Best Sparing Poems

Rodents can be loquacious
That includes your average gerbil
They love to prattle, chat and blather
They really are quite verbal

Hamsters are talkative too
Just as garrulous as can...

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As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame

As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame
There within crackling old bones was an...

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Believe not in lies in this, a time of deceiving, for; 
Far too soon, would run fair chance, with sidence; its errant way.." 
I've heard...

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I've focused on this evening
For near a fortnight now
Each element planned to perfection
Every detail intended to wow

I admit that in the past
My efforts have been...

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Chronicler of Events and Emotions

As a Poet and as a Writer . . . 
I’m a Chronicler of Events and Emotions;
I watch, observe, and record...

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His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair 
and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, 
a certain dash, and a military bearing. 
His speech was clipped....

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Interested in my thoughts?
I’m interested in yours, too
Nice of you to stop by 
A not-so-phony comment will do
It’s nice that everyone talks and leaves me...

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I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and...

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Is this the foothold you sought
  when love decayed and left you wanting?
Avenged in miniscule degrees, each vindicated
moment a trivial gilded victory...
The stars align...

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Nine o’clock dark
Stage for shark swim
Deep arc stakeout

Sailors phishing
Not squaring news
Sparing no one

Once debutante 
Vessel vaunt sinks
For daunt of men

Dawns a new day
Silent gray-blue
Sea fray...

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BETRAYAL - FICKLE DEATH'S SICKLE 


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A night’s rest is never enough for the city always calls
A new day is like a page flip from the time a night falls
A breakfast...

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It’s snowing and blowing;
Anxiety’s growing.
The sidewalks and roads may be slick.
I’m waiting, equating
My fear’s escalating
With how much these flakes seem to stick.

The trees, as they...

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my brother is not a hugger
but when i sobbed on his bed 
over something they said
he was the last to let go
my brother doesn't say...

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Nature, to a less discerning eye, at times seems partial to 
		certain of her creatures,
sparing some the pain of death and loss, a blessing we...

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