Short At Length Poems
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The feverish sun
stretching out atop the sea
sinks, at length, to sleep
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( Aus government says)
Suicide is your best option
Or we intervene.!
Choices have a shelf life
Choose wisely choose at length!
Reply suddenly (to death?)
Today I’m grateful for understanding…
(and I can talk or write about this at length)
that the gentleness of our spirit
will always be…our greatest strength.
Dawn is upraised
Fierce in disguise--
Then you are dazed
By her rising at length—
Once you have gazed
Straight in her eyes,
Never be fazed
By her beauty and strength.
Clocking is cloaking my plans,
Chasing me to drive home to
unfurl my modus operandi,
Cramming my mind but the hazy thoughts,
Leaving me at length in the lurch !!
Lord grants us strength,
Praying more at length,
Focus on hopeful,
Power to peaceful,
Let bygones pass, our song,
Jesus here lingers long,
Peace power to each zone,
Loyals, you are not alone!
A Memory
By: Tom Wright
8/24/2005
My remembering days are spending fast
I’ve thought at length of certainties to be.
Things revered, in my mind shall be cast
Until time’s flow, makes a memory of me.
It's second nature for you to think,
That all your gifts and strengths,
Are second best or just so-so,
Nothing special at length,
But you are awesome, you're one of a kind.
There's no one just like you.
Search the world over but you'll never find,
Another just like you.
They speak at length about the moral.
But I know the pigeon
and its custom
to alight on the shoulders
of the children,
on the palms of enamored,
to sleep
under the roof of Notre Dame.
They speak at length like a wind
in the gutter.
And we are the Sunday bells.
See, the pigeon – dear.
See, the pigeon.
There’s a child-proof cap
That’s beyond my strength,
Though I’ve tried my best
To get it off, at length.
First I push, then twist
But it’s staying stuck
And my grandson would
Thus be out of luck
But his dad will soon
Be back home and then
There’ll be medicine
‘Til the next time when
His new dose is due;
Then there’ll be no goof
For a dad can open
What’s Nana-proof.
Small Tree Planted
Its Roots Extend
Small World Enchanted
Its Branches Ascend
Mountains In Glory Rise
Shining Forth Fatherly Strength
Reaching Into The Skies
A God At Length.
From A Rain To A Drought
Nature Shows Her Power Divine
As A Flower About To Sprout
To Her Glory, Stoics Resign
April 8 2020
Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
A Poet’s Loss
I walked at length and wondered!
In the icy, pouring rain:_
Wind mercilessly howling,
What I had done in vain!
How a friendship went asunder!
My true, heartfelt,pain.
Your poet’s pen just scowling,
In stuffy, vain and arrogant disdain!
3-24-2022
* Stop thinking it was you! I wrote this
over a year ago! Even I do not know
who it was! PR
To ruined reasons I am clinging,
In pools of pain I am sinking
It is the Truth by Boredom bringing
All my thoughts of worried thinking
That see me listless through my days,
And drain me dry of slipping strength
In my doleful Past, all focus stays
As does my Hope I've left at length
In my suffered grief, I am locked:
Never to change "what would have been"
My Ships of Doubt in Death are docked,
To never set sail for Truth again...
there is one river, boundless
that I long to swim at length
a-flowing dark and magical
with prurience and strength
and if those churning waters
are the stead of my demise
‘tis nowhere else I'd rather drown ...
than deep there … in your eyes.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "When A Fourth Line Helps It To Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.
Trust Again
Why doubt now, when in the past your trust has been your strength?
Why doubt now, when knowing love will prevail at length?
Why doubt now, new promises, new hopes will be in vain,
When doubting still you cannot see the love that's there so plain.
Face the future smiling... weepers never win,
Make up your mind to trust anew,
Forget about past sin.
Forget the hurt,
Forget the pain,
Remember love, and love again.
if I could tell you what i did not see
i certainly would
poets are great lairs
i would dress up a fabrication.
wheel in a yellow moon
paint a romance or two
i would
speak at length of things
i know so little about
but i must be elsewhere today
and if i told you
of all the things I will not see
while doing my elsewhere things
well
that would indeed
be such a lovely lie
you might even wish
you could fib and whopper
that well
also
COPLA VEINTIUNO : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys seek safety in numbers
At heart most dependent cowards
Fear not their fangs
To stalk you they’ll don false fauve furs
Drop not standing alone your guards
Stress not their wrongs
They love to make a show of strength
Myths push roots in infertile minds
Blades in bowels
Choose not battles which drag at length
He who gorges blood his life binds
Drowns in revels
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Esau, a fierce hunter; Jacob a Torah scholar
Isaac had to make a difficult decision
To blend Abraham’s kindness with
Jacob the scholar or with Esau’s strength…
Elderly Isaac's tears blinded him at length
For he’d made an egregious mistake
Choosing brute force over scholarship
His frail body began to shake… *
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*See Genesis 27:33
Set ‘midst windswept dunes and wild wild weather,
the winter storms have left it desolate.
An empty shell, no glowing hearth, no blether.
A but and ben abandoned to its fate.
And yet, awaiting warmer days in stoic slumber,
these walls will know the early murmurings of summer
and brighter sounds of fellowship and mirth,
a home exulting in its own rebirth,
until at length, as daylight fades, now dark and bleak,
a silent house returns again to wintry sleep.
You're my mirage
My sweet confusion
My ever-receding horizon
My pleasant delusion
You're my make-believe
My fake spring of strength
My unabashed weakness
that sips my will at length
You're my unrivalled fiend
My never-ending quicksand
My self-proclaimed friend
My imaginary homeland
You're my bitter desire
My incurable infection
My humane tormentor
My everlasting addiction
You're my everything
My broken all
Coffee, my coffee
for which I evermore fall
Soul at ease to bruise the mind
eggplant purple, verbatim green
Resting insults once alive
in riddles, screaming to be seen
On divans out on the porch
wasting feather's air
to be cooled on battered thoughts
we never knew were there
Sipping punch out in the sun
wrestling on the ground
with some bold "what might have been"
that always hangs around
It seems that when the soul's at ease
we should bolster strength
for in this rest an active brain
will lend debate at length...
Burning Soul
I walk but cannot feel the steps,
There’s sense of no direction .
No legs to break my fall
My cries not heard at call.
My princess, oh !! my princess,
as blood through veins convergent flow,
to heart a thumping power glow,
the yearning turns to passion snow,
My soul an open picture show
A flame of love forever burn,
I seek my strength, your smile at length,
Your eyes to me a sparkling light .
That walk I took was footsteps flight