Short Mender Poems

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Time
The healer of broken hearts
The mender of broken dreams
That belong to someone else!


Cynthia...

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Time,
The healer of broken hearts!
The mender of broken dreams...
That belongs to someone else


Cynthia...

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Billy Joe was a caring bartender
who tried to be a broken-heart mender.
But stories of woe
put him in a hole.
Now he's gone on a two-week bender....

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Time is a predator
seeking to take away
our precious moments
never to be replayed.

Time is a mender
of much that is bad
smoothing over the sharp edges
making the past seem better....

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Be A Great News Sender

I do want to be a great news sender;
Of broken hearts and fences mender;
Create happiness,
With bliss and kiss,
And bring piece to  world an intender.


Jim Horn...

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Mender of hearts
 I love you and respect you 
what more could you really need?
 I'll care for you and save you
 from the current path you lead

 I'll mend and repair you
 my love is what i shall feed
 I'll hold you and cherish you
 Thus this poem is my creed
 To be true and love just you
 Because it's love we both need...

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There are services Ruth can’t render
Because clearly she is quite tender
And you have no right of A Bender …

I mean, Ruth may try a News Vendor
Or your car wash only its fender 
Or your shoes keep leaving with Mender
And in your kitchen with A Blender …

Never forget that Ruth is slender 
And of The Feminine Gender....

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I cannot think about it, 
What I feel right now
But I can tell you the story
After I take my bow

My heart is broken
The mender is not around
My ego is downtrodden
Can't get a place on the ground

It is well, it is well
That's my ringtone
It is well, it is well
Says the call from home
Nomakanjani, we'll be well to say
It is well everyday...

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Sacred queen a gift of rejoicing celebration…
   
Unwavering giving absent is hesitation…
   
Pure beauty kindness you display, 

sharing blessed kisses the angelic way…
   
Ascended from heaven, your spirit doth the heart leaven…
   
Merry Mothering Molds Mighty Mortals…
  
Adoration, thankfulness I give to thee my sister…
   
The life giver, The Heart Mender, The Love Creator …...

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lean back bend bones joints
snapped & smoked- i can
see the words i spoke in 
vibr
ating letters gyrating plaid
sweaters tangled by the neck,
i wasn't looking fast, so quick
-wreck, bleeding bricks- joked
the nervous tick, afraid of the 
bed he made. don't
miss the cause, burning bras,
passing laws- don't
fight the mender, seamstress of
sight, dirty defender- inhale,
hold, don't
let it go- 
so easy....

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Oh, mind mender,
Fix my broken mind.
Oh, mind mender,
Fix my spoken mind.
Oh, mind mender,
See my break, and fix.
See my split, and mend.
See my hurt, and walk away.
Oh, mind mender,
Read my broken mind. 
Know all my breaks
Before I fall.
Know all my fakes
Before I call.
Oh, mind mender, my mender,
Beat away my scars
Bandage up my past
All I ask is that you understand
But you won’t.
I promise you won’t....

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A cobbler from a distant land
  is a mender of torn and worn-out shoes
He prefers mending hopeless shoes
  than slightly-damaged boots
He will not charge you if your shoes cry out loud
  He will only speak soft words
That your heart can hear out loud

One cobbler who sings while mending
One's pair of shoes, weary and sad for tending
One cobbler who tells a story about caring
Caring for people, even without knowing...

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I see you in your midnight hour
I know your thoughts and fears
But if you would gently rest in me
I'll wipe away those tears
Come to me my arms are open
I long to show you love
Let me embrace and hold you
From my throne above
Lean on me and do not doubt
I see and know all things
I am your creator
Mender of your broken wings
So come to me and sore on high
And I will let you see
There is no other refuge
No other God but me...

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By Parizo Van Thulare

Like the thunderstorm in my mind  
It rolls ,seeking  a way out 
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun

Burning as the veld fire 
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog 
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed 
Round and round down my mouth 
It wants to speak for the broken 

The mender of souls 
The healer of hearts 
The remedy of doubts 
This is POETRY in making...

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A cobbler may balance his trade, the mending of soles
  With that of a mender of souls, exchanging roles
With a man of the cloth, making two Roman officials
  Wroth, in the opening scene of Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'

Yet when barefoot you walk, on cobblestone streets
  It's quite hard to focus on spiritual needs
So there is, indeed, a connection between a man of the cloth and a cobbler
  Perhaps more than between an elected official and a squabbler...

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