Short Beck And Call Poems

Honey, I miss you
Worry not my appetites
Sue at beck and call.
My needs are fast and few
Be well meted out by Sue...

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shadows drip from darkened walls
a cold, bright moon enhances all
many a sleepless night is caused
a love that waits at beck and call...

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The egg and I 
In traction
Feminism is a rubber chicken

Oiling my feathers
Sounds like role play




07/10/2019

Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina...

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Okay here comes slap happy pappy, at your beck and call
For parties, conventions, or entertaining at the mall
Just set up a booth
Blacken a tooth
And bring down the house, pretending to have a hairball...

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Okay here comes slap happy pappy, at your beck and call
For parties, conventions, or entertaining at the mall
Just set up a booth
Blacken a tooth
And bring down the house, pretending to have a hairball...

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With red and purple sunset
melting into blackened sky

The hummingbirds have bedded down
and shortly so shall I

As crickets sing their lullaby
into a dream I fall

The things of night begin to stir
at moonlight's beck and call...

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Sometimes I call you "Bluebird"
To you I'm "Troubadour"
You're a silver microphone 
I'm a red guitar
And when you say my name out loud
I'm at your beck and call
But the one I love the most is "babe"
I like that best of all



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Each verbal success
  leads to higher new ground

Where the words beck and call
  with a heavenly sound

The trail to my future
   fades into my past

As the gift they inspire
  —my present to last

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)...

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She was charmed by him 
And danced to his tune
As would a snake to his charmer
He twisted her around his hand
And made her dance to his beck and call
She played the loyal wife till the time her fangs grew
Struck him when she realized that in his hand she was only a tool...

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The Lie

She's living a lie
For make her parents proud
But they're dead,now
She's trapped in a life
She didn't want
A school run , supermarket
Beck and Call nightmare
Aging like dust
A women by gender only
Servant to the lie
19th century lifestyle 
20th century lies....

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Is your greatness unendorsed
by godly symbols old and new

Is your strength contained and held within,
as broth begets the stew

Is your message clear with no defense,
either martial or sublime

With freedom at your beck and call
—all stricture cast aside

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)...

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I thought I was born
a perfect all, 
With many things at
my beck and call. 
Days went by and I
became me
I thought it was all
I wanted to be.
I turned forty and
looked back
To see the other
half I still lack.
My whole life has
been a half, 
Of an all I feel not
enough.
As I age and
approach my timely
end,
The other half, my
Lord prepares to
send....

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In this garden I sit in the turf,
And miles away in the sea he surfs.
On top of the world he stands tall,
My confidence at my beck and call.

A sense of inferiority and intimidation beckons,
A need to ignore and get into stride I reckon.
I won't get slain, my aspirations won't foil,
A perfect stain, I will live in the soil.


(ATTADZEH)...

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Something over the horizon
It just keeps me going
He stands beside me in my unbelief and my beliefs
He watches over me in my sleep
Before I awaken dreams intact
Look around me you got my back
As I stand tall, in from of this wall
I've heeded my Savior beck and call
Yes! something over the horizon
Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior
Selah

1/19/18...

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Not a switch 
To turn off 
Then back on 
At beck and call 

Push one way 
Then the other 
Words meaningless 
Without voice 
Obey when spoken to 
clap 
did it work

A relationship 
More like a slave 
Do I exist 
Maybe invisible 
Need glasses 

Awakening light 
Pressed too many times 
Icing on the cake 
Let me speak 
Will you 

Hello 
I am 
On the wall 
Turned off...

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Castle in the air
In esteemed royalty
Treasures and treasured
Table embroided delicacy
For all and sundry
And a life of a thousand years
Wilds as pets, lions of course
A queen, a rare beauty..
Magic and power
All at my beck and call.
A different castle out of this 
world.
A community of change.


My thought returned
Here am I on my bed. 

08/07/2013...

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I watch the magic happening 
As yarn becomes a shawl;
The knitting needles of my aunt
Are at her beck and call.

Her fingers wind the wool around 
Without her even thinking
And rows and rows of stitches show
Without her even blinking.

Her expertise is such that
I just really can't compare it,
But best of all is when she's done, 
Then I will get to wear it!...

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She yells, ‘Happy Halloween’ to us all
With a wry grin she knows her evil plans
Her pumpkins lit within her beck and call
They smile evilly like all pumpkins can
The spirits in the jack-o-lanterns brawl
Ready for pouncing all throughout the land
Between the two they know their dour disguise
Will deceive all those with great weary eyes

Russell Sivey...

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Free flowing here and there
Filling the void everywhere
A thousand miles within a call
Yet not a space to lie and fall

Within a sphere their beauty I clean
At their beck and call though far reaching
Their holes I feel pouring my soul
To the dreamland I meet their goal

I haste for no time
Though the dim is my prime
Yet I’m far from a friend
Their start is my end

So on I go...

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An old felt hat adorned her head
Her wicker basket on her arm
A life alone, she'd never wed,
A gentle soul, so full of charm.

A tootle down the shop most days
A warm "hello" she had for all,
Her little dog there by her side
Always at her beck and call.

Then one day she disappeared
As a child, I did not ask
I thought mum had seen her though,
I heard her say, "old Martha's passed."...

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What will happen
when they burn
the books, and Paper
Mills no more?

Cameras in every 
bedroom, ceiling, walls
and floor – willing performers
will we all be, as duped primates
at the Grinder's beck and call?

What would happen
if God realizes regret...
will he end it all quickly
and quite quietly,
or simply pace and fret?

(What are man's odds,
dare you stand pat
and just bet?)...

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At the drop of the hat
Let the cat out of the bag
Beat one's head against the wall
be at someones beck and call
Keeping one's eye on the ball
have a whale of a time
Blow someone's mind
With this idioms rhyme
Be on cloud nine
as you vale your tears
then Bend your ears
fear has no colors
At an arm's length
you have a tower of strength
leave one to ones fate
head over heels
feeling all you fee...

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If you were a handbag
I'd only carry you
when you matched my dress.
I'd sling you over my shoulder
and ignore you,
unless I wanted to get something 
out of you.


But you are not 
part of my outfit
or at my beck and call.
Nor can I put you away
when you do not suit 
my mood.


You are a person
of living flesh and blood;
So I wait for you
to come to me
of your own free will,
If you will......

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You're the one I care about,
The one my heart can't live without,
And in my mind, I have no doubt,
"I love you,"

I really love to hear you say,
In your heart my love will stay,
And come what may,
You'll always be true,

I hope each and every day,
Our two hearts shall find a way,
To forever often say...
"I love you,"

And darling all in all,
I'll be at your beck and call,
And my love will be shared in all,
I say and do....

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Nations come and go…
but the underlying good 
of humanity remains constant
and strong; God is not 
dead, but awaits our 
Beck-and-call—We are not
the first generation
to grow strong,
nor will we be
the last; for Spirit
transcends Time and
Politics. Be peaceful
and reassured in 
your mind and soul--
Love is not Hollywood
nor the Preacher’s 
pulpit. It is the essence
of God, nurturing
and immortal. Faithful 
are the Heirs!...

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