Short Fetches Poems
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Like waves on the ocean,
good ideas have fetches.
They come having travelled
vast distances and stretches.
Their past is invisible
and often unknown,
but when brought to fruition
are rarely outshone.
A cat wants to play
a bird flies away
A dog fetches a bone
a pigeon returns home
A child too will play
before he goes away
To get out there on his own
before returning home
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is hurry underneath the wretched fetches of little pits of howie mandell.slam me
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To greet with a smile
Is the best gift
Surpassing any words
Fascinating hearts
And a memory
Imprinted in the hearts
Just because it fetches
Love
Good thoughts
Innocence
Let smile
And the world
Will become more beautiful
To greet with a smile
Is the best gift
Surpassing any words
Fascinating hearts
And a memory
Imprinted in the hearts
Just because it fetches
Love
Good thoughts
Innocence
Let's smile
And the world
Will become more beautiful
Into the azure
lofty inter loppers linger
romantics wear me out
day dreaming till they die
Blackbirds in flight
brings you back into life
the fetches of light appoint
the mountains yawn
learn the rhythm
in mists striding the horizon
Bubble
I grow by the puff of thy blow
Now I glisten, roll, and fly,
Sometimes tap the little’s nose
Sometimes fall nearby.
My act fetches smiles and giggles
I too feel proud,
Sometimes I fly all alone
Sometimes in a crowd!
Though I bear a short span
Yet I bear some weight,
I fill clear dreams in thy eyes
Even Born from soapy state!
the mundane world rolls on
silently roars the silver ocean
colourless yellow feelings sleep furiously
boundless, free, spread all over
without any contour
and an essence of percolating peace dawns
so ginormous is 'His' creation
ethereal beauty prevails
e v e r y w h e r e
of the 'Unseen, Unknown Architect
How thank 'Him' for his uniqye opus
that fetches eternal ecstasy to mankind?
Earth enriched in sin
Bears the weight of those to blame
For upon this bloody scenes commence
As above, skies observe in shame.
And as these fall hard the ground
Pity alone is felt, for those ever resting
Though to steal a life, and yours be stolen
Is worth of only shame.
Death appears so clear and nigh
It is all this fortune fetches
And as I await my name for call
This I write, and this I wrote
For my death so clear and nigh.
I have had the pleasure
Of watching one’s treasure
And dared to then measure
What one did at leisure…
Man fails not to treasure
What fetches him pleasure:
For them goes at leisure
And them take full measure
Of eyes the cynosure,
For the camera sure,
Then doors slam for closure:
There shouldn’t be censure;
Kisses with their pressures,
Sex with all its seizures,
Morals for erasure…
Who’d save man from pleasure?
In an American primitive painting
she fetches a pail from a well;
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles,
wind turbines churn in the distance.
Corn fields are bundled together.
Drones hum like doves in the evening.
The art of moon-spinning
is practiced on front porches.
People make do with
transitory Amazon wants.
Most get caught by the faceless winds,
those rattling sighs that spread
the dry seeds
of unwanted crops.
In an American primitive painting:
she fetches a pail from a well,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles,
wind turbines churn in the distance.
Corn fields are bundled together.
Drones hum like doves in the evening.
The art of moon-spinning
is practiced on front porches.
People make do with
transitory Amazon wants.
Most get caught by the faceless winds,
those rattling sighs that spread
the dry seeds
of dying crops.
My Tortoise started barking
so I took it for a walk,
I put him on a little leash
which made the neighbours talk,
I threw a tiny stick for him
in the local park,
but by the time he brought it back,
it was getting pretty dark,
I taught him how to sit and beg,
give me his front paw,
he goes and fetches all the mail
when it comes through the door,
all the things I've taught him,
are I think pretty swell,
he looks at me, shakes his head
and goes into his shell.