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POEWHIT, 16 january 2017

TREASURE

Into the attic I creep.
Just for a tiny peek.
They won't ever know.
I'll go real slow.

A pirate trunk to find.
Jolly Roger, and that kind.
Slowly open to look.
It's empty but one book.

Soiled and old, yet it gleams.
First page open by seam.
Dear Diary, today I cry.
I met this nice guy.

from my poem book - DREAMS


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POEWHIT

POEWHIT, 12 january 2017

POLLUTED AIR

Polluted air, dead mans wonder.
Taken back from the blunder.
Sing a broken song to me.
Pinstripe suit said, "TURN THE KEY".


Television said, "OZONE WITH HAZE".
Eyes feeling blurry, a walking maze.
Plastic pyarmid, a French song.
Pinstripe suit said, "THRY'RE WRONG".

Eggshell air covers the earth.
Open the curtain on a blue birth.
Garage door closed, suicide ways.
Pinstripe suit said, "MANY DAYS".


from my poem book DREAMS


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POEWHIT, 11 january 2017

DEAD FISH

Dead fish, poison lake.
Acid rain, sunshine bake.
No fish in the pond.
Clip coupons from the bond.
Mighty wonder, mega works.
Drill more oil satan lurks.
Empty hook upon the bay.
Crabs gone, whats to say.
Tiny fish sold in plastic.
Paper weight, oh to fantastic.
Dirty water, no more life.
Kids dead, took one bite.

from my poem book DREAMS


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POEWHIT, 10 january 2017

FOR SALE

AIR FOR SALE=+=THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black-red-green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR !
Tape the windows good.
Clean air machine - VooooooM.
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - what's to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding thinking of the sky.
Those multi-colored clouds pass by.

from my poem book DREAMS 2


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POEWHIT

POEWHIT, 9 january 2017

MY RELIGIOUS T.V.

Brainwasher - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.

Look I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
Weak minded - am I really free ????

An addict you have made me.
Sit I do - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street - hanging long.

BEAT - ROB - STEAL - AND KILL.
UPPER - DOWNER - ACTION - ALL THRILLS.
DANCE ALL NIGHT-GAMBLE - SPEED PILL.
GOD said, "CROSS ON THE HILL".

from my poem book DREAMS 2


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POEWHIT, 2 january 2017

ROLL and GAMBLE

Gamble and roll all day.
YET, I have no income pay.
On a bench my home life.
Hook she does, such a good wife.
Let me play this  molded image part.
From T.V. ads - to multi-multi-marts.
All day long in a haze.
Crawling sometimes in a maze
The herded sheep - all wool gone.
Addictions grow - new tattoo on arm.
GOLD plated chain around neck.
Got that itch - joker in the deck.
Around the block again
Down is up now - times bend.
Illusions live on T.V. ways.
Church door locked - stolen pay.
Where is GOD ? all is lost.
Overdose time - the new host.
All growing dark - real slow.
DOWN TO HELL - LAST ROLL - HELLO.

from my poem book DREAMS 3


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POEWHIT, 30 december 2016

A SMALL GLASS OF WATER

One small glass of water.
The waiter said, "THAT WAS THE ORDER".
The pantry man looked at me.
We have no water, LET IT BE.
What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY.
OFF WITH MY HEAD ! It seems to me.
Oh your honor, the pantry said, "LET BE".
WHAT !! No water in my kingdom.
How can this fate, NO FREEDOM!!!
But, What, after this - TO SEA.
Find me some water - ON ONE KNEE.
That is your quest - NOW FLEE !!!
Yes your majesty - A CRUSADE IT WILL BE.
For a small glass of water.
Call all in the quarter-YES.  Even the porter.


from my poem book DREAMS 2


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POEWHIT, 8 april 2014

P O E M B O Y 8

The moon turns

SPIN earth SPIN

who am I ?????

Spot of living dust

Air of must

SIT, [wonder an hour ]

Smell of the flower

Life turns with power.

5/8/2014  JOE POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


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POEWHIT, 1 april 2014

P O E M B O Y 7

Dance all earth

Sing more to birth

A song with heart

High and low tide - apart

Clouds have a start

Just find our part

Pray and sing to life

GOD can heal strife.

4/1/2014 JOE POEWHIT

JESUS SAVEt


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POEWHIT, 31 march 2014

P O E M B O Y 6

Flowers cover a hill

Beauty of nature

Quiet is the sound

The sun all around 

Let me sit and look

Gentle sound of a brook

A bird flies softly

It's shadow crosses me.

3/31/2014    JOE POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


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Other poems: TREASURE, POLLUTED AIR, DEAD FISH, FOR SALE, MY RELIGIOUS T.V., ROLL and GAMBLE, A SMALL GLASS OF WATER, P O E M B O Y 8, P O E M B O Y 7, P O E M B O Y 6, P O E M B O Y 5, P O E M B O Y 4, P O E M B O Y 3, P O E M B O Y 2, P O E M B O Y 1, P O E M B O Y, L O N E B I R D, H U N G E R, WALT WHITMAN, H E A V E N, SABBATH, THE BARD, BIG FISH SMALL POND, HAIKU POEM 1, FLUFFY PUPPY DOGS, AIDS PARADE, A CIGAR [doorboy], AMERICA POLITICO, LOST in the SMOKE CLOUD, THE BARD, CRACK BABY is CRACKED, NAM VIET, ALCOHOL TEEN, AN ANGEL 5/6/07, CITY DOG, GLOBAL WARMING BLUES, THE AIR GAME, PLASTIC WAR GAME [again], LET US SING, FREE MY MIND, CARROTS, SUGABOO this poems for you,
 

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