Short Conferred Poems
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At last, their big day.
Gowned, smiling, hopeful and proud.
Graduates, conferred!
13/04/21
Ansar
I am compelled
by the status quo
her beauty attractiveness
bliss
O' am charm
Can I inspire
the devotion enchanted
conferred divine
6/23/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Caesar preferred to be quietly interred
But to Antony his friend he deferred --
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred
Spurred them on with the passion of his words
Masterfully, did he their emotions stir --
They'd hunt down and kill the conspirators, sure
The tree embraces cat and bird.
On both its blessing is conferred.
In turn, they celebrate the bliss
Of this eternal armistice.
The tree is rooted in the deep,
Where hatred, rage and envy sleep,
And reaches up, all gnarled and scarred,
To sparkling diadems of stars.
Energy transfer unmistakable,
in small instalments as we so preferred,
has now made the energy grid stable,
a seamless band of steel, boundaries blurred,
transcendental bliss by God’s grace conferred
engulfing spine, bindu, crown and third eye,
ethereal implant that makes heart sigh.
A Valentine’s gift appropriate for you
I have and I hold, from this day forward,
to make you better, caring for you at your worst,
for richer is our love our vows conferred.
For poorer times while in sickness and in health we care
until death do us part our love whole never transferred.
A nerd slurred a word unheard, to be his preferred password.
A bird flew over a furred herd, be-gird by a Kurd.
He stirred and blurred, to a curd a third of turd.
But undeterred he spurred the transferred word, to be heard and conferred.
To reword the inferred referred word, to be deferred is just absurd.
Father Christ not only forgave sins
Also conferred on the Church
Mission
Power
Free men from sins
Through ministry, Church
The Priest
Penitent-> Repentent
Receives Eternal God’s forgiveness
His guilt wiped away
Completely
As if it never existed
Priest
Can do this only
Father Christ allows him participate
His divine Power to forgive sins
5042013
spellbook included Himalayan salt
beak of crow and fingernail of Walt
He made his own magical recipes
Conferred with wise witch to do it with ease
we have never seen a spellbook like this said the cat
he was staring into the cauldron, steam rolling fat
I enchanted it you fool the witch said with roll of her eye
She threw in two frogs, and an unhappy salesman guy
How old you turn isn’t the age you are, but the age you are is how old you turn
Lessons only 9,131 days under the Sun could burn
The only degree is learned or unlearned
No first, second, or third
Today is my day whether or not it’s conferred
When it’s over I’ll still attack the world bravely
That doesn’t mean that failures are unchained to me
I thank God for letting me live both figuratively and literally
I love you so much...
That I couldn't able to forget you,
Because of your one touch,
A tough which made my heart blew.
In my own presence,
I always found yours'.
I found your appearance,
Which made me cures.
I, myself talks about you,
Talk endless!
I conferred myself to die into,
Where I am helpless.
I am in a dark sight,
Just send your love light,
Assemble me into a cloud,
I will rain love and make palaces floud.
Eternal Life
Written: by Tom Wright
8-7-2016
Physical death isn’t an end but new beginning,
And future life will be not as some brief spell.
At death, torment awaits those yet sinning,
A just Judge will determine if Heaven or Hell.
It won’t matter, our accomplishments on earth,
And all of our good deeds will be seen as vain.
Unless we’ve experienced a cleansing by rebirth,
And God has conferred a pardon for sin’s stain.
A felled tear reflects the rainbow.
I wait for the night.
Moon had promised an audience.
Yes, I will sit beside the moon,
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining:
the heat, the dust, the life needles
and expressionless faces of trembling
angels. The heroes were disrobing and
attacking the pyramids of undoing.
I sweat and reel in chilly mornings.
A primitive instinct takes over the
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
IN HIS WAKE
In his wake,
he saw it all.
Family,
friends and foes.
Huddled so close,
like logs felled.
They spoke,
grand of this bloke.
Resting in velvet,
smiling to his best.
At last the test,
was passed.
Elegy to elegy,
recited with energy.
This villain,
they could no longer disdain.
“Hero” was conferred to him,
with sorrow and vim.
All they could do,
was watch with rue.
The light dim,
how thin the seam could seem.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
IN HIS WAKE- IAN MUNYWE
In his wake,
he saw it all.
Family,
friends and foes.
Huddled so close,
like logs felled.
They spoke,
grand of this bloke.
Resting in velvet,
smiling to his best.
At last the test,
was passed.
Elegy to elegy,
recited with energy.
This villain,
they could no longer disdain.
“Hero” was conferred to him,
with sorrow and vim.
All they could do,
was watch with rue.
The light dim,
how thin the seam could seem.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me
He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free
Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he
Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green
September 26, 2019
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Each node a bliss epicentre,
standing erect without support,
wherefrom grace bestowed does enter,
each pore of form love’s docking port.
The void holds us in warm embrace,
shimmering due to bliss rapture
as we see clearly, by God’s grace,
a knowing mind cannot capture.
We go where our attention flows
and as such we are everywhere
but it’s in stillness where thought slows,
we truly become self-aware.
The words we speak, are so offered,
as the boons upon us conferred.
An empty tomb, a folded sheet
That signifies all is complete.
The captives free, the battle won,
Naught yet remains; the work is done.
True, on its face, it seems absurd:
His righteousness, to me, conferred.
Devoid of merit, needing grace,
A marvelous exchange took place.
He bore my sin, took it away
And so I stand because today
Propitiation for God’s wrath
Was gained by Christ on my behalf.
Yes, he is worthy to be praised,
This Jesus Christ, the one God raised.