Short Fritter Poems
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White fairy flowers
of sweet romantic fragrance
lasts all night,come morn
lose colour fragrance and shape
fritter as forlorn damsels
why do i want something to say?
i have enough other thoughts
to fritter away.
does not this day deserve
the moment of peace
i've caught?
somewhere beneath the breeze
it reserves my bloody end
for me,
one hopeful hint
before the red tint
is all i see.
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we fritter it away
we play with time
as if it were a toy
when deep inside
we really
do know better
each passing day
a forlorn longing
for what could have been
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Clove of garlic for the heart
Green tea for diabetes
Carrots for the eyes
Milk for healthy teeth and bones
Coffee for alertness
Prune juice for regularity
Spaghetti for energy
Oatmeal for fullness
Green beans for vitamin 12
Red meat for anemia
Apple fritter for my sweet tooth
Mud cookies
Swallowed,
Under
Punishing sun.
Cramp
Dampness
Termination,
New day has begun.
Perplexed
Deprived hunger,
I fritter away
Enclose fun.
Unbalanced
Ying
Yang
The Devil has won.
A guy to his girlfriend on phone-
"I love you,you do too,
But now I also love someone else.
She doesn't fritter my money,shout,cry like you,
She's dark,beautiful,an enchantress.
She invigorated my spirits,mesmerized me,
I didn't even realize when the sun sunk.
We'll postpone our date of tonight,I can't drive now,
'Cause baby,I'm drunk!"
What is this strange sensation?
I can't focus on the day.
My mind is in a tailspin,
And I fritter the hours away.
Breathlessly, I gasp for air.
My fingers and toes are numb.
Temptation chills my bones.
What more will I succumb?
Balanced on a razor's edge,
I teeter on the cusp of doom.
No mercy for my ravaged heart,
Each time you walk into the room.
It seems that I write and I write and I write
and somehow that's not really alright
to fritter away these precious moments
Just when did I assume I'd the right...
I sense that it's become a stale habit
a morbid ritual, fatalistic, hoary rite
Deep in my soul, I know something's not right
that I write and I write and I write...
May 23, 2019
I had to be much bitter,
Sure of the two The Fitter...
Away hours he'd fritter
On some spot steady sitter,
Never chats ends with Rita,
Engulfed in things that glitter
Fears of what in me bitter
I could betray as a hitter,
Peter dropping like litter
And never picking him up
An "I shan't - have - again pup"
So, its a lucky Peter,
For whom things have been neater.
Don’t waste your life with regretful tears.
“It’s not the years in your life,
It’s the life in your years”
Abraham Lincoln spoke these words,
Some of the wisest I’ve ever heard.
By these wise words I work or I play.
This day is as precious as one to come
And the longest has but a very brief stay.
Each is a part of the total sum
And much too important to fritter away.
There great treasure lies,
but with it your very soul...
to fritter away!
Look into the eyes,
of all the people you've loved...
there you'll find your life!
Miracles exist,
when great love refuses to...
acknowledge the end!
All those things you love,
one day you will lose them all...
to see what matters!
You know where to go,
and who will be there waiting...
for their wayward son!
Falling leaves of the ash tree
Burned to the ground
Behind you see
The embers found
Wind flows without directional need
Branches fallen lain to fritter
Spreading remains of the withered seed
Yore the scorch the earth un wither
Sprouting stem from far you flew
Careen a trail of destination
Giving birth to hope anew
Tree’s first breath of transpiration
Coppice recapitulate
Life perpetuate
Haste me not to your arms but to your Heart
for I already belong in your arms
but as for your heart
I am lost, lost to another
who dwells in that sacred part
woe is to me who loves you with all my soul
only to have you fritter it away on another
another who could never love you as I do
set me free you scoundrel you
I’d rather live a life of solitaire
alone happy and free
than dwell with you in a life of misery
Form:
Being a non meat eater
I'll never eat a spam fritter again,
So why is the special offer on the counter so inviting?
Am I back at school again?
Queuing up for dinner
And hoping for something nice.
No menus then,
Probably just as well,
And the fritters are there
With baked beans and chips,
Treacle tart and custard for afters.
So I'm in the queue
Feeling dippy in the chippy,
Longing for something
I can't really have.
Veggie Spam anyone?
Didn't think so.
A catalogue came in the mail
Of places I could visit,
Descriptions of the journeys
Both exotic and exquisite.
The trips were educational,
For travel and for learning,
With some possible connections
To new friends upon returning.
The itineraries beckoned –
Every country you’d consider
If you had the savings ready
And the time that you could fritter.
So I thumbed through all the pages
Of the places for exploring,
But for now, my home has more appeal
Than anyplace for touring.