Short Beggared Poems

Thrash without mercy or conscious intent
	the torrent rages past consciousness
		streaming debris beggared by the breeze
			moving life’s with fullness and ease
Governing the listless, the lingerers lost
	moving the precious along with the dross
	hammering the fragile
soothing the source
profoundly
continuing
an 
unending course....

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And ever above,
clouds of sorrow
assemble in thunderous ranks:
a surfeit of threat
and gloom.

And ever below,
unhappy footsteps
surrender rhythm
to unyielding pavement—
against a gray and endless plain.

Who but a fool
dreams that sorrow
can be bartered
for kindness and love?
The beggared soul abides.

And, in his eyes,
the ashen world
grows, blurs and overflows
to run down his cheeks.
And it rains....

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I hear them on the television,
like I have a choice,
that's flat-out all they show these days:
Politicians
with their elucidations
tangled as Grandma's yarn.
Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared;
"It's your own fault, my good friends,
frankly, we need bold solutions"
they boom; 
then hike the price of gas.
And the voices of we, the people;
lost
like violins in a marching band.




Simile Poetry Contest placed 10th
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet  
Date wrote: 6th August 2022...

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