Short Breed Poems
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thank lord for all you
do you are ture
and
seeing me thur
opening my eyes wide
wakeing me up
lord in you i trust
i pray and say
thinks for letting me
BREED ANUTHER DAY
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I am part of a restless breed;
Need someone who will read,
Poem I wrote;
Time devote;
Way to finish I want to lead;
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Familiarity Does Breed Contempt
Contempt can often be bred by familiarity,
And an ideal environment appeals to parity;
We tried to find,
But left behind,
Fear from despair they created by disparity.
Jim Horn
people
breed monkeys
in their minds
PEOPLE BREED MONKEYS © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
The British in the past
Seemed to have more grit
The Londoners of old
Bombarded in the Blitz
Shook their fists in defiance
Such were the plucky Brits
People alive today
Would never stand for it
They’d shout about human rights
And probably serve a writ
Form:
play
your cards
right, she might
just fall for you
she might just like you,
like can progress to love
memories breed from moments
we think are inconsequential
take that step, you have to start somewhere
in the end those moments last forever
15/05/2011... 18:55
Let not desires breed, which we feed
Problem is indulgence
It's addiction we need to weed
To feel soul’s effulgence
Whence unfettered like space
Flowing at a slow pace
We then imbibe God's grace
Succumb not to greed
Let not desires breed
06-October-2022
Quietus
If just for a while
Let me part, go far from thee
On an unknown isle,
I want ye badly miss me,
And ever the more love me.
__________________
Translation |03.01.2025| Tanka, irony, love, separation
Urdu:
Mujhe tujhse bichadna hi padega,
Mein tumhe yad ana chahta huñ. - Phehmi Badayuni
Behold! A garden of rich red roses!
Oh, how it lingers inside of my head.
A vast world unlocked another closes,
parasites now overrun this deathbed.
As the center of us now transposes,
this infestation flourishing will spread.
New take on survival of the fittest,
as flowers lay dying we breed unrest.
One after another-
I fail to fast an egg for another-
one after another...
I ready reasons-
corroding all of the studded,
I claim to be beamed-
compounding my bummers,
shouting to withstand,
or reprimand my shudder,
ending in the rudder,
rotating a lover,
loading of the stowaways hover.
True love is a connection
a recognition of each other's soul
a respect that only grows
True love is when exposing vulnerability
is not a sign of weakness
but an act of total trust
True love knows no borders
it can even survive death
because love is stronger than grief
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Letting her take the lead
Her every command l obay
Their in her hour of need
Be it night or be it day
Perhaps off each other we feed
Neither of us willing to walk away
At these times seems hard to read
Never listening to what shed say
Though not your tipcal pedigree
Still her mind game l then play
Perhaps l am an unusal breed
Never the sort to stray
Look at that tail, she is a half-breed some said.
Her mother was a cat, but her father was dead.
I think he was a squirrel more than one did surmise.
Yes, he was. Some of us knew him, so it was no huge surprise.
This was a new orchard; the day was Halloween.
Costumed witches and goblins were easily seen.
Look at that tail! She is a half breed I heard.
Yes, she is, but why mention it? My word how absurd!
What I would give to sit and smile again
Together with the old breed and a beer to expend
We would tell our stories and have a good laugh
As the night hours continued with each round of draught
Those days are now gone in the blink of an eye
And it seems as old warriors the years just fly
So I’ll close my eyes and the years melt away
What would I give now to stay forever in yesterday.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Man born naturally
you cant kill or breed it out
prone to error now they try to manipulate it
M.D. DNA RNA by the way Sc.D.
Y O U are not G O D a grook on philosophy
Were one of a kind, It's true!
We go around saying hey ya'll all day.
If you don't like it, we could care less anyway.
We don't call our mom's mother or mommy, We call them mama!
We would rather our small hicktown parties in a big red barn instead of partying
in a martini fufu bar.
Our richest live in double wide trailors not some over priced penthouse in
manhattan.
It's just a southern breed through and through. It's the best there ever will be!