Best Bequeath Poems

Villanelle :  Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own

Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own
No not all the tasters of Isphaha can patch it back whole
Living did you your true voice with packs of lies loan

Poetasters all to...

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Not to question the Almighty
Though when planning out our life He
Might have done a better job 
In the designing of the gob

For in the matter of our teeth
Far from a permanent bequeath
They’re like friends for aye of sorrow
Here today and gone tomorrow

I suggest a bold...

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Having lived and now no more
These treasures I bequeath

To death I leave a body grown weary
At the time it called

To life I leave memories that are a mind field
And may not reveal all about me

To the world I leave my poetry

To those that claimed to...

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Bequeath to me no inlaid jewel brocade 
If you are called before God calls to me. 
Your saphire blues and ruby reds will fade 
But give me fire that fueled your heart so free.

Your glowing flame a gift from God to thee 
As comfort balm...

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put teeth in pillow,eat jello and stay soft,apartment loft is off the 
distance,pessimistic me,is she free?ill go look see....

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D-o bequeath to future generations, 
A-ll the lessons of yesterday; 
N-ovember twenty-second morn 
I-s learning with Wednesday. 
E-arnestly bequeath to future generations, 
L-eaving to them the faith and love; 
L-et them live with firm hope 
I-n the sight of one God above. 

B-equeath to future...

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I can hardly wait to meet you
To hold you and to greet you
As I await for your arrival
My darling sweet Grandchild

My heart is overflowing
Such love I have for you
You are in my heart already 
I bequeath to you my Teddy
A precious, shabby, well-loved bear
He’ll keep...

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lurch out of a haze
thought love had brought now was past-
every breath I take


10/29/2019...

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I'm falling and I know it.
Yet I see the one's below me.
And I say I have to help them
when no-one can say that each be.

Where the only thing in common
is a ground been pulled beneath.
Where no-one has seen the help sign
and the others batt bequeath....

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Grieved our word by breach of faintness. 
Fraud pains and shivers us wordless  
Had no clue, what had given us 
God, join us in one love and grace.
 
Heaven is broad secret above.
Our parents' love will aid and move.
Ready to merge in love and sense 
God,...

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The extravagance of leisure
   —to have exploited spare time

Beyond the reach of my grandfathers
  —beyond the joy and the pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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An extravagance of leisure
   —exploiting the time

Beyond the reach of my Grandfathers
   —the joy and the pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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You, my most favorite darling, get my grandfather clock said she.
When I am dead. Unapologetic, diabolical laugh.
You, sweetie pie, get my off-key piano stated easily.
To keep in my tiny efficiency apartment?  Is she daft?

And you, honey babe, get my jewelry, she prettily pointed out.
Indicating...

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Raw pain cries, from inside out. 
The frozen nighttime rain continues 
With a whispered willow’s throw; 
Dangling verbs, wording their amusement.
Black sheath ever marching, 
Grown to cover blankets, toys, 
And sparkling noise
Provided for our elders, friends, 
And not so much an enemy 
Our mirrored image...

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