Short Chaff Poems

As wheat is to chaff

  so's a giggle to a laugh...

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shave your mind and soul 
the chaff drifts in the water 
of nihilism...

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Essence Poem. 
No need, indeed, chaff and chatter,
Positive hocus focus, doesn't matter....

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death turns diversity to ash- keeping wheat burning chaff.
The invisible that lasts drives the visible chaff...

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Urges
Often arise
Learn, observe and discern
Segregating wheat from the chaff
Thus pure

24-November-2020...

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That's
how it is
the chaff
blown away
and the kernel
of truth
takes root
a magnificent
everlasting
tree
of man....

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The moments of these days…
the wheat from the chaff

Each choice confirmation
—the first from the last

(H.U.P. May, 2020)...

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Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede.....

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Early mission's ruin makes chaff.
Former pride's diminished by half.
Seen now old destruction's no laugh.
Glory's faded.
Rogues were ruled not by an oak staff.
Prudence jaded....

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Keep the old chaff safe
in its place, don’t shuffle 
broken bits of straw
out the door 
opening on the landscape 
of morning. I don’t remember 
a single dream. I’ll
step out clean....

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Betty had a little calf,
It was white and brown,
Everywhere that Betty went
It followed her around.
She fed it twice every day
With a bucket full of chaff,
The way Daisy munched it
Made young Betty laugh....

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Trump To Be Great

Trunk thinks only way to be great
Is having face that is always straight
And at yourself never able to laugh
Not able to separate wheat from chaff
Yet still his ego likes to congratulate.

Jim Horn...

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Festival of-
earthen lamps.	
Separating the grain from chaff.

*

Pigeons will-
not be let out to fly.
It is going to be a moonless night.

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The skin has peeled off.
Time to move on.
The bared trees.


Satish Verma...

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If I cannot lose sight 
of my past misguided pre-conceptions,  
how can I then separate
the wheat from the chaff  
when it comes down to planting 
a healthy righteous garden 
of my own 


April 18 2022 ...

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Inside the keepers pantry
Spinoza can look into any lenses
Our lives have changed since then
as the chaff of wheats trail
Tells us truth is neigh
as it shimmers with the dust
as we guide our silent prayers
to Gods substantive creation....

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BETTY’S PET

Betty had a little calf,

It was white and brown,

Everywhere that Betty went,

It followed her around.


She fed it twice every day

With a bucket full of chaff,

The way Daisy munched it 

Made young Betty laugh....

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cold-
      numbing cold outside.
      a star or to
      high in the sky.

heavy snow bending bare branches
the wind-invisible sand
blowing wildly 
like so much chaff.

     fire warms shivering bones.
nothing to warm a frigid heart....

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MY SWEETEST OTHER HALF
I owe you so much oh my sweetest other half
All of my life, I feel like I am a little chaff
Or I can be a smallest calf
Everything we do, we conceive on our best behalf
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 6, 2016...

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Inside the Keepers pantry
Jesus can stare at any mirror
Our lives have changed
likens the chaff of wheat 
The Lord is neigh
as truth wrestles amongst the shimmering trees
and we are guided by our missives
The green patterns of holly
roots our dreams...

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separating wheat from the chaff
we laugh at our gaffe
being spirit and not mind-body
sometimes mired in thoughts shoddy
so refining consciousness bit by bit
threefold flame of Christ in heart lit
we delight beholding form transform
swept away in a benign bliss storm...

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I am an island unto myself
I toil not
I reap
but I do not sow
caught in a snare of thorns and thistles
my roots have decayed
a nightmarish dream with no beginning or ending
can I delay judgement?
as the winds blow away the chaff
can the grain be saved?...

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Tan grasses, dry chaff 'neath burning feet,
parched and brittle as I walk down
sad, withered lawns. Earth's cracked brown
tongue craving one cool drink
of reviving rain.
I note the scent
of water
on the
wind.


Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 1, 2014...

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Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the wheat rejects the chaff

Wealth attained by winnowing gain, 
the scarecrow only laughs

Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the numbers rise and fall

Interest accrues¬ as attrition renews
—the richest count forestalled 

(Valley Forge: November, 2020)...

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People do like mischief and chatter,
Really, what does it all matter?
It is only about chaff and stuff,
In 100 years, we'll all be dust,
This is what makes me meaner,
As i empty more dust from the vacuum cleaner,
We shall all be a little pile of dust,
And our pets, a tiny heap of fluff!...

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yet words that flow,
the rhyme you know,
forgiveness really matters,
exactly as you try to show,
hatred mind does shatter,

forgive, with love although,
so many curse the latter,
love at end of days you know,
sieve chaff from oats the patter...
be there soul that matters?

Don Johnson...

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