Short Affords Poems

MyForever Love

You are my Love.
My Forever One.
To me there is no other
that satisfies my heart.
Though Life only affords
so few precious moments.
You are my Love,
My Forever One....

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Simplicity and care
Affords
Longevity;
Haughtiness will
Blind
The pupil
Unforgiving souls suffers
From their own hand-carved scars
But those forgiving, nurtures
The very ground on which we stand.

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It is the light of bliss that
                affords the sun shine...
                It's blissful love
                that holds the moon in the sky...
               It's endless hope
               that grants the rain
               flow......

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Failure is not final
it affords you a second chance

mistakes are not denials
most times the're just happen stance

so never give up on desires
your defeats are just trials

the heart never fails to inspire
for it knows that failure is not final...

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Life
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015

The more alternatives
 Life affords you,
The greater your opportunity
 To mess it up.
While some may feast on life
Leaving not a remnant,
Others will face death 
With plates scarcely touched.
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Due to his limited
ability to make
Decisions
He lacked respect
Due to people's
Unwilling ability
To understand.
He also understood
There position
Because of genre
Issues he lack
The funding abilities
afforded to
Decision makers
Sum wished his
Minatory gains to be
There's....

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CONCENTRATED BETWEEN THE AFFORDS
THE SOUND AMIST THE OBTRUCTIONS
THESE MUFFLED DISTICTIVE IMPERFECTS
REHERSTED, TIL RIGHT, THEN A WORLD SHALL HEAR
COMPLIMENTS NEITHER CREATE , OR FIX WHAT'S TROUBLING
THEY CALM, AND APPEASE
THEY GIVE ONLY TIME FOR SMILING
LIKE A WOMAN THEY ARE RIGHT AT RIGHT TIMES
LIKE AN ENEMY THEY TRICK AND DECEIVE...

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‘Eau De Cologne’ breaches his senses as he walks towards the lady,
Her attire befitting of a bygone age; tastefully blending in with-
Her elegance and sophistication. She keels over like a ship in –
A stormy sea, yet within a moment her face straight laced passes him by
Affords him the slightest of smiles, as he touches his cap to salute her.

© Harry J Horsman  2018...

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The early bird, to catch the worm,
Must not allow the slightest germ
Of laziness to intercede
Or else, it will be screwed, indeed.

Though dawdling is quite alluring,
Lateness will prevent procuring
Worms and other just rewards
That being first on scene affords.

We early birds just can’t relate
To those who choose arriving late.
They may miss out and be distraught
Because by then, that worm is caught!...

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I'd rather have Jesus
Than silver and gold
I'd rather be his,than have riches untold
.
I'd rather have Jesus,than houses or land
Yes i'd rather be led by his nail pierced hand
Than to be a king in a vast domain
.
I'd rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today
I'd rather have Jesus than worldly applause
I'd rather have Jesus than worldwide fame
Yes i'd rather be truthful to his holy name....

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SHARED SECRETS

The mist embraces me tonight
I feel as one with this gentle grey
Wandering almost lost, all day
I’ve always sought this dim half-light
As it affords me second sight
Although blind it shows me the way
The mist has secrets it will share

Explanations will all sound trite
A mystery as one might say
But its calling I will obey
And knowing that the mist is right
The mist has secrets it will share...

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Life Experiences
Written: by Miracle Man
6/10/2017

Life experiences frequently equate to sage,
And our days, once past, can’t be erased.
While some attain wisdom derived from age,
Others see years elapse while being debased.

Though earthly days be enumerated as sand,
Each day allotted was through God’s grace.
He holds microscopic moments in his hand,
And affords us choice of an afterlife place;
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Poet: Sparkle Jordan
Poem: Sister
written: May/2014

My sister remember there is
No Wasted Time.. All Of Our 
Time On Earth Affords Us The 
Opportunity To Grow.. To 
Thrive.. We Are Spirits On 
Earth Having A Human 
Experience.. Always Learning.. 
Always Loving.. Always 
Thanking God For Our Time.. I 
Love You.. God Loves You.. I 
Believe In You.. God Believes 
In You.. Believe In Yourself.. 
Forgive Others.. Forgive 
Yourself.. Be Happy & At 
Peace.......

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Impeach the air, if you can see
it carries sound, not from decree.
Our love between, infinity
exhorting faith's infirmity.

And then restore, no word seems free
to fitting, as monotony
does fit a schedule to a fee,
I fit no pace that shoulders thee.

For I result but of a life
and thee, but of a constant strife.
The joke by par expand relies
the futile here, of what is guise.

Do fit thy needing to concise,
as being loved, affords ~ applies!...

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As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losings appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small
~ indictment at its worst, in all.

Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel,
God's willing servant, not enthrall
of self-love, hindering with its spell
and then to you, some hope install ~

As grace gives bearing ~ give console!...

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The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies,
it's here he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day long, sunshine tries,

insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.
The colour of his skin constricts,
the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords
no more, the atmosphere restricts

his breath. It leans against the wall,
his tarnished, dusty saxophone,
a measure of the time when he stood tall,
cadenzas, and his free and strident tone....

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As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests, adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losing's appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small,
-indictment at its worst, in all.

Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel.
God's willing servant, not enthrall,
of self-love, hindering with its spell,
and then to you, some hope install -

As grace gives bearing - give console!...

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There is a pathway called Lonely Road
That every mortal in solemnity walks.
Its ruts are deep from life’s grated load,
And tales of woe echo there as if a pox.

You have walked it in hours of despair
And so have I, world-wearied in extreme.
As we walk we litter it with every care,
Our pain and hurt sickening the scene.

We have faults that foreclose expression
To some who want to think we’re saintly. 
Thus the Lonely Road affords confession
To ourselves and He who loves us greatly....

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