Short Misspent Poems

of piles of money
dreamed I, gathering into
my bosom GOLD, lovingly... 
All misspent, all lost
that vast fortune, squandered on
this and that, HEAVEN'S rejects...

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Heaven is falling through the blackest gaps in the sky,
Tumbling through this ceiling we created
And lodging, like seeds in earth,
In mind half-mad from
Misspent Sundays....

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When heaven's been discarded
and our dreams are lost forever,
then we will wail o'er our 
misspent fortune-- our small
time in history, soon to be 
forgotten by twittering birds
and grossly fat narcissists....

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Jingle bells my sleigh ride’s broke 
Gaudy gifts for “ice cool” folk 
Diamond pay card season blind
Misspent flurry on mankind!

Date posted : 18 th December 2020

Contest : Christmas Chastushka Rules Revised

Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich...

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Brent’s Borrowing 
Written: by Miracle Man
5/15/2024

I once had a friend whose name was Brent,
whose paycheck was always quickly misspent.
He ‘s slow in returning,
and this is concerning.
He is never fully broke, but always badly bent.





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November breezes in, 
Obliterating the remnants of October
Vacuously announcing its intentions to 
Embrace the sky and all is over
Memories of warmer days misspent,
Believing we had more time to circumvent
Events that would follow, the November 
Rampant days of tomorrow...

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Can't reason to enlightenment,
If you try, it's time misspent.

Can't depend on certainty,
You'll find in doubt security.

Heart and mind are intertwined,
If you're looking, you won't find.

The Buddhist life is contradictions,
That will test your convictions.

So on the path you may know,
Just remember to "let it go"....

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She gave me  fig leaf a new era seemed about to dawn
                In the songs of rivulets, before the  fawn earth looked on
                       We trod on new grass, touch of  sleek descent
                With age-old ferments of  fears, years, tears misspent
              We moved on, "To be, or not to be: that was the question"....

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As christmas mounts decembers passing
we huddle in your absence.
Our eyes earthbound in aversion
of the stinging words etched upon the marble.
A solitary magpie skipping over the crystallised blades
highlights my purpose at your graveside.
Your first christmas misspent in the depths of the earths
are my thoughts as my eyes thaw the ground beneath....

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Wilson and Broadway at 4 a.m.

Chicago

Sunday evening. Drunk
and strolling home.

On the way an hour now,
block after block,

bar to bar.
Weekend’s gone,

Monday’s turning.
Along the way

his swollen fingers find
parking meter posts

are an endless xylophone.
Plunked, they play

the anthem
of a life misspent.


Donal Mahoney...

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Before There Was This
David J Walker

Where were we before
There was this

What have we to fear
But the abyss 
When our houses are fallow
And the echoes are 
Endlessly distant and we
Lament the defenses of 
A lifetime built
 
The nighttime wilts in
Its metaphor of death
At the surprise that faith in
The sunrise wasn’t misspent
 
Where were we before
There was this...

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Closing my eyes
welcoming the endless sleep

Tired and weary
entering the deepest deep

The shroud of warmth
a pleasure to the ghastly end

Caressing, coaxing me
as if a long, lost friend

The clouded watery tomb
softly enveloping me

Giving me pause
however brief it may be

The signs, the signs
visible and always present

The world being blind
to another young life, misspent....

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The fire and the fury
Misplaced expressions of truth
Punished by society
For my passion, for my youth

The torment coercing
The good in me breaking bad
Torn between right and wrong
Losing any sense, i ever had

Give me a crutch
Anyone will do
Escaping this adolescent prison
Seems the honourable thing to do

I don't care for your rules
I enjoy being misspent
See you on the other side
Of this Teenage Lament...

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Each night I see her beauty standing there,
My sweet angel of purity and light,
And thus, I know love and want her care,
My broken heart again must turn to night,
And leave behind the dreams of beauty fair.

I am the darkness, she is innocent,
She drinks the fine wine as I sup on blood,
Her human heart could only be misspent,
As I crush her like some flowering bud,
Thus, I suffice on the hint of her scent.




Form: Sicilian Quintains...

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Wandering into calamity's fray
Between backbreaking battles to suffer through
Towards the dreams we gather for our resilience
Recoiling our ambition to fit the balance
In wakes of meaning and consequence 
Deed and dire misspent intentions
We carry our weight of wanting
Like the waves that rise with the force of fate
Curling with resistance in reaching the shore
To crash in the destination of what is meant to be
And always shall be destiny's door...

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. for public domain

I know her through the cheap hellos,
shared taxi cabs, subways below,
strolling in the fresh fruit aisle,
shared bench for lunch, a sidewalk smile,

but not like I knew my sisters,
their blistered toes, and bathroom woes,
heartaches from a stolen kiss,
and sorrows from our dead parents.

We old neighbors have been pleasant,
civil, helpful, ever present,
with eyes where joy is often absent,
lives and love somehow misspent....

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As one sits still through the time lit haze
staring in silence mainly at misspent days;
prodding the phase that brings on malaise.
Return to times of dances and plays,
dizzying daze, then pining for praise!

Regrets and the thoughts it soon shall raise;
what was missed by one's wandering ways
or the idle mind on which doubt preys?
Though memory strays, hurt sadly stays;
this lonely life, so there it just lays.




10 Lines  73 Words  Monorhyme...

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I’ve been so wrong so many times
and for my multifarious crimes
as the kind of man who makes 
the dumbest of all dumb mistakes 
as if for lolly,
have grown accustomed to the folly
of my ways 
and misspent days.
To fall in love, not once or twice
or even thrice, 
but hopefully not more than four
times, means the only thing I’m sure 
of's that the falling in’s
the very sweetest of life’s sins.
And just as well,
‘cos the breaking ups are bloody hell....

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time is not idle
     no waste to its preciousness
     lest
     dreams are ever lost


     hours lost to sorrow
     are not retrieved from kindness
     but
     from memories held


     love, not known by some
     until lost, gone forever 
     know
     tears are silent words


     kindness will not be
     a sign of glaring weakness
     for 
     strength bows to meekness


     Mystics Split Haikus Contest By Mystic Rose 03/26/2016...

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Last thoughts of anyone we cannot know
unless they voice those thoughts, which would be nice -
to hear their love expressed as they let go . . . 
Unfortunate are those who pay a price
for years misspent! Regret they surely feel
to see no loved ones gathered round their bed.
Imagine letting go - heart filled with zeal
because it was a decent life you led!
I think last thoughts can be of joy and grace,
for some pass on with a smile on their face!

April 29, 2021...

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Shots fired in a peaceful town,
Another bloody morning.
At the hands of misspent youth,
No one heeded the warning.

A crimson corpse in the wake,
Under shadows of dismay.
The victim of the shooter...
An innocent child at play.

Tear stained eyes will welcome,
A new Angel in Heaven.
Taken from both parent's arms,
Dead at the age of seven.

How much more can we endure,
Of the murders by our sons?
How many more bullets spent,
For the cost of freedom's guns?...

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