Short At Present Poems
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Smiling man,
opening of the pores,
skin party
blood vibration
in the hot bowels...
loving look
at present life is beauty,
the man just laughs,
he is abundant and content!
i am pearl diver then...
i am but a coin diver at present
isn't a challenge to get to my origin..?
i am diver and a tausug citizen
let me choose my way
i am a tausug...i am a tausug..!
Form:
The problems that we face at present
Will never be resolved
By those who seek vengeance for the past.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019
14/11/19
A beautiful little princess to complete their family
What wonderful news - congratulations!
Princess Catherine gave birth to a baby girl who weighs 8lbs 3oz (3.7kg)
No name at present
2nd May 2015
Form:
Does not manhood kill the boy,
each falling leaf a tree destroy
or shall the substance of past things
return to us though memory brings
but shadows' forms unless confirmed,
cast anew and reaffirmed
by us at present living?
In the past
Life was like an iron without rust!
At present
In lover’s corner I am absent!
In future
I don’t know who will be my lover!
In the past
I was slow and you were very fast!
At present
You never wait for me a second!
In future
Shall I remain a wretched loser!
If life ceases to be
then I cease to be
what I am.
Because life is
here and now,
I exist at present.
Because tomorrow
does not concern
me at all.
Because no one
has ceased living,
gone there beyond,
come back afterwards
to confirm that there is
heaven at the other side.
both they sun and moon
east and west play together
rise and set same time
warm hearts bear sweet memories
build their future at present
Minor strength holds the small seedling from the start;
Allowing it to be placed near the river.
Refreshing water wets the fertile soil’s part;
Yearly fruits fill the branches that grow faster.
Radiant zenith of triumph shines at present
On oasis of birds neath the sky fulgent.
Sought as a warm shelter or sanctuary;
Even the leaves make it an elegant tree.
Simply knowing thyself in our Lord helps.
And where there is contentment there are
The wonders of God which work and prevail
And are even more lush of a garden that in
Soil of gratitude prayer, praise, repentance
Yield the mercies and grace of God towards
Many and is healthy for us who dwell in earthly
Bodies at present.
S.E. Clark 12/4/16 Praise Jesus!!!
I wish to express my gratitude to all those who commented on my short poem entitled:On Abortion. Your comments are much appreciated whether in agreement or not. P.S. The comment/reply page isn't functioning for me at present , so I'm unable to reply to individual comments in the usual manner. I've reported this to poetrysoup but as of yet it hasn't been rectified. Thanks once again. W.A. CHOLT.
Queen Victoria ruled half of the world;
Michael Jackson wowed the world with his moon-walk;
Shakespeare's inspiration to poets is immortal;
Beethoven's music tastes like milkshake to the ears, even at present.
All these people, and many such others, have made history as individuals,
fascinating, influencing and dominating millions of souls. This reminds us that
the smallest ants cast long shadows.
You and I, we don't see the days that pass in the same way.
My days are not here there over there, somewhere.
Days in my life are far away.
I measure my time by seasons, and the seasons pass by.
Seasons represent change and right now that is what I need,
I need my seeds of change to be planted
I feel I am standing on the edge of something,
Should I look down?
At present everything seems so far away.
You and I, we don't see the days that pass in the same way.
My days are not here there over there, somewhere.
Days in my life are far away.
I measure my time by seasons, and the seasons pass by.
Seasons represent change and right now that is what I need,
I need my seeds of change to be planted
I feel I am standing on the edge of something,
Should I look down?
At present everything seems so far away.
What will you cling to
When the art is letting go
Cling to nothing
Tarnish not the vision
Of the artist
Not the viewer of his art
Cling not
To what it might have been
Nor what it is
To you
At present
It will change
With each sun-teased shadow
Alter its depth
With the passage of time
So cling not
To what you would have it be
Nor to what it once was
Close your eyes
And let it become
Yours…now
Shattered Obsidian
Depiction at present never
recorded
Insight into the depths never
possible
Understanding never feasible
Virtue of limitless love never
envisioned
Glimpses the height of
comprehension for most
Obsidian shell's razor edges
protecting fragility within
Shielded scars deep behind the
mask
Cryptic and secluded manner
Solitary existence paired with
aversion to close
companionship
Form:
March wind
Written: by Tom Wright
7-9-2016
You roared and howled throughout the day,
And late your voice is reduced to a whisper.
Content that at dusk you’ve had your say,
But your slurred voice was never crisper.
Now the willow branches marginally sway,
And your potential, at present, is hushed.
I observe the stillness at the close of day,
Taking note of the objects you’ve crushed.
I don't know why do I cry or laugh sometimes with no reason ;
Few times I dance alone thinking it is a rainy season!!
Thinking of past, looking at present, dreaming of future I kill my time.
When my eyes are filled with tears, I need someone to say cheers.
Wanting to be alone and deciding whether I need this or that!!
I dont know what is this ??
But always brings me a bliss.
Then I realized I'm a TEEN
Listen to me…..
Instead of weeping in the dark,
Have deep thoughts….
Stalking at the night,
Does not make you right.
Instead of thinking about past,
Have a look at present,
And think about of future.
At last if you want to die,
Do it now, because nobody worries.
Stop thinking of the past,
Which drives you insane.
Instead of following someone,
Follow your books,
So that can help you some how.
Here is your beginning……..
You all should know my aim:
To hit the lasting fame.
I wasn’t made a lame,
Not, at present, Old Dame,
And great prizes could claim…
Men who to Peaks lay claim
Forget not strength would wane:
The once fleshy turns “Cane”
Exciting bubbles ‘Pain’,
Much labour “Little Gain”
The Sane “A bit insane”:
Soon, Towing Van with Crane…
Not washed away by Rain
Here, there or in Bahrain.
The whole shame, the whole Stain…
Don’t join The Delay Train.
I’m feeling a little bit queasy.
I’m sure it was something I ate.
So I think it be best
If my stomach can rest;
Any intake will likely tempt fate.
My mom was a fervent believer,
When I felt this way, that some hot tea
With grape jelly on toast
Would be better than most
Other foods to bring health back to me.
It worked back when I was a child
But at present it doesn’t appeal.
Yet some chips and a beer
Somehow seem to appear
Like the best anti-queasiness meal.
The tide's out at present
Means the water's further away
There's a whole lot more
Beach out there
Than there was
Six or even five hours ago
Temporary real estate
Suitable for construction
Of the grandest of sandcastles
Unobstructed sea views
One hundred and eighty degree vista
No permit required
Its a longer walk to the water
But not as far to swim
As it often is
This time of day
It's thanks to the moon we're told
Taking the beach away
Every 12 hours
For cleaning I imagine