Short Lay Claim Poems

Deep down, us human guys are all the same
Though some would disagree, life's a big game
Leaders of countries
People with fat tummies
Even those with bad skin can lay claim to fame...

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As much as things differ, things stay the same
Same sun waking up each morning, same rules to the game
But each brand new day
Brings joy to the frey
One joyous place, this world we lay claim...

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No clock can lay claim
  to the moment untimed

Though hands finely set
  still a mystery divine

Each tick plays a cadence
  to what is now past

But what of the future
  its measure uncast

We plot and record it
  hours, minutes, they chime

As all fantasy escapes
  —this delusion of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)...

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COPLA CUATRO: This Bad Guy World

Bad guys gang up with God on lips
But place Their country above Their god:
God Bless Patrie

Their god other gods still outstrips
And for Their god they will kill God
Not above country

For good measure they kill own kind
They dispute nature of Their god:
Men take His place

They each lay claim to God’s own mind
And if by chance to Earth came God
Him they’d replace

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013...

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Writing cheques beyond notes with distant memories of coins
Was to be your place until you couldn't gird your loins
For as soon as you are within the reach of the heights you aim
The darkness closes in on you to lay claim

Gold and silver only trail a good name
Made out of refined character and a worked gift
Let reputation precede and define your fame
Survive the sift, wade the drift and honour the lift

K. Muitherero....

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Goodbye to the me
you thought I should be

My life is my own
not yours out on loan

I'm not what you sought
I cannot be bought

No guilt can lay claim
nor pressure nor shame

To bring me in line
with your selfish design

Start looking elsewhere
for somewhere out there

Is one whom you seek
so fragile and weak

I'm taking myself
from off of your shelf

Hello to the me
who's finally free



© Mike Wise
3/7/15...

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let free a poets heart and lay claim to the prize within. find joy in words crafted 
with thoughts of you in mind.such passion as to stir your womanly desire to 
needs unmet and yet satisfied in ways to be discovered. to touch you with no 
hand but purest want of mind and such base hunger. to know you in ways as yet 
only dreamed of. are these not things which your heart longs for?is there not 
freedom in my words to find love? am i not your poet?...

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Nobody knew me,
  and that was my choice

The distance I kept
  protecting my voice

Though others had promised,
  their words fell in vain

My spirit untarnished
   whose breath I lay claim

My heart often suffered
  the pain I’d been caused

But a force pulled me inward,
  all hurt left on pause

This pathway my own,
  its direction so clear

Where alone I must travel
  —new voices to hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)...

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You all should know my aim:
To hit the lasting fame.
I wasn’t made a lame, 
Not, at present, Old Dame,
And great prizes could claim…

Men who to Peaks lay claim
Forget not strength would wane:
The once fleshy turns “Cane”
Exciting bubbles ‘Pain’,
Much labour “Little Gain”
The Sane “A bit insane”:
Soon, Towing Van with Crane…

Not washed away by Rain
Here, there or in Bahrain.
The whole shame, the whole Stain…

Don’t join The Delay Train....

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Sharing a Name With a Celebrity

By Elton Camp

Sometimes it can be sort of fun
To share a name with Elton John

He can lay claim to it if he durst,
But by many years, I had it first

My knowing of him did begin
With his “Candle in the Wind”

For him, “Elton” is a stage name
As to me, my father’s to blame

While I think that it wasn’t wise,
A weird name was right in his eyes

John has titles and awards in his life
But compared to his, I prefer my wife...

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Stand while stretching out a hand,
Turning all directions,
Where the skyline meets the land,
It burns to make connection… 
It’s where thoughts cannot escape,
But still remain intuit,
So they sit and there they wait, 
Until you come pursue it… 
What may seem as just a plan,
Or dream that you in vision,
Can be born if you command,
Releasing you from prison… 
So that you cannot be bound,
By bonds that may contain you, 
Setting free so it is found, 
For others to lay claim to…...

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COPLA 78 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

Recruit killers from the cradle
“Touches pas à mon Dieu! S’il te plaît!”
Crazed Pavlov mice

Curious holy books lie idle
Bits and pieces froth in mouths lay:
Rest lice in rice

Even if faiths feed best within ethnies
Holy writs and laws best divide them:
Make each Other

Some faiths lay claim to affinities
Yet each other slaughter and condemn:
Curse their mother

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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Engulfed by the waves of despair 
drowning in the memories of what they once shared
fearful of feelings that came to lay claim 
words uttered in anger of who is to blame

Like a rabbit caught in a snare
empty souls lay there 
trembling waters ripple at the suns caress
like a scorned woman who's soul is laid bare 
the silent breeze against her skin 
where echoes lie dormant of what could have been.

fold away memories clear your mind 
gone is the past leave it behind....

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Patch of Earth under a Thatch of Sky

 

Each man must have a corner  

A patch of earth 

 

To call his own  

Under a thatch of sky. 

 

As the Homeless  

Have their the memories of one, 

 

Crawling back through 

A ball broke window of the mind. 

 

And even a leaper 

Must have his ledge, 

 

A bit of rock face

To jump from. 

 

As sure as the dead, 

Lay claim, 

 

To the plots for graves 

That, in the end, receive them....

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Beloved, I’m just the messenger
Lovely, this message only for thee
After conversing with the trees
Considered heeding of your pleas
Know this proffer is not temporary
But lay claim for eternity
Under the trees green canopies
Teeming with magical mystery
Tethered to the strong tree roots
Eternally engulfed in the forest and among the green
Roaming between the branches
Floating through the tall grasses
Laying along the riverbank shores
Yearning for the bustling city no more...

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Which hole can I fit into today
to partake in celebrating gain.
Who must I be-to belong to that party,
the end goal is to succeed,
the path to-seems hazy.
Craving achievement is playing with
my self esteem;
am I worth anything with none
to lay claim to?
Bring forth inner peace and dream,
dream of the day when your instincts
relay that you are not your success,
rather your efforts.
catapult your self worth with your effort
high into the sky.
take a deep breath-let God do the rest....

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