Short Bequeathing Poems

Jocular jokester jetting past Jib.
Joyful juggernaut jousting in jest.
Benevolent benefactor beseeching baby’s bib.
Bequeathing beloved blue beret, belly button the best....

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After all these many years, I've still got much hair
Must thank Mom and Dad for bequeathing my share
Of gorgeous white locks
It totally rocks
Ladies clamour to check out my other wares...

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After all these many years, I've still got much hair
Must thank Mom and Dad for bequeathing my share
Of gorgeous white locks
It totally rocks
Ladies clamour to check out my other wares...

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It's the beatific strand of all times
I'm feminine in body and mind
Bequeathing my breath
Dispelling darkness
Pulling strings
For the cosmos to dance with
Wise are partners
Of this fusion
In perpetual tune
With this bandwidth-






(c)copyright-vijay nair...

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Melancholic drivel, gravitating stammer
Mosaic affinity, reticent clammer

Gushing droplets and whimpered dawn
Hindering clarity, vanquished, withdrawn

Trembling masquerade, deserted palm
A cleaved cradle, posing qualm

Seeping sorrow, hoping consider
Bequeathing dainty, wishing deliver....

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In the firmament of trees
October's eye
looks down in cruel azure
on summer's absinthe leaves,
flocking like survivors
to a mortal haven.
Autumn's blood magma
creeps through leaves
bequeathing fire 
and brittle amber. 
Fertile frost breeds
in arctic prisms,
whispering feral eddas
as withering violets
echo bitter truth....

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Violet Kiss of Dawn

Welcoming 
 the breaking breath
 of dawn 
 weak as a new born
 fawn
 Spirits of the past 
 lingering
 in the violet
 morning mist

Dew drops 
 reflecting
 dream’s early 
 mornings kiss
 bequeathing
 now the hauntings
 for the day
 to be dismissed
 while my spirit 
 resists.  

 © Debra Squyres 2015...

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within the whisper
of yesterday and now
of anticipation
of a dream
words are imbedded
deeply carved
in the heart of a
poet
the words become his
children
to lavish praise
and teach them where
to go
and grow
the poet challenges
the words
as if they were
colors of his heart
and soul
bequeathing to them
the spirit of
interlocking freedom

he has done his best
and that makes him
smile...

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After a long time, I heard them again:
peacocks.
Bequeathing the pilgrim sun to palm trees;
poised to open sexuality.

Ah,the purple lips of a downing
cloud sets the sky on a chase
for a lost love of the blazing
moon in the starless night.

A recent pluck of a sharp grace folds
the lingerie, you open the fist to let
the explosion fly away.
This was the start of a crimson romance.



Satish Verma...

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Life has been a day folio of sort,
Giving birth to change within each day;
The thoughts I chose to not abort,
Sometimes, for years, I had to pay.

They shaped my life as now I stand,
Bequeathing me not so many regrets;
Things weren't always as I planned,
But I muddled through those upsets.

But through it all God has blessed,
Without Him who knows where I'd be?
At each day's end I claim Godly rest,
For His grace is sufficient for me....

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Today, I sit 'mongst thoughts of erstwhile sorrows,
Which intermittently ooze from my intellect's hub;
Reminiscing three young men granted no tomorrows,
Bequeathing displeasing whispers I'd like to scrub.

Reopened today, are aggrieves, from past years,
In seemingly blameless doings they were caught;
Causing a mother's eyes to be ensconced with tears
Exposed was man's detriment to sin's onslaught.


in memory of three young men from my town....

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How does my body
This flesh that withholds my soul,,
manage to bear the weight from the chains that have been embedded upon my bequeathing heart?

Where does one hide the pain that is encrusted upon these eyes that are dreary and now fail to sleep?

Why cant my mind acquit, my heart adrift, my skin ache for the touch of another?

Does it have to be me that has to live with this night, because happiness is the other side of this mirror?

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Inventory, Inventory, 
everything is for the glory
Innocence, my innocence
e'er bequeathing recompense!

Where but deny ~ my own expense
the cost of trial in motion's hence?
Oh innocence ~ my heart's own fence
was crumpled ~ from without's consent!

Ne'er more, ne'er more ~ the hoaxed pretense,
reveal the scourge
the scourger's meant!
Oh Innocence, my innocence ~

 . . . . .the inventoried soul's relent!

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