Short Meted Poems

Honey, I miss you
Worry not my appetites
Sue at beck and call.
My needs are fast and few
Be well meted out by Sue...

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Anne Boleyn Condemned 
  Declared England's Floozy 
Grotesque Henry Imposed Justice
King's Law Meted
Nobles Obediently Praised
  Queen's Reasonless Subjugation
Testosterone Unequivocally Vindictive           
Widespread Xenophobia
Yielding Zeitgeist

11/13/2021...

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I see you little flower
Bright and quick 
Spiralling in your own
Desiccated gown
Of earth and dust
Sadness grows 
In the crack of broken
Concrete
Calling to 
My pedestrian
Tendencies 
Careful
Once 
Meted out 
I will 
Trample around your 
Petaled face
As I lumber through 
The 
The streets
In the 
Cold light of morning...

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Living Right
Written: by Tom Wright
6-30-2016

If clothed in righteousness by his blood,
divine wrath, we will never have to face. 
Though trials come upon us like a flood,
They’re preparing us for a better place?

If following Christ we need never fear, 
our judgment meted on that final day.
But “I know you not” many will hear,
for rejecting Christ and failure to pray.
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I salt the soil of my mind
spew forth a regurgitated mash
of syllables and vowels
meted out in a rhythm
only a lunatic could dance to
Buy me a package of 
instant identity- a dash of Plath,
some Tagore for good measure
that I would no longer be distracted by
the sound of my own pen tapping
on an empty page
Deceitful brain!
How you've betrayed me
Your promise is dry ink
and screeds of nothing...

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A single entity
Supporting
A Flawless network.
A Labyrinth of tubes
On a shattered
foundation.
A lifetime of
battling
Invisible demons.
The truth stares
back.
Conversations with
the mirror.
Vengeance meted
against allies.
Surrender to life.
Searching for
something to die for
The absence of which
Makes us unworthy.
The part of you
That keeps you
alive,
Is the part that
Makes you live.....

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Yellow Shoes
8/8/12
By: Sami LaRose
Yellow shoes
Mellow shoes
All along, the summers day
Where the grass is green, and the sky’s crystal blue
I sit their thinking memories of me and you.
The world turns to black and gray, and then everything is suddenly in a haze
I step away from the shadows, blacks, and grays,
And I was meted and greeted by the sunrays
The blacks all melted away, and turned to blues, and all of the grays
Turned into little yellow shoes...

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Life/Death
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10.2016

Life, I liken, 
To an endless stream of days;
All neatly sequenced,
 Like a series of one act plays.
At God’s final curtain call,
 Terminal bows are taken.
Remaining are scores of extras, 
Abruptly shaken;

Beyond this final sunset, 
A secured door is found.
Judgment at once is meted,
Mercy will no longer abound.
Each person bears a key, 
But few will fit the lock.
Eternity has now begun, 
With no more clock.
...

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Life/Death
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10.2016

Life, I liken, 
To an endless stream of days;
All neatly sequenced,
 Like a series of one act plays.
At God’s final curtain call,
 Terminal bows are taken.
Remaining are scores of extras, 
Abruptly shaken;

Beyond this final sunset, 
A secured door is found.
Judgment at once is meted,
Mercy will no longer abound.
Each person bears a key, 
But few will fit the lock.
Eternity has now begun, 
With no more clock.
...

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