Rendered Poems - Poems about Rendered

He Rendered Me a Gift

He offered me a painted flower
  Its genus I did not know
But the token gift had the power
  to melt my heart of snow
I really didn't give a fig
  if it had been a bent twig
The gift he rendered on a whim
  was the best part of him

Rendered

Reproduction is oocyting.
With beingness what it is.
From eggs we all develop
as does everything that lives.

500 cardinal gambles tendered
for congress milt to meet, before
fecund moons by periods ended.

From family we are decended
but from eggs we all are rendered

(inspired by “We all are eggs” by poet BLT)
*** a woman is born with 500 eggs*

Rendered

Rendered

Render me in colours
Reflected by the moon, 
Let the white of my smile shine
Against the brown of my frown, 
Let the curve of my chin feel the touch of your hand, 
While the feel of your breathe warms my soul. 

See the dip in my collar bone, 
Fill it with your need, 
While the slow

Rendered Speechless-Literally

People often say I talk a lot, but I hardly think that is true,
Like the whispers about the bluebird, of which he never knew.

Talking helps a lot with my job, which is in public relations,
As modern artists' imaginations, help to create new sensations!

At last I was on vacation though, relishing in blooming pathways,
As I followed

Rendered Self Lame Courtesy Obsessive Compulsive Behavior

Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",

or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain

most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within 
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,

he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language

Rendered Dark

A terrible tragedy occurs,
We do not move to handle it,
Yet we wallow in our own self pity,
And allow ourselves to enter the maze
The labyrinth has a centre that stuns and confuses
Why enter the furthest distance from the exit

Rejuvenated in Summer and cowering away in winter,
Yet it is summer elsewhere
We do not have mercy for ourselves,

Rendered Realms of Romance

to kiss your lips, to drift away
and feel the allure of palms burning

soft tremors from love's timeless enchantment
where time trembles, and grows still
to wait shimmering souls

lover's hearts meet in crescendo
to bathe in warm eternal bliss
hunger's fluid floating motion
fill wishful wishes from this kiss

warm nectared petals
where beauty's bare blossoms bloom
plucked from lover's lips
feel sensual sensations
in rendered

Withered Rendered Helpless

When all is said and done
And the struggle is in vain,
Its time to lure the bad memories out
By lancing the boil and opening up
Withering to let the bad memories spew out
Rendering to helplessness,
Giving in, giving up, so renewal can begin.

Look deeper now, to clearly
Recall the ones you used to know.
Let the feeling flow
Before the barrenness

Words Heart Rendered

Words Heart Rendered

What is a poet's soul? 
 love and passion for a start
 torment and misery from a deep dark abyss;
 imagination stolen from the stars, inspiration's fine art
 and true dedication high upon heaven's first list!

Or is it words heart rendered?
 sweet beams of mornings light, cast forth without fight
 bouncing against dark

Rendered

I've found that 
happiness 
and despair 
are close siblings 
who tussle and feud 
over playthings 
like me 
you 
and that poor chap 
who offed himself 
down the hall. 
  
I'm staring at 
the same cracked 
grout-grey drywall, 
musing on his fate. 
Maybe he's 
enjoying the void. 
  
Perhaps he's stretched 
out on a

Servies Rendered

Services Rendered 

On the side street, where the poet
took his nightly walk, shots resonated,
yelling, and a car driving fast;
on the pavement a man´s blood
was running into the gutter.
The police asked what he had seen? 

Nothing! 

You must have seen something? 
I saw a waterfall running down 
a mountainside in spring and 
the air was pure.

"rendered Beauty"

Agape the power thereof,
The blessed form of our faith love,
Forms below, of faith above,
The power of our faith is dove,
Our body form is our love’s glove,
Our precept  brotherly love.
When agape's sloppy,
Gloves become poor copies!

Thank God, that nature’s form is love,
Nature’s beauty is from above,
Agape formed it’s own glove,
The form is faith and also love,
Actions

Rendered and Tendered

Take a sampling of interest
Dice  slice  spice and wrap it
Slow warm  in an oven of love
Until firm with  a bubbly crust
Set out to cool in evening ranges
Carefully balanced 
Lest it deranges
Yearning and turning to lust
Flavor with arduous ferment and fear
Casting and sprinkling
All you hold dear
Then serve it forever
Bright clean and clear
On

The Heart Rendered Silent

The heart was rendered silent
Buried and freshly cut
By the nuance of the moment
I was destroyed as the space closed shut
The pain of disarray
As my emotions I did disobey
Buried in the silence of indifference to myself

The pain, the pain of this mental closure
Gates were closed as the “saviour of the world” I tried to shoulder
Every ache

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