Short Dearer Poems
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Yonder, purpose is dearer,
Zealot in motion.
Ah, you've finally found it!
D'oh, in the rear-view mirror...
O! Life
O ! Life
You're so dearer,
I live; but not forever,
You seem too severe,
O! Life
We're so nearer,
I hold thee; but whatever,
Lost you at somewhere.
All I long for you to do,
Is to open your eyes
And finally realize
You're far dearer to me
Than you've ever believed.
So always know,
All I long for is you,
So, rest assured my love is true.
"Be still my heart!"
The thunder, the splatter,
all the drenching liquid matter --
then the storm passes,
and out come beautiful lasses,
clipping roses for bonnets,
choosing beaus for dearer sonnets -- it's really about love --
I found her there,
Glass house,
In a glass house,
Enter if you dare.
To end my roam,
Someone to hold dearer.
A clear home,
Or perhaps a mirror.
And she always say,
Here I live
Behind glass,
Beneath my chair,
Some trespass,
Enter if you dare.
Who's this stranger now before me
With a look that's dark and stormy
It's a face that now abhors me
With no pity left here for me
All is gone I once held dearer
As his madness drawing nearer
The expression seems much clearer
This reflection in the mirror
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the arms of a woman who lets me keep
the legend of me, in my mind.
My old woman is terribly kind.
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the arms of a man who lets me keep
my girlish reflection — his eyes a mirror.
My old man could not be dearer.
The lonely string-less kite,
has no ambitions like a chartered flight,
yet she soars, aimless but high.
Fighting snarling trees,
And dark electric lines,
It s a peek-a-boo with death,
Banking on wind's soft breath.
Cut off from a mere mortal’s hand,
Her vagabond life is short,
But the flaps of freedom is dearer,
Than the string of eternity.
My dear, dearer, dearest love
Just give me a loveful bowl
To revive my thirsty soul
And lift my feel high above
I will fly with your love wings
Into the infinity of heavens
Defeating all hateful demons
To the world where canary sings
From your rosy juicy lips
I will seek some drops of life
To kick away my inner strife
Owing to your immortal drips
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
I see the hollow face of an empty skull
It’s not likely that there’s one that’s dearer
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
The reflection ties down the soul of the bearer
There’s certainly nothing that makes it dull
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
I see the hollow face of an empty skull
Russell Sivey
Leaf I was that day as curious
As the winds roaring malign so furious
A better life awaits, all glorious
Deprived me of my senses, how spurious
Shuddering, my eyes sparked fire
As my feet choked in the deep mire
The haze got clearer
My life got dearer
The courage that I acquired
I began to retire
What was I?
A cavern to fear Death
Or a gallant to crave new breath
When I am dead,
all the things I wrote,
all the things I said,
that made you criticize,
irritated and distressed,
made you uncomfortable
in your heart and the head,
will become dearer,
be the sorrow a real good measure,
will bring tears
if you let the thought stand nearer
and will turn into love instead.
The love that I wanted and you
did not understand.
(27.03.2025)
Sweet smoke curling
'round the camp
huddled in the cold and damp
fireside lovers
cuddle dearer
wolves howl somewhere
closer,nearer
circled wagons strong embrace
around the buckskin
and the lace
around the children
of the plains
brave thou cold and wind
and rain
there to find the dream within
to go where no one else
has been.
beneath the chalice of the sky,
the settler's moon
and you and I.
FADING PHOTOGRAPHS
Once I thought those sepia tones
Belonged only to a different era
Now, images are on our phones
As quality paper is much dearer
I have albums still gathering dust
With snaps taken many years ago
Always keep them close as I must
Yet how was I supposed to know
Some blurred, and become faded
As memories can also go that way
Over time, quality gets degraded
If only they were right here today
Far across the hills and dales,
Ringing o'er the rills and swales:
Ever nearer, ever louder;
Ever dearer, gaining power.
Drawing hearts and minds to one;
Once sounded out, and once begun
Men cannot fail to hear her calling-
Solders freed from fear of falling.
