Short Close At Hand Poems

Time To Leave

Sleep is so elusive
 The sea is close at hand
 I hear the waves beckon
 And I bid farewell to land

 by Joan Donnelly...

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Changing the future—changing the past,
a north south reprimand


Each word rewritten—time bespoke,
the present close at hand

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)...

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Mary

Holy Mother Mary 
Always close at hand
I see your sign in my palm 
You calm and understand

Holy Mother Mary
Never there to chide
You mark the hand of all
To still … to love …to guide....

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        You Don't Have To Say You Love Me, just be close at Hand;

          You Don't Have To Say You Love Me, ... I Will Understand!

 ..... Believe, Me, 
                Believe, ... Me!...

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PONY RIDE
You, a friend, dropped by last night
we talked of horses, I know you think they're grand,
and liking you, I liked them, too
to keep you close at hand.





veebdosa

Short Poem Contist...

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Don’t give away the best part of yourself
to structure

Don’t organize yourself into
spiritual oblivion

Keep the magic of the instant
close at hand

And the gateway to eternity
 —will remain open and pure

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)...

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When we walk a lonely path 
feeling nothing but PAIN 
Know our Father helps us through 
when we offer up a prayer OR TWO 
To ask him for help in YOUR times OF NEED 
TRUST and BELIEVE 
that he will proceed 
Just remember that good and bad 
He is always close AT HAND...

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Once upon the dark
walking in the fields
Mark my words
The blind confusion of life
Peaceful walking
Paying your last respects
One by one they pass me by
When I consider my disillusionment
When your time is close at hand
light causes strange illusions
Just remember be strong...

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Leaving behind excuses,
the reasons close at hand

No longer distracted by the ism’s of truth,
or what protocol demands

Living outside the fences,
no longer looking in

The horizon waiting as my dreams set sail
—safe harbor there within

(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)...

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I put a saddle on the wind
and rode it through the storm

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,
the reins, my soul reborn

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,
the present close at hand

Behind whose mane I charge within
—in search of who I am

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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Of soothsayer and fortuneteller beware,
False oracles are everywhere.
Predictions of True God’s innermost plan
Comes from the forked tongue of man. 

Keep precious Bible close at hand,
Read often so to understand 
God reveals all in His own time.
Prepare thee now for Life Sublime.

won 6th place...

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Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!...

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Ballpoint pens or sharpened pencils,
Scads of pads of virgin papers,
These are the tools,
The base utensils,
This poet needs for his mental capers.
Thesaurus and dictionary close at hand,
A steaming mug on the chairside stand.
Prepared, I wait with anticipation…
What's keeping that muse
With the inspiration?
...

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A man who enjoyed writing code
once took a wrong turn down a road.
Forsaking recursion,
he took an excursion,
now dabbles in sonnets and odes.

His java is still close at hand,
but now it is black and smells grand.
Who needs a compiler?
Just hike a two-miler;
the bugs are all out on the land.
...

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lifted

my words just barely dried
a poem appears in Spring
draws breath from a widow
close at hand, open to new 
worlds across the land.
gently are these bon mot 
teased into the silken air
escape capture on white 
sheets fly to the magnolia
in full bloom.  birdlike they preen,
cavort as do all new things in Spring....

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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
THE DOOR ALMOST FELL DOWN

MY mama went with the
goodbye man ALL HER CHILDREN
slumbered 
close a hand

he wouldn't 
think of
leaving
her
behind

we awakened 
and found 
that mama 
had gone

a smile was 
all she 
left behind

she had gone ...
she went with
the goodbye 
man

by janetta...

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If the last drop of ink write your limit,
if the end of black can close its hand,
than from where he left your last-
In the last drop of black,
after a last single word,
of the last poem,
of that last book- which
yet not finished,
of our last meeting.

I start from there-

With the start of the mine,
till the end of the rose......

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I missed the summer this year.
It simply never came.
Instead I watched the raindrops
Roll down my window pane.

Spring with vibrant promise
Didn't wish to linger,
And now the autumn's misty chill
Is stretching out it's fingers.

Winter's soft white blanket
Will soon lie on the land,
But whisper that another spring
Will soon be close at hand....

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theres a game that life plays 
i would like to take some time 
to reveal the shadows of deceit 
and the wasted years many place in there way
i tried to be a simple man 
i tried to stay away 
but the fall was close at hand 
and like most i fell 
but unlike most i stood back up to face the day 
to solider on and die a hero of the people...

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do you get hot with a passion, 
with the right person, 
close at hand,
the liquid state of subtle dampness, 
when love is in a sweet demand, 
when all is out of focus,
tossed out the window, banned,
thought of wanting,
has command,
consequences,
notwithstanding,
babies can be unplanned,
fate can conquer all, the plan.:) 

Don Johnson...

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Children shout to drown out society's weeping ---
What kind of future is there for our Youth? ---
Nuclear detonation is close at hand ---
Like a first time mother,
with her newborn infant ---
Don't try to analyze the purpose of 
this maze we call life ---
Finding the exit only means death ---
But is that sweet euphoria or
eternal damnation?...

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A high-pitched screech announces
That the hawk is close at hand.
Whatever he is saying,
Other hawks must understand.

For me, I'm satisfied to hear
That plaintive, jarring screech,
Despite the fact its meaning,
For a human's, out of reach.

No matter if he's circling
Or swooping to a tree,
His neighborly communication's
Good enough for me....

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There is a space
Unread
Untouched
Untapped gardens of soul
Orchards and cherries are wait
Your hands to pick of ripe
Come close to heart
Dear
Be dare
You can reach a dream
Mellowness
In my heart
Sacred shrine
For love
Reserved for thee
And devoted!
Just may need a look
Beyond the rule of- what in sale
For the business as usual
To reveal
The hidden gardens of my sou...

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Peter hung on keeping close at hand
“Surely you're one of this Jesus band?”
     Trying to hide it
     Peter denied it,
“Damn it! I don't even know this man.”

Three times Peter denied Jesus his friend.
At second cock crow he did comprehend
     what a failure he'd been.
     How could he be so mean?
Bitterly he wept as he felt condemned.

Mark 14.66-72...

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Surging fire upon the land, 
A dragons breath close at hand.
The gleam of a sword may catch your eye,
Or the sound of a siren, sweet cries.
Elevish sorcery in your midst,
A beautiful illusion caught up in your tryst.
Beyond the darkness beauty lies,
Cascading white rocks hypnotize.
Still around the corner, there may wait,
A new road, or a secret gate.
-Micaiah Price...

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