Short Laureate Poems

An apple bitten,
Exiled from the garden of love,
Innocently wise....

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Miss Sharpy
Life of the Party
Two lines only
Poetess Laureate

5/11/2019
9:30Pm...

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Poet Laureate John Betjeman
a versified-bio fan
In 'Summoned by Bell'
his lyrical story did tell...

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Poet Robert Bridges
originally a surgeon his obit says
This change worked out just great
he became Poet Laureate...

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Cecil Day Lewis a Poet Laureate
a teacher ere poesy he did create
A close peer of WHAuden
personal poety flowed from his pen...

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Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson
with tetrameter(ABBA) had much fun
Gifted with wordplay he was blest
'In Memorium' at his best...

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Today is similar to yesterday,
Quite possibly a preview of tomorrow,
Repetition of sameness,
Highlighting moments of miracle....

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Through doors and windows,
Further and further inward,
Pushing limits until inward becomes outward,
And miracles unfold into reality....

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The metaphorical rooster crows,
Rise and shine,
There is a hammer to be swung,
It is time to build the world I planned,
From the dreams I dreamt....

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Innocence blows in as the coldness of the wind,
Igniting an internal fire,
Washing away on the rays of sunlight,
To be consumed by evening moon glow....

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In the music of life there will be sound and rest,
In every day there will be work and rest,
The contrast is important,
Finding the balance is the test....

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megaphone bemoan
                                         ignoramus laureate 
                                      soapbox needs a wash






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I loved you the best I could,
Your scars were so deep and so old,
I could not see them and you could remember,
I love you,
This time love was not enough....

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Satisfies His household even much more
granting His children’s desires for sure
Jesus is the barret
beyond any laureate
His hands will cover those who stay inshore....

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At a right angle to all that is known,
Exists an unknown that remains,
glimpsed through the windows of dreams,
Remaining un-real until one dares to climb out the window....

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I collided with a door that should not be,
My disbelief in the door did not cease its existence,
Reality augments and causes pain in my face,
And the door remains locked....

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Crawling slowly into the notion,
Undeterred by obstacles before me,
Pressing onward with determined uncertainty,
Seeking guidance where none appears,
Pressing on shedding fears....

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The moment I met you I knew,
I would never fall in love again, 
When my spirit amplified,
my heart felt at home,
Love lifted me,
I must, from this point forward, always rise in love....

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The answers don’t seem to match the questions,
The lesson have not been fully learned,
The struggle continues, the progress is real,
Pressing on seems the course, 
And standing still remains an option....

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Of all the poets laureate
my favorite, Mark Strand
has given us a poem
singular in absolute--
an offering that seems
to be no thing at all

I cherish that
although thus bound 
I cannot tell you why
       ~...

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Reality has flipped upside down,
Fist pounding on glass for release,
What descends is not glitter nor snow,
Fractured fragments of reality,
Tomorrow will be created from these pieces,
Today will be lived amidst the debris....

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I have a chance
(if things pan out)
to climb the local ladder.
Assistant to a Laureate
in poetic matters. 

Wish me luck,
at least a fall that
leaves me writing better;
but if I fly,
cheer me on
earning all my letters....

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If words are thoughts made manifest, humanity then a poem long ago written
only the poet knowing the design
 Tragic or joyous, all things rest in his hands 
for once the word is constructed creation is realized ending fulfilled...

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I lassoed with my lariat
a laureate named Harriet;
I rope-a-doped a pope
and washed his mouth with soap.
The wheel broke on my chariot;
it was too big to carry it.
The poet and the pope got hitched;
I’ll be home soon, I hope....

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Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, world to world,
Bouncing from dimension to dimension,
Stranded in the space that is nowhere,
Unsure if this is wake or sleep,
Unsure which option is reality,
Rapid fire stillness,
The love child of sanity and insanity....

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