Short Expunging Poems

Expunging weapons
Mass smashing nuclear arms-
Byzantine debate....

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Such a grand memory I set aside,
Passing time in the French bucolic countryside
Passing lazy days away
Sipping sweet, sweet wine.

Lifting spirits, jousting melancholic ways
Experience expunging naivete
The Louvre, or the opera
Blessing a bravura shrine
Seeking serenity, here and now,
I long to stay, this place mine...

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As a writer, I embrace,
To help me when I’m way off base,
A pencil with, in proper place,
A pink expunging saving grace.

For up my sleeve, it is the ace
Which helps me more than just a trace.
Yes, I’d be lost if in this space
I was not able to erase.

We pencil users must keep pace
With techno-geeks or face disgrace.
Erasers keep us in the race.
Cut to the chase – I rest my case!...

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Remnants of Winters tendrils
reside upon the bare basalt cliffs.
Cornrows of ice cascade
washed by relentless rain.

Down pours the mana
of Spring, the Bride,
berating the laggard Winter;
expunging the beauty of ice.

The sunless muted morn aids
Winters grip on its crowning glory;
braiding wayward wisps of white
into crevasses.

The last, lingering, lustful
remainders of Winter.
The day before Spring begins....

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When listening to her heart beat
I can hear the metronomic  murmurs of string
and wind instruments blending
into a susurrous symphony
(expunging note upon note through my soul)
that goes from quiver to calm while pressed
against rhythms of her undulating breasts 

the chorus harmonizes in whispered
reverberations “I love you” wrapping
each softly plucked chord around
my name that is parenthesized
in soothingly shaded tones of  “mine”...

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Winter sheds Her dander
upon a frigid breeze,
releasing flakes of white.

Like soft, feathery down,
they silently settle
on everything in sight.

Ice crystals glittering
in their dazzling splendor,
set the landscape aglow.

And Fall's fiery flames are
extinguished overnight,
by a blanket of snow.

Winter's white whitewashes
Autumn's leaf mosaics, 
expunging everything.

And Her spic-and-span breath
exhales a sterile clean; 
preparing all for Spring....

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