Short Betide Poems

Air, the gentle breeze
A clot of gas we hold dear.
Sans it, woe betide....

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Woe betide this waste of life 
To whom the gods did give much strife
And now to end my life with much aharm
I drink this poison to join my loved one across the stars
My love im coming...

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Take my hand and never doubt,
Love will lead us in and out...
Take my hand and lead my heart
Let your bliss our souls impart...
Take my hand and be my bride,
Be with me when nights betide...

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Elixir of life
Paramount to living souls.
Sans it, endless strife.

The terra firma
A domain which teems with life.
Sans it, landbound die.

Air, the gentle breeze
A clot of gas we hold dear.
Sans it, woe betide.

Water, land, air
Gifts of god precious art they
Need them be destroyed?...

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The Ides of March, oh woe betide
Twas on this day that Caesar died
Stabbed by his double-dealing men
Remorselessly, time and again.
Twenty-three times the knives were thrust;
Take care therefore in whom ye trust.


09.04.2022


Bite Size Poem No.43 Poetry Contest 
Sponsor - Line Gauthier...

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gather wares for market day
and cauldrons of the land
baneful stock for the boiling pot
before the evening’s end

tankards spill and taverns heave
upon these Beltane days
see magic folk and sorcerers
on an otherwise malaise

then pack the carts and disappear
before the robin sees
and woe betide the straddlers
caught there on Gallows’ Eve


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POEM 15 WE ALL NEED GOD 


WE ALL NEED GOD WORD TO 

LIVES BY. 

TO INPIRE US, GUIDE US, AND 

GIVE US COURAGE. 

WHEN TRIALS, OF LIFE BETIDE 

US WE HAVE GOD'S WORD THAT 

NEVER FAIL US. 

OUR LIVES SHOULD ALWAYS BE 

FILLED WITH WISDOM, WITH 

UNDERSTANDING, WITH LOVE 

AND HAPPINESS. 







MR.PROF. JERRY WELLS 

AUTHOR...

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Lips are meant to be kissed
but yours also must smile,
and when they part wide,
I will kiss you for awhile.
 
My lips drink on your lips,
my thirsty still didn’t end.
I trace with my fingertips
a treasure map to send:
 
more kisses before you ask
and tell me with a bow:
“Sir, this is your prime task:
start fulfilling it right now!”
 
Oh, woe betide! I will obey,
A thousand kisses, today....

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Woe betide the lightning tree
the guardian of the sacred stone.
Devoid of life and leaf alike 
as even the ivy creeps elsewhere.

Woe betide the lightning tree
the silent watcher of the north.
Mastered by the winds of change
and the scapegoat of the ruthless skies.

Woe betide the lightning tree
the keeper of the ancient grove.
Once a mighty bellowing giant 
now fodder for the relentless fungi....

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See circusy topic show start through an end
Flamboyances color by number with pen
Utensils swirl-shade as lead subjects decide
Outsparkle in arc-flash or well to subside
Resharpened perceptions concluding attend

Straight forwardly semblance curves back trope betide
Choice obvious reasons sound minded lines time
Due melioration emended pends then
Omega friends alpha preferences blend
Explosively visions seam clown shoes provide...

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I don't care what tomorrow may bring
It may be darkness, sunshine or rain
I know, I love you more than everything
And all of my worry is vain.

Though blizzards and arduousness may arise
Shadowing the brightness of our life
We'll never be frightened by the dark skies.

No matter what evils betide
Why should we care? Because tempest will blow
We'll freely go together through,
Holding you close by my side 

Because you're forever mine...!!!...

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The cherub wrapped in rose - chaste chariot.
A sprightly chain stirs charismatic horse
Across the ages to answer one’s prayers.

A demon with a plot to spare one’s prayers.
Betide the lightning strike, toward chariot,
but for the heretofore of God’s blest horse.

Sole-kick displays golden crescent of horse.
Claptrap scream of demon without a prayer!
Away spurs the audacious chariot.

Behold chariot and horse - answered prayers!

2/19/2019
A Tritina For Messina...

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She sits upon a perch

A vision of green and yellow

And to look her you'd think

She is quiet, shy and mellow.


But woe betide you though 

If you should sneeze or cough

If you play music she doesn't like

You've had it, shell be off.


She is a very pretty boy

And tells us every day

But we love her just same

Even when she has lots to say.


We love our little birdie

Sunshine is her name

And without her squawking

It wouldn't be the same....

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