Best Less Poems

POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.

As the final pages turned, I pondered on treasured lessons I'd learned.
I took...

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I want more
More time to do more
More this and more that
Someone told me less is more
What do you think of that
If I had more money
I could buy more stuff
If I had more things
would it be enough
I'd eat more 
have an extra scoop
At the other end
there'd...

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my needs are simple
when isolated 
from my wants
it took a while
to realize
my many wants
were mere
obstructions
preventing me
from
focusing
on my dreams



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~GATEKEEPER~ 2020

Submitted on December 18, 2018 for contest MINIMALISM sponsored by CECELIA HOPKINS-DREWER  -  RANKED 1ST...

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Who are the less fortunate?
What are their names?
Are they the crippled,
the blind, the lame?

Is a man in a wheelchair
lesser than I?
His heart may hold treasures
that no one can buy

Does a girl without speech
have nothing to say?
Is a boy without toys
unable to play?

Do eyes without sight
shed...

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POETRY LESS
Sitting at my computer with my silly hat on,
Not knowing what to write,
I really feel sad, down, really not bright,
My muse is no help at all tonight,
As I struggle to think with all my might!
The situation lately is quite,
A challenge, and in spite,
Of my...

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After our not so delicious meal, we started home
He turned onto our usual well-worn road
Headed west where we bumped across raised railroad tracks
There at the octagon shaped stop sign turned northwest

Feeling sated and situated on the road home
Home where the old weak heart resides
Home where...

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This country’s sure got problems
Corruption, crime, and drugs.
And though we try to fix the world
The world just hates our guts.
But for all our woes and troubles
I still love the US
‘Cause compared to the rest of the world
America sucks less

They call us all polluters
With our Hummer...

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hid insecurities within
  ambiguous humor &
   convoluted whimsies,
rules consistently changing
 in a game which required
hardly more than breath,
  nothing less than obscurity
     twisting a fallible fancy, 
    seizing day's intangibility...

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thunderclouds
shrouding the grave 
my falling tears

03~30~16
13 syllables or less contest sponsored by Timothy Hicks...

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Intense desires arise when turning manic!
     it's like a non-stop, full ejaculation
(from mania that feels like way orgasmic)

Pelvis and loins afire like fantastic,
     and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Intense desires arise when turning manic! 

Eros peaks, then...

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Because he's one less leg
They bullied him for being crippled 
They picked on him daily
They called him cruel names 
... it hurts!

Because he's one less leg
They underestimated him
They looked down on him
They saw him as weak
... it's sad 

Because he's one less leg
He's got no...

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Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed tokes; or a poem, with 
a vomit of words – nixing participation
for the reader, the mental pecks
he came for, like...

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Am I less a Christian
Because I do not shout it from the mountain top?
Am I less a Christian
Because I do not think about religion nonstop?

Am I less a Christian
Because I do not wear my faith on my sleeve?
Am I less a Christian
Because I think it...

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Ignorance is...

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Without reason rhyme would not be sublime.
Un-metered runs of tale-tossed words, un-timed
would reasonably scatter like broken chimes,
petering-out upon the parchment page of springtime.

Without season time could not unwind
in measured meter with unearthly reason kind,
scattering broken bits like brittle finds
across the fragrant fields of summer time.

Without...

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