Short Insured Poems

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Secret- All Stolen

Secret- all stolen,
And life itself
Is in question.

So far
Life is not insured.

Loss of truth
Endanger all,
True,
No one is tall.


Biodiversity

Biodiversity

Wisdom insured life
Man wreaked havoc on nature.
Spitting in God’s face.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form:  Haiku
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Half a Hole

In all my time as a crane operator Never dug half a hole, my mind has vacated Coz every shovel full A new hole is insured Got an appointment with my psych, hate waiting
Form: Limerick

Plain Why

Plain English or plain mortgage
The people paid money
Their money should be insured
Or the bank is always who getting
The cow and
The milk
Why they run without charges
 Always with their haul

Premium Member Which Was Your War

Which Was Your War?
 
It is a very sad state of affairs for sure
when one can ask another, "Which was your war?"
Every generation it appears is very much insured
to experience in their lifetime the acts of war.
Will the future ever be when war is no more?
war
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Death By Dynamite

Here lie the few remains of John M. Kyte He lit a cigarette with a stick of dynamite [His body was blown to smithereens] Parts of him were scattered over the county For which retrieval insured a hefty bounty.
Written November 29, 2022
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member IN AND OF TRUE DESTINY

IN AND OF TRUE DESTINY  

Galvanized in faith, 
Let us navigate onward:
Destiny waiting:-
True justice, let’s keep seeking:
Its arrival, God insured:-

Injustice trumped out,
We shall reflect equity:
True justice shining:-
Resowing democracy,
Greatness shall be rereaped:-
Form: Tanka

Life's Curves

Life's pitching me curves I don't deserve
It's getting on my nerves
I continue to look at the menu it serves
stuff I'm allergic to
I heard a tune on a boom box
that insured you rock
It says your lives amazin 
Life's what you make it
Well I don't take this to be true
because I didn't make it to be blue
© Cam Mac  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Pitfalls of Insurance

If you make a claim
they freely raise the annual fees
and then they confound the issue
with talk of  a depressed market
and  rampant  inflation
I wanted to change horses
but realised the claim we had made
would make our insured sum more expensive
I felt their snide behaviour
There was an elephant in the room

Premium Member Divine Flight

Holy Ghost* lights divine flights while forgiven soul, joins heaven as sublime goal grace-secured, faith-assured, godly love-insured freed through Christ's sacrifice indeed.
*Jude 1:20 But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost. October 15, 2023

Premium Member To Be Insured

People say
Life is to be insured by
Insurance
Education and qualifications
Money and treasures
Medicine
We man finally find out that
Nothing can be totally insured
So during our life spans
Why not multiply our happiness
By sharing with others
Who are less fortunate
Why not upgrade our reputation
By doing good and avoid evil

Accompany

My settlement, then is to Thee
my soul, a victor ~ a victory.
In him, truth spoken seems to free
a way, a hope, a place to be.

In him, a faith, some harmony
a grace, a waiting, a reprieve.
A trace of heart, not bigotry
that tries my mind, condensed esprit!

Oh Father, time's insured believe
is prayer, rhyme's faith ~ accompany!
Form: Rhyme

Life's Forte

I am not insured

Nor am I assured

Still to love you

I am very sure.



Oh! my love

However, are you

For me it is

Only to love you.



You are the beauty

You are so pretty

For you my love

Loving you is a treaty.



Maybe this way

Or in simple play

To love you always

Is my life's forte.

