Short Graven Poems

Love is madness,
You're my madness,
Time to time,
Stuck like lime,
For love's heaven,
You're my graven;
liebe dich....

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Grand basilicas
built to papal false idols
of graven image -
to apostate relics from
pagan Rome and Babylon!...

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 choka 

amid the grasses
a white beauty blossoms wild
each tiny petal
bestows great honor
along the graven tombstones
volunteer, unsown...

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I clothe my days
With her bliss.
I choke my nights
With her southern gaze.

Deep in my heart
Where passion is graven
And desire sees,

Into the life of things,
I let her memory prey....

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Imagine, if the trees could bleed and the flowers cry out in pain,
Man wouldn’t worship graven images nor aspire for heaven in vain?


~Contest: Couplet
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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nature’s gallery 
	rough-hewn graven images ~
		sculpted windowpane

Inspired by but not entered in* the Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin

*I was just too dang slow in deciding which one to enter! LOL...

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Praise not icons
But follow the unseen
God's larger than a portrait
That of faith and blood is what washes you clean 
So be strong and wise 
And do not make a graven image of thee
Repent and be earnest
Because great rewards await thee...

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Brother Mine

The pain so graven
Man betraying man
Emotions fly to intercept
And save a failing heart
Not important, not essential
Try; try to push the knowing down
            to places not visited.
To forgive? To overlook, to salvage..
Essential for survival.
But not forgotten....

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Let's turn odd to even
By binding count of seven 
Hold the soul of eleven 
Let's make it heaven 

Let's embrace the blaze of oven
The glaze in the manner of solemn
Go go- getter from the craven
Let's make it heaven

Let's make the mash proven
Continue as radiantly woven
Etch the amour, was graven 
Let's make it heaven...
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the ravens rest upon the graven cross,
                for it is time to guard death with their wings-
they prey on souls who endure love and loss,
                as a demon weeps and an angel sings;
barren branches wither to ash and bone…
                               one ebon raven longs to perch alone




I chose #2 (black ravens on a cross in a graveyard)

Make IT Six Poetry Contest
Joseph May
October 1, 2019...

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Beware of the crook and his wise
guy’d spooks and their graven look-see.

Whoopsie, of the bed, that you lie in now,
like a crying shame,

bereft of a semblance of size.
     Of the thief in the night —

he does shuck all your pride.
     It’s a hell of a ride.

Make it simple my friend:
believe in the Word of the living God

and let embers fall.
     Rise up on your knees,

release all your sins
Believe! It’s a win!

7/31/2021...

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A wind, sharp and cold
Leaves the trees shaven,
Of such colors bold
Yet, in my mind are graven

Come November days
Less sunlight remains, 
Where it stayed and plays
Filtering, as it drains

Through amber waves
Leaving my heart warm,
In my memory saves
Before the first snowstorm 

Be it white by morning 
No more gold and red,
Be it winter's warning 
That autumn is almost dead

Come November nights 
Stiffened by the chill,
The dappled sunlights 
Cling to my soul still.

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