Short Geld Poems

With mordant comments
he tries to geld a standpat
in a feminists' meet
and turns a sook
at tea break

--R.K.Singh...

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Stay awake stay awake he repeated
And then the worst of the expletive 
For it was just a struggle to maintain
A semblance of order in his refrain

Say it over and over again
Until it became like a long lost friend
But you have to practice the call
If only to make it to the final footfall 

And then there were the stares
Without one ounce of heartfelt cares
So wander along within your world
When it comes to the final geld.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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My ship has not bubbled
beneath the eer' of my moat,
but battles come
I will be done,
and my queendom shall be sunk.

What will the others pronounce,
as they measure me gram for ounce,
and the people will fly me home
to misfortune bay?

Will my anchor last the living
till they sail the days?

I'll whisper you my pennies.
I'll carve out the trove,
but in it you'll not find the names.

Trust in empty spaces
and geld insanity,
it'd be without these tools
there we'd see....

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