Best Chaffs Poems

SPRING OF SUBSTANCE


Adorable word  drawing a rainbow of substance-- SPRING
Benumb snow-white cloak that drapes the earth,
charmed by strips of  golden spotlight above blue skies
delicate cloak now being peeled to show
emeralds of nature: daring to model life
Footsteps ready to walk on warm green grassy...

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So the October sky let loose its stores
in drip and drop as nature restores
the wilted and silted back to life.

A rainbow here, a rainbow there.
All signs of good fortune in time.
The Shuramuroves* flock in distant sky,
criss-crossing in their flap of honor.
Seers cast bones to the...

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I Never See the Wind
Written: By Tom Wright
2/17/2007

The wind slips through my life unseen
Often painting vivid pictures.
It moves things, often from one place to another.
It cools, it warms, it freezes, it chaffs,
And sometimes it howls as if angry
As it passes both animate and inanimate objects;...

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They came in their white robes
leaning on ornate wooden staffs.
Witches too, carrying crystal globes
and the wizard loudly them chaffs.

The moon shines fat and full
casting silvery rays of light.
All together they made an eyeful
as they danced through the night.

Worshiping this special time
the priests following the trail
up...

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By Cherbo Geeplay

You woke me up when I was dead,
teaching the night stars wantonly 
to obey the Atlantic; then slashed
my arteries in flight to Lake Piso, 
humbling its boundaries, before 
fusing them calmly to a gel.
When the elders speak in parables, 
it is a mix...

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Always tried to do my best
still not much earth-blest
Of five children one 

alone makes me grand
too foolish in the flower
God chaffs the plan in

love's forgotten-hour
light fails star-bud blooms
a Promised Place

a table set
in brighter rooms
beyond regret



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Note:

(In mashing a "normal" poem through a Haiku sieve, I had...

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Women frustrate me, like Frito bags
dipped in engine grease; quite unsolvable.
But I love them regardless, queens or hags;
life without them would be improbable,
with their constant nags and lovable chaffs,
their love for jeans that cost more than my car.
They are good for company, smiles and ...

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I awoke
Alone 
In a crowded field
Budding potential
Growing amidst
Disillusionment.
Tossed into the air
Stung by the edges
Of chaffs collusion
Separated
From all connection
To whatever was
Set adrift
On what is

©5/3/2023...

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“… My precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was when I carried you” (Margaret Fishback Powers).

"We Shall Overcome" Opposition—Genuinely God’s Glorious Gain!

Amazing grace—victorious...

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those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter

gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod

clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo

even royalty’s spoken without utmost decor
found themselves cast as party's gauche boar

try to...

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Hopelessness, like krait betwixt stones, creep into heart,
Confusion, like troubled stream, from heart, stands apart;
I am lonely and lost; float on flooding river,
Lifeless! Though reach the banks, I'll live like a sliver...!

I try to avoid despair, yet, like leech it clings,
Looks externally simple; it has...

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Going?               Luke. 14:25-27, 34.

Bear foot, I look to bloody prints.                     ...

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How times were different so long ago,
when pure survival dominated life.
No extra frills to fill long hours- bestow
enjoyment- mostly work to ease our strife.

We girls, mid-afternoon, when school was done,
might go to fields to gather wheat for bread-
not going to a park and having fun
like...

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Both teams seem equal. Can we call this A and B?
Coin tossed; goal-post chose; both, lo, relax for a wee; 
The referee blows his whistle, B to kick-start,
Players plunge into deed; wet lips of spectators part...!

Dribbling, passing, defending, heading, and juggling, 
One could see each...

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May blood vessels of affection amalgamate within!
And nucleus of compassion, like a fish and its bin…
Enabling ethical thoughts and words, and deeds coruscate,
Like sparks of virtues from fires of wisdom permeate...!

May evils that muddy the pools of purity give way,
To the crystal clear stream of...

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