Jay Porter Poems

I
The door was open
Impossibly large crowd, loud
The door was closed, still
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You want a poem? Here is a lousy limerick from me.
Loosely stitched together in a minute, maybe three.
Truth be told I think my loose, lame, and lousy limerick is pretty neat.
I dare you to say that five times fast, that'd be an incredible feat.
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I used too do a lot of things. I was extremely athletic, whether it was running, swimming, or even lifting heavy things. That changed when three weeks ago I broke my leg. It changed even more as I fell, when pain raced up my leg. Feeling a bite and nursing a wound has left me vulnerable. Fear not, I shall recover.

From bones to thin glass
Containing a soul of steel
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I
Tat, tat, tat, down the alleyway.
Soaring marbles, having fun.
Gone, gone, gone, are the days we play.
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I
Soon I'll be free
From the plastic and misery
Soon I will run
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Off falls his head, he told bad jokes.
Now he is dead.

It was a day to celebrate, a day to break bread.
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Small depravities on my skin
In blood filled euphoria my head slowly spins
The pleasure brought by a small incision
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It happens, things end
The difference between us is
The distance between mars and venus
You should have seen us.
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The Power of words
Words have power, I'm not just talking about poetry
Words to fill a heart and put the mind at ease
Or rip holes in heads and destroy sanity
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One day, my glasses broke
An old companion
I cherished it's company.
An old screw stripped from the place it slept
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