Calling, crying to her sons,
"All must fight till freedom's won."
Leading them to victory;
Leaving them with liberty.
(Written on the fifth of July, 2015)
THERE ARE TIMES
Lord, there are times
when I do not live
up to Your expectations.
Teach me lovingly
to be firm in my faith.
Lord, there are times
when I grow tired of living.
Teach me never to give up
because I know you are there.
Lord, there are times
when I feel sorrow.
Teach me to pray to you
when I feel alone.
There is no one dearer
than You, Lord.
The world stands, exists
because you are there.
Janet Marie Bingham
Her love threw him out and locked the door.
He broke the lock to reach her.
Her love broke him and pinned him down to the floor.
He crawled his way to her.
But that moment when she tossed his love, he stood. Clueless. Numb.
He saw her eyes fill.
His love was dearer than her soul.
His grief could make her ill.
Ill from the depth of her soul.
So she ran to him and held him, he rose. Stronger and deeper in love.
She was his elixir.
that the highway is unbroken
and the words of love unspoken
say the past was just a token
if at all .
cannot speed the broken hours
screams are muffled
by the powers
inch by inch
through acid showers
I must crawl,
like a dinosaur in winter
frozen out ,
I cannot enter
not a student nor a mentor
still I scrawl..........
my reflections on the mirror
as I see me getting clearer,
and the future 's ever dearer,
through it all.
My mom looked in the mirror, It made her face clearer, She forbaded me to go nearer, The mirror had become her dearer, Her act was fun for hearer.
Taken in an instant
Image cleft of line
Clearer in a distance
Dearer left with mine
Border for a brazen
Center with an aim
Backdrop in a feeble
Ache in arch a name
Reflex with a ransom
Ever in the more
Constant in a settle
Less for set at score
Marker with a story
Dates at long to here
Shade to cast in every
Return in rest of dear
Always with an easy
Calm in kept to view
Next to now a distance
Yields to fields in true
Shadows of contempt spark the walls,
In which eternity calls,
Each billowing flick emanates towards the pall
Of you – I feel enthralled.
Sweet intrusion I feel it, covered like a shawl
Innocent sparks devoured to see me fall
As every beat sees you closer - I stall
Yet this only makes you dearer to all.
Candle light putter brakes you, turns me tall
With this I shall let resistance be my down fall.
By Candlelight by
Bethany Chipperfield
" Circle of hope,full of blind faith "
I walk through the circle of hope
praying for better times
desiring to be...me....again...
missing the joy of laughter
and the shine of smiles
Full of blind faith
holding onto memories of greater
wishing it was nearer
as well as...dearer to my heart
Learning how to accept the bad
with the good...better for my life
......I try....
I move forth with effort
wishing for the strength
to pull through....finally....done
This sheep is big
But this sheep is not a ship
This sheep is not a chip
So this sheep is not cheap
Anywhere you can’t pick
But this sheep we keep.
This sheep is just a sheep
You call it a ewe
But this sheep is just a sheep
This sheep meets sheep
But these sheep are not ships
So these sheep are just sheep.
This sheep can skip
But this sheep can’t speak
So don’t call me a sheep
This sheep is the sheep
I am dearer than this sheep
Better than the sheep and ship.
Oh Beautiful! Where did you come from?
On this train that takes me every day to home.
Facing me, on the empty chair you took your seat
Can’t lie to you my love, my heart did skip a beat.
In such a moment of Poetry, a few lines I could have tried,
But before I could utter, I stopped for a piece of chicken fry.
Would you come again, on this 7.50 train, would you please try?
This time I swear, you would be dearer to me than a piece of a chicken fry.
(August 11, 2009)
You are little,
and growing bigger,
that is what this day is all about,
you have to know this,
and you know this well,
you are a beauty,
and growing more so,
you have to know this,
and you do know,
that is what this day is all about,
you are already dear to us,
and growing dearer.
you have to know this,
and you know this,
that is what this day is all about,
how i pine to see you grow and beautiful,
my dear little one,
only I know,
and through this day,
let you also know.