Short Ers Poems

dock appendages
spring break at the beach
human barnacles...

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blooms gain
rain's fame

show-ers
flow-ers

awesome
blossoms

(footle)...

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f***ers burn 

bodies to fuel their oil 

consumption

slave trade In The Name of God, LLC

corruption

suits to take up spaces

f***ers burn...

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ARCHWAY 
   REJOICE
   VESSELS
MOST HIGH
  HERALDS
  BANNERS
 MAGNIFY
  CREATOR
       T O
       THE...

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my pupils
dilate
sated
by 

van gogh
irises
then
i'm

in a 
moan
over the
monet's

the flowers
the same
but now
waiting

salivating
for to see
the oooh
keeffe's...

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counting my
thumb as one
i have ten
fingers

and when
it comes 
to toes
even

though odd
the little
piggie
that

went all
the way
home
makes

ten so
then
may
i add

up the
ways
that i
love

you...

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Rushing rhymes with ahs and ers
adjust near rhymes on the first and third 
spelling errors which mass occur 
Murder grammar 
Massacre 

Screw it nailed it 
Insecurities 
Fail threw fell quick 
Is no more one piece 

Hearing death 
The heavy breathe 
Here but left 
Wait sits wreathe...

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wandering in the wilderness
unleavened bread in a haste
blood of slaughtered lamb on
the windows they will pass over
magic rituals demons fight 
black leather boxes ,scrolls of par
chments, knotted fringes on the corn-
ers of garments ,redemption of first born
few silver coins ,out of the house
of bondage she cried on my shoulders...

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A ghràidh
Gadewch i cwtsh
ers i chi farw
Bûm yn crio

Eich calon yn gynnes
A ghaoil,Cusanu yn lle eich bron
Cusanu yn lle eich dymuniadau
Cusanu yn lle fy marwolaeth

Swsus rhedeg i ffwrdd
Os gallai yn ei rhedeg i ffwrdd
I ffwrdd a byddwn yn eich calon
Bardd yn breuddwydio yn y tywyllwch

yn ddirgel
Mae fforwyr yn cuddio eu mapiau...

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Worry-ers of the Past


Tears subside into sleep
Sleep subsides into Death
Arms wide open to receive you
Down in its murky depths

Frozen but aglow with warmth
Rivers of a salted sash
Meander on my face like yours
Flag us forever
As worry-ers of the past

We sink you and I
Dead, but still breathing
Dead and domineering
Afraid of our power
Burnt from shadows and feeling...

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Bottom line's about popularity
  Achieved through division, polarity
    No chants of 'Learn, baby, learn'
    No yells for 'Earn, baby, earn'
  The sixties shouted 'Burn, baby, burn'  

  Fast forward to today, nothing has changed
  Just the issues and actors rearranged
    Screams for 'reproductive rights'
    'Defund the police' dogfights
  Aging boomers for Gen Z-ers exchanged...

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sestets with tail rhyme

Prayers to ponder – the seventeenth of John.
Prayers for Himself – “God, glorify your Son.”
Prayers take time
Prayers for his disciples – “God, make them one.”
Prayers for us – generations unborn.
Prayers take time.

Pray-ers ask, but they listen to God too.
Pray-ers confess sins, profess faith anew.
Pray-ers make time 
Pray-ers think and thank, praise Jesus as true.
Pray-ers seek mercy, find service to do.
Pray-ers make time.....

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you, I, we, they
stumble, betwixt
with words-
creative minds
hands write
muses mystify
searching, finding 
expressing in verse 

then you, I, we, they
read, critique
poems delightfully
but a few may
tongue waggle
insinuatingly
eyes close
to those that do

but many, many
PS-ers, I we, they
Thank You PD for
running contests
challenging minds
critiquing poems
sharing and being you-
a true blue PS family


For Linda-A's contest, 'PD Poem (Any Poem Written Or Dedicated To Me'...

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I made an unrepeatable memory with you
I purchased an expensive love with you being here
I purchased  chased sea of ers with your leaving 
You are missed in this strom
To see
That how my vessel of love is drowning
I am reaching moning clmly
But without you
This is beginning of my breaking
In eternal destiny
With you I took my self from my self
In the cold night..
 I don’t ask about sunshine that moonlight isn’t annoyed by my
In your past voice im looking for sound of my today life...

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Fabled Streets into spaces of loneliness,
field hospital in central park
and the wailing of ambulances, their serpentine allure
claiming its wild certitude amid
full tides of sacrifice in
ERs as trenches beaming with resistance and pride safe from
evil's dissidence, garments with no
self-glory intent, saving lives, saving grace.
Paradox is city's nick-name, and the virus
the killer of its narcissism.
New York lives like a Shakespearean tragedy
bending its ear to earth's resonnance....

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