Short Evens Poems

Kat is
Abuses,
Tortured

Everyday
Venturing through dark waiting til 
the
End...

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When Russia inevitably evens the score
Ukraine will remain an unpainted whore
   To NATO unattractive
   Russia wary, reactive
Hiding in alleyways, pre-Third World War...

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Roamed over all plains, 
Over seas, hills and 
Mountains, but found not 
A perfect soul mate. 
No human is ideal. 
Compromising with the odds, 
Evens the journey of life and love....

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Early in the morning light,
I catch a glimpse of you.
Looking from you little sight,
Your eyes are shining through.

I see that little curly head,
Peeking out the top.
Smiling at me sweetly,
I savor times like that.

What a way to start the day,
With curls and smiles from you.
It evens brightens cloudy days
With sparkling eyes so new....

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The roads are clean and straight;
Lawns with no weeds.
The wild is locked and fenced;
The trash is in your pocket.
People park within lines;
Never mind arbitrary confines.
The crazy man in the hermitage
Still dwells there in another age.
In this need for order and work,
There's its own madness;
Of evens, odds, and edges,
A life is measured in wages....

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The path that I walk is a lonely one
No one to follow, no one to call for
The feeling of emptiness fills my heart
The path ahead seems longer each day
With more obstacles that stand in my way
And it evens seems like it would never end
But I won’t stop now
I have travel for so long now
Without stopping or looking back
Even if it seems like it’s forever
In the end, it will be worth traveling...

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Not a way I'd want to wonder
Strange bursts flow through
Down and out the score evens
Unknown are the conflicts inside
Blister of the heart grows continuous
Snakes bite the unwary traveler
Growing double by unhitched soul
Placating another heart skyward
Peace runs a taught ship, softly
Earning respect to divine power
Every deity's dream to scrape mankind
Off their shoes of burning hell

Russell Sivey...

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She evens the score:
a spoonful of applesauce meant for the mouth
hits the floor.

She's famous for a lack of aplomb,
applesauce -- a time bomb.

She gives you the dropsies,
objects that fly, no reason why.

Scary thoughts that come unbidden,
hers alone.  I will not own.

Crossing Nora? Don't try it.
You'll live to decry it.

She's whatever haunts you,
seems to want you, but

send white light.
She fades from sight....

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Burning off the excess 
Things got out of line 
Everything is golden 
Until it loses its shine 

Pendulum constantly swinging 
Quick to overreact 
Impermanence around the corner
Grasping for what is fact

Need to seek balance 
Stand on stable ground 
Know things will settle
What was lost will be found 

The scale evens out 
Water finds its level 
We’ll never find Goldilocks 
But the pendulum starts to settle...

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