Short Befits Poems

The bats in the tower
 rats in the barn
Night befits cowards  
who run from the storm

(Poem To End Chapter 48: March, 2023)...

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To lament the lion hearted
to cowering in trembled skin
befits the bottom dwelling things
the silt under wool of society's rug
While bravery is steel in stance
and oils the jaws of recovery
the bite of poison from burnt mouths
will hit the heel every time....

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What is fit for a king?
Is it to fulfill life long dream
Maybe uncover what was once unseen

Topple a giant and slay a dragon
Tell me what lifestyle befits a king?
Is it his wish to pluck a instrument with six strings?
Tell me...
How shall I fair as king?...

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I feel the heat
but not the light
what shall I do?
Oh what shall I do?
my heart sweats too.
Hold my hand,
hold my brush
and lead me on
away from this blank canvas.
Where is the palette?
Where is the color?
Let me draw a master piece 
that befits this world....

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from my new novel, Approaching Storm.

Left (front) Dust Jacket Quote:

“The bats in the tower
 rats in the barn
Night befits cowards  
who run from the storm”


Right (rear) Dust Jacket Quote:

“When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs”...

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In the fall. Our favorite fall. The time of the poets, the colors of yellow marry cold and people Exchange friendship and looking new era, give erotic kissing and not afraid of white winter comes, not afraid of other eager United and strong, as befits the bravest of the universe, life explorers, Pirates of evolution....

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Company Cafeteria


People right-handed 
carry their cups
in the right hand.
Left-handed people 
carry their cups
in the hand that befits
left-handed people.
Whichever the hand
all carry their cups
elbows right-angled.
Whichever the hand, 
all cups are at sea, adrift 
on an ocean of saucers.


Donal Mahoney...

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Love as clouded ....  creates emotional confusion

Love as doubted .... spins fear's illusion

Love as exploited .... aids evil's intrusion

Love as steadfast .... endures any emotion

Love as sincere .... befits heart intentions

Love as unselfish .... knows joyous union



... CayCay Jennings
August 21, 2015...

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Twas a dream
She said,’ one must always wonder, contemplate, dream,’
For dreams are made of woven silk, 
endless desires, and conscious pretences.
From this bounty of treasure,
I carry the one that befits me!
Hurry along! For it awaits. Yes, the thief!
Capturing my beloved, plunging me into the abyss,
Once again,
I tell myself...’twas a dream…
Let us dream again, tomorrow. 
(Ashyy)...

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Slow life -
One at a time.
I say, you needn't strive,
Let the breeze make it chime.

Whatever you achieved,
I do not care.
You haven't lived,
If you don't stand and stare.

Rushing through befits the drains,
I say, borrow not their traits.
'cause the lighter it rains,
The stronger petrichor emanates.

Slow life -
It's you at your prime.
And easy is your life,
When you let go what's not worth a dime....

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How I begrudge the eyes of all these men:
  To whom the balcony has pledge in time,
An envy which befits this grasping vine
Whilst shaking its temptation joining them.
The far betweens of having found it hard
To cut it down in turn eludes this love,
That I, cannot indeed be before you guard
Whose arm is severed less from you above.
Then let it be, that new vines do exist
While futures' looking bright, I shall persist....

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Slay poor men’s dreams lest hopeful themes gain sway -
     make up self-serving laws to flaw their take.
Fray each mashed man’s reach with sharp wished decay -
     break all freewill just for overkill’s sake. 
Downplay pained lives with Champaign or Broadway -
     slake sick wits as befits life as a snake.

Why do the greedy need the humble’s sigh
high on the list of those to power fry?





... CayCay
June 5, 2019...

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Angelically 'gainst windowpane.  
   Pure innocence, with child like eyes.
   Her gentle charms are so serene,
   With grace unblemished by a stain.
   That portrait so befits a queen.
   This shining light, in maidens guise,
   In time, would paradise regain?
   Her elegance, no gaze denies.
   Enchantment simply evergreen.
   True beauty; she,will still remain,
   Heaven; on Earth, her wings unseen.
   Truly an Angel in disguise.

    2/ 26/ 2015....

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Here it’s always sunshine
And it never gets dark
What I want is all mine

Every day is so fine
I go ride in the park
Here it’s always sunshine

And it’s all by design
It befits a monarch
What I want is all mine

For I don’t need a sign
When I want to embark
Here it’s always sunshine

There’s no thorns on my vine
Let no flame leave a mark
What I want is all mine

Tell the poor not to whine
Though their suffering be stark
Here it’s always sunshine
What I want is all mine...

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