Short Dearth Poems
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contraception dearth
overpopulated earth
kills infants at birth
By
David Kavanagh
Fear! Dearth source in heart
Head has no vow without truth
Fight till last breath-blood
-November 02, 2018 Chattogram
Dearth girth
Huge mirth
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Fine rains
Poems
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Joy ride
Ebb tide
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2 March 2016
Surly songs
Played by hungry men
Plucking staccato roots
Spotted chords of dried dearth
Cleansed in strummed pots of boiling verse
they’re we
dearth can't touch them
they’re in transmutation!
-January 17, 2019 Chattogram
Everyone has a whole book -
Many with papers,
Some with barely the hook...
The one with bounty
Does not know how to cook
The one in dearth
Fills in every nook!
Excellence in plumbing leaves me numb
Mastery in apprenticeship of thumbs
A Dearth of splash guards
Replaced with glass shards
Invites me to leave instead of come
Spring does burst with blest new birth
as buds conquer harvest dearth
blooms now refresh hopeless woe
heart thanks God for grand life's worth.
Lately, it seems to be
there’s a dearth of poetry
on the site... else it's me
generalizing from scant experience
as I often do when feeling imperious
Listen to poem:
as days fade to night
the season blights to winter
dearth of light brings haggard chills
landscape bedraggled
shriveled to black then bleached white
cries ice tears then hibernates
With the glut of sounds fixed within the book of expressions
I cause the dearth in mine carve ‘pon slip for the eager to ponder
A poet compelled yet tactful with scribe as a view thru scrim
An evil kangaroo poacher from Perth
Rousted rare 'roos for all they were worth.
But, one day as he wrangled,
In his noose he got tangled,
Now of kangaroo poachers from Perth there's a dearth.
In luring us, alone
Through each bright tone
Do hang them, if by looks, of
More dazzling worth
For apricot, calcite.
Grape, rubellite.
Our wasps' gorging perspective!
No mouth-eyed dearth!
They want a pigeon for a dodo
its the best they can do yet
gene editing rehearsed
a theoretical DNA sideshow
resurricate natures dearth
undo extinction
Whatever next
Genghis Khan's offspring
Closeness
a ripple of chance
in an ever
changing pulse
~tides shift~
seasons shed her shape
warm caresses disperse
poetic forbearance
rests
outside the dearth
Oasis, quench my dearth
On your lap, here I plead
Over the skin of earth
Only your hand's my lead
Our hearts were meant to be
Or, my soul can't be free
Of all friends, you're my tea
4th place
a rondelet
Most Holy One,
from those who lie grant me relief.
Most Holy One,
give me not all I ask, nor none.
In wealth, might I renounce You, Chief?
In dearth, might I become a thief?
Most Holy One.
Anti-abortionists never a dearth
Of carrying placards to harass;
As to the young child’s worth,
We must demonstrate in mass
Supporting life after the birth!
Written July 18, 2022
Cultures dissected …
structured refusal
Cloistered eruptions
dearth to accept
Rising triumphant
they steal from each other
Defining their existence
—by what they reject
(Septa R5: September, 2023)
Poverty
Is a necessity
So that the wealthy
Can feel comfortable
In how fortunate they are
To understand unconditional wealth
There has to be a comparison
A bridge to connect the two
Abundance and dearth
Much and none
The hour is late
I long to write
Thoughts are few
A long empty night
Over taxed mind
A writer's wage
My head is empty
On a yearning page
Perhaps, tomorrow
Gone, dearth of rhyme
As bard within
Urges spirits climb
Form:
Your dearth made my eyes moisturize
Shroud me if you have no time to meet
My pulse has stopped by last evening
My body also will be cold soon
As the time doesn't remain same
Lets separate our ways
As we both needs it same
Christ's sufficiency* fully satisfies my soul midst spiritual dearth.
*2Corinthians 3:5 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God.
June 2, 2019
nature has its place of worth,
human must endure no dearth,
for we are natures child,
predator oft reviled,
though bloodlust be reversed,
not far away the distant wild,
remains immersed...
Don
re: Let the eagle alone
HONESTY OIMBO
If only Autumn
could relent its teeth
like a furnace burning bright
it celebrates the dearth
of confidence
like friends lost at sea
It claims lost souls
spindle wood
you've pawned our tomorrows
and adjourned our yesterdays