They tried to lure the leprechaun away from the gold over and over.
He had a secret weapon, it was his Uncle St Patrick Dew Clover.
Dew Over stood guard when the leprechaun got forty-three winks.
When he awoke, he was stiff, and his neck was full of bad kinks.
Did you have a good sleep? Dew Over asked in the nicest way.
Unfortunately, he had also taken forty-two winks that day.
The gold was gone, the rainbow bare, slow brisket smells in the air.
Let’s retrieve it tomorrow they agreed, reveling in the fragrance fair.
Categories:
retrieve, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Guard your heart.
Don't give love away or the pain will smart and
your heart will fray..
Don't serve your heart on an open tray or some
may come and cart pieces away..
Keep open your heart to give and receive but
be smart and weed those there to deceive..
If you always wear your heart on your sleeve,
you may lose parts that you'll never retrieve..
Categories:
retrieve, heart,
Form: Lento
Know what you are looking for
For you
Love
Lord
Categories:
retrieve, faith,
Form: Free verse
There's a little voice in all...
...gently placed when we were born...
...Call it what you will, it's there...
It comes to us - meets caution...
fly's low altitude with reason...
...When it taps always be aware...
...The questions that you ask...
...the answers all inside...
...For it's when we ask the question...
...there into lies the answer...
...We wouldn't ask the question otherwise...
...When we prepare for life changing decisions...
...and your heart begs revision...
...observation is your best declare...
...Where there is doubt...
...herein falls reason...
...Self discovery without treason...
...It simply is the self you do declare...
...In the silence you will find this...
...In the quiet waits self reliance...
...It simply is the self you do declare...
Categories:
retrieve, art, life, passion, self,
Form: Concrete
He did not depart
or reached anywhere,
and did not realize himself.
When words could not find the meaning,
where the man will go?
He thought he did not believe in ‘why’,
the limits of purpose,
dictating the sentence.
Stones were still floating on the sea
and he was standing on a shipwreck.
Thinking and unthinking do not solve the mystery
of human turnings,
the malignancy of artificial intelligence.
A rebirth of enlightment can take over?
The objectivity becomes the subject.
You trot on the grass
to retrieve the moon,
fallen midnight.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
retrieve, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC