Short Divest Poems

Trump Should Divest

For Trump what is best
Foreign ventures do divest
Bring lost jobs back west.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn...

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Like A Forgetful Fool

Politicians are like a forgetful fool;
Flying off handle having loose tool;
Hard to digest;
Interest in divest;
Also, are impatient and can be cruel.

Jim Horn...

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If Plan A fails, remember you have 25 letters left
Don't weep or lose sleep, your brain needs a rest
Have courage
Get unburdened
Like me when I get stuck, my clothes I divest...

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Entered what I ate today in my fitness quest
Heard a siren, an ambulance approached from the west
They didn't waste time
It's not a good sign
Perhaps next I weigh myself, my clothes I'll divest...

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90 today, with the humidex should feel like 108 degrees
Time to divest ourselves of all clothing, run around creating a breeze
Perhaps that's not too great
More turmoil it'd create
As well as the heat, the girlies would all want a piece...

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The Frost poems 
try to wake 
us to the thread
of  our humanity,
to ask us
 to divest ourselves 
of all the fear and
vanity,
to see
 through someone else's eyes
 the flower
or the sky.
Why does that seem so hard to do?
But somehow we must try....

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Before the Inauguration
the man must divest himself
of his stocks and bonds

close every hotel he owns
lay off hundreds of employees 
so they have time to hitch  

a ride to Washington and sell
red caps for his inauguration 
to make America grate again.


Donal Mahoney...

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I am becoming.

I am shedding skin to
Divest.

I am developing.

I am no longer preparing
For something. 

I am depending on myself
To know when it's time
To cut the string
And let the end 
Become not an elusive thing
But a certain future.

And with the peace 
It brings
I will become 
Fearless.

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Would you visit the dragon’s tower?
And slip into his lair
The place where he has all the power
You wouldn’t have a prayer
Could you walk with one shoe missing?
And expose your holey soul
All the while you’re almost tripping
While you take that painful stroll
To test and trial for one more mile
Before you take a rest
You try to smile with blushing style
Your endurance will divest...

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This life I yield to you, 
engraved in purple prose, 
gratis I divest 
myself of it's encompass.

It has been my home, 
my sanctuary and harbour; 
now altruism drapes 
it's cloak around your shoulders. 

You could grasp it's weave 
and knit unruly sinews, 
shape the empty flesh, 
endow the maiden vessel.

This life I yield to you, 
inert and contemplative, 
awaits envisioned love 
to give it's purpose meaning....

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Be “blessed not stressed” yeah, that is the test,

Just a little bit o rest, that is my quest,

But the zest of the fest got me hard pressed,

There’s a pest in my breast, cardiac arrest,

My chest heavy like Mae West,

I confess, I’m distressed and a little depressed,

But I divest my unrest, priorities reassessed,

I request a glassful of the best, kindred spirits coalesced,

The fest repossessed with jest and all the best

Peace....

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At the wind's behest
 At the sun's command 
 Swarming worms infest 
 Legs and arms and hands

 Flesh from bone undressed 
 Withers in the sand
 Denser forms divest 
 Of filaments and strands

 As rigid limbs relax 
 Bound by sky and land 
 Mouth and throat contract 
 Chest and brain expand 

 Set free by their collapse 
 Fulfilled by new demands 
 Enshrined as they're enclasped 
 By rasping sea and sand 

 Written by © Raven Drake...

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What impelled the composer to these
harmonies, unless to divest 
himself of structure

in the same way the snowflake
at the edge of storm 
gives up to become itself: 

colorless microscopic crystals 
that shred a January dawn
to refracting sun

as a child turns a kaleidoscope
wishing for red-green-blues
that don’t yet exist.

When this pilgrim of the mathematics
of music found Mozart 
in Michelangelo, he dissolved 

into chords of woven color
and pure light....

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