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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
POEWHIT, 31 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 5
Are you Poem boy ?
Let me sing coy
GOD don't like idols
Down to a toy dollsl
GOD wants us to follow
His way, not ours, swallow
He is a jealous GOD
Back then, the idol mod.
3/30/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 28 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 4
Poem boy - again
Just a note to send
Girl with lazy eye's
Read more - surprise
GOD made heaven
Worked 6 - rested 1
Well water - [ for sale ]
GEEE - you lookin pale.
3/27/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 26 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 3
LOVE - LOVE - LOVE
Just a 4 letter word
A mountain jolted
The heart bolted
Find that magic mix
Like a candle wick
Look for love
Wings of a dove.
3/26/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 25 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 2
Sunrise or sunset
Love the rest
Open eye's look
A gutter crook
GOD in heaven
Never work on seven
Beauty of life
One note - a fife.
3/25/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 25 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 1
Sour is the hour
Call of the flower
Song fills an air
Yesterday, a care
Life flows along
Our life a song
Up seems down, at times
Down is up, a rhyme.
3/24/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 24 march 2014
P O E M B O Y
Cry out words
Sit so absurd
A pen for the notes
Ideas seem remote
Play a magical song
Fill the soul long
That note with tears
Rings long in the ears.
3/23/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 24 march 2014
L O N E B I R D
Limb of my domain
To sing of crying pain
Clouds fill the sky
My heart does fly
Wisps of cool wind
Ground full of sin
Let me leave my limb
Floating on air prim
3/23/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 9 march 2014
H U N G E R
My kingdom for bread
"the jester said"
Hunger at the gate door
Bread man, an empty more
Hunger with burning pain
Some bread, before insane
Bread, bread, more here
Empty, gone-last words ear
3/9/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 5 march 2014
WALT WHITMAN
Sage of words, to read.
Counting every heart beat.
One that looked upon life.
Tears hidden from strife.
Wanting all to read.
His words like flowering seeds.
His anchor was mankind.
The war he knew, unkind.
When one hears WHITMAN name.
A POET OF KINGLY FAME
3/5/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 12 july 2013
H E A V E N
Beyond all.
Earth just a ball.
We are so small.
Yet - God loves all.
We pray to call.
God knows our hall.
Help from a ball.
Wait till next fall.
7/2013 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 21 june 2012
SABBATH
One day, last of the week.
Rest we do, a Holy God to seek.
Our ways become not our own.
That day belongs to God and home.
Thoughts become a worship song.
Labors end, to hallow our wrongs.
Jesus went to the temple prayer.
The Apostles followed Jesus, in his cares.
8/30/2010 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 14 june 2012
THE BARD
A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say ?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find-an empty ear.
So and what-this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time-sing us a song.
"Hours late, must get along".
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard.
5/20/2012 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 14 june 2012
BIG FISH SMALL POND
TAILS - FINS - BIG SPLASH !!!!!!
Got to move fast.
No way out.
Whale's water spout.
Eyes bulging big.
No place to sing.
More moving about.
TAILS - FINS - DO ROUT.
6/14/2012 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 8 june 2012
HAIKU POEM 1
LOTTO and DEATH:
One day -
You are -
A winner.
6.7/2012 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 4 june 2012
FLUFFY PUPPY DOGS
Little bundles of joy.
On the carpet with toys.
Momma dog looks with a grin.
All day long they spin.
Knaw, chew, whine, and sing.
Roll around, baby barks and things.
Off in the quiet wings.
Daddy dog rests, with head sublime.
In his dreams, wishing of other times.
Yet, they roll and play onward.
On the carpet, OUT !!! in the yard.
Merry are the fluffy puppy dogs,
plus the bard.
2007 from 8Hop.com
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POEWHIT, 29 may 2012
AIDS PARADE
Darkness comes with the setting sun.
So the party parade has begun.
Onward marching to the dancing band.
Caressed in images, that give love and sand.
Spreading the tiny AIDS bug to me.
A wrath of GOD, cursed upon thee.
There is no cure, GODS WILL, be.
That his son on the cross died for thee.
Setting enflamed souls, away from its curse.
Aids marches onward, like a river to sea.
All subscribers to the marching AIDS BAND.
Your better off just holding hands.
2007 from 8Hop.com
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POEWHIT, 22 may 2012
A CIGAR [doorboy]
Been on your old feet.
That big front door to keep.
The one with the brass and key.
You came from across the sea.
Your work is the door keep.
Shine the brass, even the key.
Been forty years now door keep.
You have been a good-and sweep.
Shine on your shoes to see.
"the rich lady's shawl with gloves".
"the gentleman's hat, with the gloves".
Back at the door-ballroom-party fun.
Another years gone, being on the run.
At the end of the year MASTER was kind.
*FORTY YEARS-a cigar for you*
Still in the wrapper, not two.
2006 from Scribble Club.com ????
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POEWHIT, 17 may 2012
AMERICA POLITICO
DEALS, DEALS, DEALS
Small room, with twelve bathrooms.
Envelopes fill the baskets.
Mirrors with lipstick kisses.
In the small room-elbows bump.
In the office.
OCCUPIED-next bathroom.
Outside neighbors look.
Cesspool trucks arrive.
Dirt cover-up off lid.
Man preys lid open.
Next years news escapes.
CESSPOOL CLEAN and POLITICS AGAIN.
2009 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 15 may 2012
LOST in the SMOKE CLOUD
Got an - E - today on the math test.
Teacher said, "your minds in a fog".
Not that upon the sea.
And-your only a young teen.
Cast in the waves-no rudder.
These rocks will sink you.
You tell me I'm a fool.
YET, I teach school.
Your morals are in bad decay.
Smut plays on the stage today.
Garbage in your minds memory.
Funny odor cloud of insanity.
Hide in the closet all day.
Again-you tell me I'm a fool.
A stool for wine at times.
JESUS, made water wine.
Yours is a brook of crime.
Mine brings a laugh at times.
TURN THE TV. OFF.
Smoke is giving you a cough.
12/2006 from writespot.org ??????
POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 13 may 2012
THE BARD
A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say.
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard - anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
" Hours late, must get along ".
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard.
5/13/2013 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Latest comments:
29 april 2024
sam53
nic nowego, wszystko mam pod kontrolą... tak
29 april 2024
a jak wygląda nieromantyczny pocałunek...?
29 april 2024
Weronika
Przynajmniej przy bezdennym brzegu.
29 april 2024
violetta
Jesteś w niebie:)
29 april 2024
wg. pisma ... ? ...ale nie na 100
29 april 2024
Promieniowanie ciała doskonale czarnego.
28 april 2024
samoA
dziękuję. uśmiech posyłam
27 april 2024
Jaga
Bardzo, widać że dobrze mu z oka patrzy ;)
27 april 2024
On tak dostojnie chodzi, że to czysta przyjemność
27 april 2024
kb
hm tutaj pokazano niejako wprost sprawcę światła.
27 april 2024
sufit, uśmiech i barany... no tak to jest, sama
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"wszystkie modlitwy wymyślili grzesznicy"
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