Small Poems

Yes children Better bands play While you slumber in bed We call it circle of life. #smallpoems

Yes children Better bands play While you slumber in bed We call it circle of life. #smallpoems

Two numbers to call when at home now one (wish I had seven many gone some walking forgotten) but two now one May not know forgot to listen but you're

Two numbers to call when at home now one (wish I had seven many gone some walking forgotten) but two now one May not know forgot to listen but you're missed glad you chose how to hang up the phone #smallpoems

Weird to consider never was as gravity kept our rock in motions New notionss of friendship cover old emotions that can Never Hide. Always present. A h

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Weird to consider never was as gravity kept our rock in motions New notionss of friendship cover old emotions that can Never Hide. Always present. A history itching at a big bite on your softest hide. #smallpoems

childhood friend has moved to The Next Place Not friend a mirror of Faults in accomplishments Someone who share lives Milestones or more usually silen

childhood friend has moved to The Next Place Not friend a mirror of Faults in accomplishments Someone who share lives Milestones or more usually silently commiserated in their absence Acting as dreams were never gone #smallpoems

Bugs Hungry for Blood Hide in my Writing haunts not sure if I should bat way metaphors of deeper meaning or write shorter poems #smallpoems

Bugs Hungry for Blood Hide in my Writing haunts not sure if I should bat way metaphors of deeper meaning or write shorter poems #smallpoems

When a piece of childhood peels away. Forever time only leaves fruits of forgotten moments growing on trees in the Wood of Never Was #smallpoems

When a piece of childhood peels away. Forever time only leaves fruits of forgotten moments growing on trees in the Wood of Never Was #smallpoems

Pantheons of potential pulling on pieces of past polling in requests of posts passing through invisible tags #indieweb #smallpoems

Pantheons of potential pulling on pieces of past polling in requests of posts passing through invisible tags #indieweb #smallpoems

#smallpoems My kids dog dug up our cilantro patch today rocks and dirt crumbled can't leave those snakes alone Not regular cilantro, mind you real ren

#smallpoems My kids dog dug up our cilantro patch today rocks and dirt crumbled can't leave those snakes alone Not regular cilantro, mind you real renegade stuff Free of our garden Plopped atop the driveway, crouching against a rock wall fighting for light in shade multi-headed hydrangeas regrowth from last year a kid's project for sure something lovingly pl

Depths of love rise and sink pulled by hidden forces retreating water revealing scars of past industry hidden again in rising passions but currents of

Depths of love rise and sink pulled by hidden forces retreating water revealing scars of past industry hidden again in rising passions but currents of love itself always pushes forward always out Sea #smallpoems #tdc3087

#smallpoems Drips condense, fall to tunes of crackling ice beating out a two-step shanty Sugar squeezed from sunlit runs in tart pains of labor Aint k

#smallpoems Drips condense, fall to tunes of crackling ice beating out a two-step shanty Sugar squeezed from sunlit runs in tart pains of labor Aint know best lemonade Expect recipe you got Lemonade no competition more a Goal A way of being getting there before you know its gone

learning fuses as ideas melt congeal coalescing in communities as thought New Knowledge sparked on tips of past as spindles rekindle flames of desire

learning fuses as ideas melt congeal coalescing in communities as thought New Knowledge sparked on tips of past as spindles rekindle flames of desire in fibers of unlit realities #smallpoems

Before Biggie Predating Tupac Lemon Henry Jefferson lie frozen dead in streets of Chicago Heart attack? Poison? Robbed of royalties? Blind Lemmon Jeff

Before Biggie Predating Tupac Lemon Henry Jefferson lie frozen dead in streets of Chicago Heart attack? Poison? Robbed of royalties? Blind Lemmon Jefferson father of American music, forgotten buried in an unmarked grave #smallpoems

Eclectic Mayhem only choice voice of Glowstick Gonzos who hoist moist truths in corduroys to counterpoise noise gathering in wales of failing forward

Eclectic Mayhem only choice voice of Glowstick Gonzos who hoist moist truths in corduroys to counterpoise noise gathering in wales of failing forward hailing on cords of color cascading in stolen stars #smallpoems

Search for specific delusions of reality leaving truth undefined in the one Answer. #smallpoems

Search for specific delusions of reality leaving truth undefined in the one Answer. #smallpoems

Some lines legislate little stalls to slow rolls. Let language lick at lobes in flows of lava cooling on on burning tongues #smallpoems

Some lines legislate little stalls to slow rolls. Let language lick at lobes in flows of lava cooling on on burning tongues #smallpoems

Belongs To Texas A Lone Star licking riffs like BBQ sauce off of finger tips. #smallpoems

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Belongs To Texas A Lone Star licking riffs like BBQ sauce off of finger tips. #smallpoems

#smallpoems Fundamental beat maintained by Spirituals patting of one foot hands clap out Not marking straight time But Stop-Time Strong accent. A down

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#smallpoems Fundamental beat maintained by Spirituals patting of one foot hands clap out Not marking straight time But Stop-Time Strong accent. A down beat bandied from hand to foot from foot to hand Found poem from Signifyin(g), Sanctifyin', and Slam Dunking,

Mr. Waters taught me to stop-time. Pause, listen. New paths. 'Tonic pitches cast in progressions of lost time unfolding histories held in a cradle of

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Mr. Waters taught me to stop-time. Pause, listen. New paths. 'Tonic pitches cast in progressions of lost time unfolding histories held in a cradle of tonality pointing to half steps in turnarounds of my life #smallpoems

Jazz ain't jazz until it be Jazz which ain't not not jazz but broken beats and stolen feats amd polyrhythms hidden in fusions ridden into found sounds

Jazz ain't jazz until it be Jazz which ain't not not jazz but broken beats and stolen feats amd polyrhythms hidden in fusions ridden into found sounds floating in a Bitches Brew drank during Foreplay #smallpoems

Thx for the recommendation @dogtrax https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/content/listen/ I listen too Kamasi a new ear stumbling on sounds of a f

Thx for the recommendation @dogtrax https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/content/listen/ I listen too Kamasi a new ear stumbling on sounds of a future's past an ethnomusicology unfolding in a dancing Lotus peaking from behind the curtain #smallpoems