Short Espousing Poems

she is a mirror of herself
espousing her own ideas
i shudder as I look into her
reflections of her reflection...

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Echoes of lives exist in a world of hope;
Giving entrance to emotions lost and bounding to strength that was gone.
Ultraviet symphony of souls.
Night carries no more fear.
Intemsly gazing through the days to come;
Wasting the threads of the undone;
Espousing only to the hearts you've won.
By Christy Teas...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, born 1806,
Extraordinary Poetess, daughter, sister, wife, Abolitionist 
Confined for a time yet her heart, mind and spirit
Roamed free beyond her environment, espousing, expressing
Love and devotion so eloquently in beautiful Sonnets

To:  Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Entry into Brian Strand's Vignette-Literary Love Affair Contest...

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Mother is eighty-seven now
still spry, sometimes naughty,
espousing wisdom from her brow,
her speech never bawdy.

She always dried my tears,
She always calmed my fears,
She always cleaned up smears.

Softly sing a lullaby,
Mother will be leaving nye.


For: QUIETUS (Jan 2022 edition) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllable count checked at SyllableCounter.net
January 25, 2022...

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Idealists speak out all day
And wonder why the worlds this way;
They ask, why can’t we live in peace
Instead of being ill at ease;
Where all men live in harmony
And war is just a memory.
A realist responds in kind
I’m of a difference of mind.
I see all good and evil reign
Both equally in one domain.
Their efforts for a win must fail
The vying is to no avail.
Mans personality is split
Espousing both you must admit....

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Beautiful day for a drive
Ruined when we stop for gas
Polluted by loud offensive music
Espousing lots of anger

I wonder how anyone can listen to this
Let alone share it by having it up so loud
As we drive past this car I notice a crying baby
I imagine her ears and her mind hurt

So sad what is being fed to a child’s spirit
I think of this for a few minutes
Then notice the gorgeous sky
And lean back to fully enjoy a beautiful day...

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A Wish

For children sired from out of wedlock
Roaming the streets, begging for alms
With weary eyes from a day’s plight
To get their crumbs  and spare  the night

For girls robbed and sanctity trampled
Buried in rut,  and scared to move
Spurned and cast away from home
With queuing lads to buy her form

For souls scorned and gloomed
Who live a  life of doom and misfortunes 
May find their life at the end of the fork
Espousing all strength, and daring to move....

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