Short Conducive Poems
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Melatonin
Haiku
By: Tom Wright
Melatonin sleep
is conducive to bad dreams
more often than not
Good housing scheme
Good educational system
Conducive tourist centres
Suitable infrastructural facilities
Love, unity, freedom to all
Shaken to the core
by a knock on the door
My mood’s not conducive
to visitors intrusive
Though what else am I here for
Laziness
(hand up or hand out)
Miracle Man
11/1/2024
Those always bathing in entitlements pool,
will awake each morning, lazy, and unclean.
Which brings back thoughts of older times and lye soap,
Neither is conducive to a good lather.
loser business man
who came out of the closet
sure shows ugly face
what we do behoove
will always have tried to prove
faith mountains can move
with God will abide
even if low or high tide
with surfboard will glide
trump is conducive
always being abusive
also elusive
Jim Horn
We tend to get lost in words –
definitions; often words being
stretched or contracted
in accordance with personal
beliefs and intentions--predilections....
Take Nationalism,
in a sense, not conducive to
world harmony – take Christianity,
belief and abidance in Christ
in a sense, a form of Nationalism
fall upon spirit...and not the sword
of words –
Genuine love adds value to lives that cherish, welcome, water, nurture, nourish it and furnish a conducive environment for its germination, growth and its development into a nugget that both lives require for its fuller realization and deployment in two hearts on fire, imbued with the right chemistry at the right time and in the right place.
Sublime love caresses
kisses, blesses, elevates
edifies, magnifies.
Oh what a time we had riding on the bus to the Centre!
The scenery was amazing
We felt as if we were with VS Naipaul as we journeyed
The roads were smooth
The atmosphere conducive to productivity
The laughter, the smiles, the shared experiences were enough
To put our minds at ease as we constantly asked the driver to turn off the ac
And mek we feel the cool breeze…
Oh what a joy, oh what a pleasure journeying with my colleagues to the Centre!
Tooled up, the army chaplain
Is wielding the words of God
Straight in for the kill
With ‘The work of His will’
And ‘He came not with peace but the rod’
The sixth commandment is tricky
A most inconvenient law
For the turn of a cheek
On the battle field bleak
Is far from conducive to war
So, pity the army chaplain
And the conflict that rages within
As the ranks of the dead
Tramp a march through his head
And he murders his conscience with gin
by Gail