Rohan Dhabade

Premium Member Next Week In Calais

I don’t know a tweet from a twitter
  Instagram and Tik-Tok? I was a quitter
I receive lots of texts, but do not send any
  My hands get clammy from spending a penny…

Huh? Wudja say? – Yeah, I’m doing OK.
  Went to Oahu last month; next week to Calais
My life’s insured for ten million; my wife can’t complain
  She purchases bitcoin; I invest in blockchain
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Insurance

Nothing can be insured totally
Neither life, accident, disaster, 
sickness nor epidermic
Surely 
You pay and lose to receive
It is only a sort of compensation
A sort of condolence gift
Sadly to say
No one can insure Omicron
As no one can insure fate
Anyway
Recite a prayer
Do distancing, wearing mask, 
washing hands and  vaccination
For a narrow escape

With Blue Skys

Inside I find to see what we find is about life that we believe to be blue skys We see Things .. . We find Everything Lakes of great beds situate to find Blue skys that see through us Together We find blue skys that find us locked within strangers Bonded and insured as one we license life Together We Find Blue Sky’s
3-30-22
Form: Epic

The Foggy Future

I do not know what lies ahead
The path is cloaked in mystery
A thick fog clouds my weary head
The future spells uncertainty

I craned my neck to get a glimpse
A glimpse of the foggy future
In agony, I sighed and winced
Some things in life can't be insured

I do not know what lies ahead
But God knows every mystery
On Christ, I rest my weary head
To Him, there's no uncertainty
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Not From Santa

Kids the world over ceased believing in Santa Claus 
Worshipping Amazon they put Big Red on pause 
Stirred by the blue truck instead
Toys—never coal never lead
Deliveries insured, reindeer lack a cause

Dusted with magic the good children await
Like Twitter it’s the end of Amazon‘s fate
Gifts stolen, or lost, kids are sad
Thinking twice about being bad
Laughing all the way, Big Red can’t stay irate
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Insured From What

What is it with insurance today?
Why is it such an endeavor? 
It used to be that when you pay
You were covered for whatever

Now they nit pick it all to death
They try to say parts aren't covered
I deal with ailments we all have
Not something that's undiscovered

Insurance insures my peace of mind
That's what it is supposed to be
Sometimes it seems I'm just insured
Of trouble down the road for me!
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

King of Kings

King of kings

My king is not from the jungle, he's not the liege of a bordered land
He was born in a place called Bethlehem, has all power in his hands
I was born in a world of pain and sin, but my lord had plans for me
Way before his law was etched in stone, before his will cast apart the sea  
My soul is safe in his lasting care this without a doubt I know
Twas insured high upon the cross two thousand years ago.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member night owls gift

owl guarded the owl pellet house nightly
bats tried to get him to move
but he was a serious guardian

the inhabitants were from another world
helpless to defend themselves in this realm
he insured their safety

the aliens owed him a mountain of debt
before they left, they granted owl a power
he chose invisibility, thus becoming a most dangerous predator
his gift was well earned and appreciated
night owl loved his gift

Premium Member Shake Your Shoes Out

Make sure you shake your shoes out before putting them on.
I once got bitten by something (I suspected a spider)
on the long toe of my left foot.
It swelled, itched, and throbbed on and off for three weeks.
I wasn't insured at the time
So, I self-remedied-mainly with ice, aspirin, and cheap spirits.

I'm insured now but rarely meet my deductible.
Always shake life out before you put it on.
Poison is the love of shadows and the unemployed.

Would I Trade the Words

Would I trade the words…
  would I trade for a song

Would I trade the words…
  for a life ever long

Would I trade the words…
 for a pulpit on high

Would I trade the words…
  for the moon and the sky

Would I trade the words…
  for immortality insured

Would I trade the words…
  for your love still unheard

Would I trade the words…
  for all fortune and fame

Would I trade the words,
—would my soul then remain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Form: Ballad

Travelogue

Was it my fault
you lost your diamond earrings?
You said so.

A dozen hotel mornings,
packing again,
trying to meet itinerary deadlines
tightly coiled, breathless
hungover.

I might have scooped them
into a hotel room trash bin
in Rome, Geneva, Paris, or London;
you drop them anywhere,
or you may have left them
in one of a dozen vacated bathrooms.

Not that I am accusing you.
Try to relax, we are fully insured
for unforeseen eventualities
including divorce.

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