital window
she wears white
only a crisp white sheet
separating them
laid across her cold body
covering half his soul
he mourns
this vision of her
blurry with tears
Form:
The dog wore a rainbow bandana
A feral cat hissed at it
Birds bullied each other at the feeder
A hawk in the shadows
Rats scurried through the alleys
Of both the rich and poor
(garbage is garbage)
Children waited for the school bus
Breakfast waited for them
An old woman collected “recyclable” cans
(a homeless entrepreneur)
I wondered
“do politicians ever look out the window?
You stood there beneath the taunting man on the cross
Yet you stared at the stained floor
I was walking in the dreaded aisle unnoticed by the groom
The bouquet left no petal
For the fluttering flies took them as the bell rang
But you remained unmoved.
I was there almost
I even took the veil
But instead of taking my hand
You lit the candle
Then sprinkled water
On to the glass
Then laid a rose on my breast.
YOUR LOVE INSPIRES ME TO KEEP
LOVING YOU
THRU THICK, AND THIN
EVERYDAY WE BEGEN
AND IT MAKES SENSE
TO KEEP LOVING YOU
WHEN WE GROW AND GROW
LET OUR LOVE SHOW
AND THAN WE SPEND OUR
DAYS NUTURING
PROUD AS A MAN
COULD BE
LOVE IN IT'S HONESTY
BRINGS US TOGETHER
TO BE LOVERS AND FREINDS
IF YOU ASKED ME
WOULD I
DO IT ALL AGAIN
I'D SAY TO MY FREIND
I'D GLADLY TAKE YOUR HAND
TO BE YOUR LOVER AGAIN