Short Missives Poems

It's time
To bring back 
The days
Weeks
Months 
We spent locked in combat 

It's time 
To wade through  
The bones
Lungs
Hearts
That still yearn for you 

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Poet
Wordsmith master
Intense concentration
Playful muse untethered release
Study missives, marveling at their worth
The erasing, chasing, pacing
Challenging word play self
An Inspired
Poet...

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Inside the Keepers pantry
Jesus can stare at any mirror
Our lives have changed
likens the chaff of wheat 
The Lord is neigh
as truth wrestles amongst the shimmering trees
and we are guided by our missives
The green patterns of holly
roots our dreams...

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Pictures posed in finest clothes
smiling eyes that tantalize
Words so warm, so sure to charm
yet acrid thoughts are all she's got
Never paired,  her hatred's shared
through missives penned to many men
Stay in your hole, please, bitter troll
or heal your heart, before you start...

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Take something with you
You ll get hungry on the way
hurry to your destination
taking in your daily pride
there's missives to write
like exalted letters

take these promises
rinse the truth
like a plummeting bird

the painter paints his vista
and sees you by the world






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birth out in the mist
bright things then have birth
between the beauty and decay
molten lead adjourned

the faithfulness of a century
lies bedridden
the missives continueth

Doom stirs the mosaics of dearth
please do not disturb
the cadence of tomorrow's plan
The butterflies hoover...

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Keep quiet, be nice.
            Do not love, be cold as ice.
            Alas, spineless mice!

            Just one life to live.
            Light poems that drip like old sieves?
            Meaningless missives!

            

                       3/3/2021
                         ~2~...

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Twinkle Snowman loved the evening star
Feeling it came from somewhere afar
Glittery diamond paved way for dreams
Floating in tandem with starlit beams

Heaven is close Twinkle told his friend
Magical missives from December end
Showed him mystical power from this star
Comes every Christmas to raise the bar...

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The magic qualities of the moon 
oozed in my sleeping berth, enlightening me gently.
Sage ideas danced and played, 
swirling around poetic missives, forgotten by morning.
These are not your best, a woman’s voice whispered, 
giving me a fair delicate warning. 
Prepared by soulful ancestral pull of the 
mystical, magical moon ladies of the stars evidently....

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Little earthen quakes
Rumblings of the soul

Missives made of letters
Placed in ordered rows

Tales of ancient ruins
Never told before –

Little earthen quakes
Restless on the page

Telling little tales
Giving it away –

Aftershock upheavals
Pain, that trembles, grows

For the pen that wrote them 
Little did it know

Little earthen tremors
Never letting go –...

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To start with a word -- an object, person, notion, or motion,
something intimate, personal... to develop it, digging deep,
to then expand it, connecting its dots to the far reaches of
the universe... Ah, Poetry! few feelings more rewarding...


     specks in the cosmos
     poets launch brilliant missives
       -- to eternity




               June 23, 2020
  Rhymes and Reasons Poetry Contest
           Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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My time not yet,
This denial still denied,
These choices from aught,
In darkness still cried,

Who knows depths unreached,
Passive anger evolving faster,
Trials failed vitality leached,
Missives quoted dialing disaster,

Only misfortune I've kissed,
None other would dare,
Chance all others missed,
Finding any who care,

Before I greet farewell,
Innocence soul cannot understand,
Maybe one tale tell,
Improbable yet unhealed hand....

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I decided that poetry was no longer my thing
Ideas were not coming, falling off my back, sliding onto my desk.
I shut down my computer and stopped thinking of words.
My list-making ceased. I was done. It was over. Kaput.
This lasted about three days, but then bam.
The muses were back in full force, and I began filling up notebooks.
I had to have a place to put these missives.
What better place than Poetry Soup?
So forty-nine hours later, I was back....

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