Short Moreover Poems
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yesterday laughed
my bones creaked so
my age creeping
I was shocked; when did this happen?
moreover, who is this old one?
my age creeping
T M
Turning toward that tense teenage time, trying to take technology to the top - moreover, made much more moving my money-mad markets
Twizzle Martin
Have traveled the world over
Without spending a dollar and moreover
From my comfortable lair
And my big easy chair
Marvelling at the sights with my laptop's enabler
I'm just one poem among a hundred billion,
to be followed, no doubt, by another hundred zillion.
But what sets me apart -
is that I do burp -
I do fart -
and, moreover - I take it all to heart.
God's body's eyes
Do not shed tears!
If we could make Him
Burst into tears
Just once:
His holy tears would extinguish
The fire of hell
And
Turn hell into heaven
Moreover
It would make earth
A place of mirth!
A distraught driver drove to Dover
Running roughshod in his Rover,
Crushing cultivated clover,
Mangling marigolds, moreover,
Pancaking progeny of plover.
Liquor-laden lies to lover;
Outcome: outed, ousted, over.
Here lies Eleanor McKenzie Wedgewood
Passed as an elderly genteel virgin should
Never meeting her desired mate,
A sadly regrettable fate
It's said, moreover, she did the best she could.
Written June 12, 2022
With God’s great love* are good works
Great service of willing heart
Obedience: great attitude
Faithful* stewardship.
*1Corinthians 4:2 Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful.
July 22, 2019
Come sleep with me tonight
It’s much too late to leave
All the taxis have gone home
The horses died so long ago
Moreover the blanket was made for two
And this pillow knows your name
Besides I love the way
Your perfect breasts look at breakfast
Life is over. I've lost the golden clover...
S'over, s'all over, when I'm here in Dover...
Sunk the ship, an' airplanes flown over...
S'pose I done it to m'self, and moreover...
I'm simply a-wastin' 'way here....
Cut the chords 'fore I am abhorred....
Alluring
Bouquet
Carnations
Delivered.
Envelope
Florist
Gorgeous,
Honoring
Inks
Journey
Keeping
Love
Moreover
Needing
Ours.
Purposely
Quickening
Revealed
Safety
Transforming
Unselfish
Value
Wreathing;
X-raying;
Yearning;
Zen!
Innocence not entirely
From off the world's face
Is to fade away.
Nor that, its sweetest light gives
With each setting day.
As that which scares off evil
Not that we'd expect
'Twould be allowed to!
Moreover, whilst reflecting
God, our source smiles through!
I woke a blessing today
To see the dawn amid my blinds
To smell the winters’ frost and chill
Preparing lives to hibernate
I embrace the sun melting frost,
Moreover, smile at the dusk cool breezes
However, upon my bed tonight
My thoughts rewind throughout the night
That gaze, once turned
Smiles upon me forever.
Those eyes, once burned
As stars never go out.
This earth one keeps
Sunblest for day, though set
Yet in song; in perfume yet.
This earth, moreover
Clear for night, against Time's will
Still pain-assuaged. Tranquil still.
Abide
The appearances
in our hours
thoughts
perceptions
beg our attention
resist departing..
Moreover
one appearance released
replaces another
with the gap between
growing short..
and shorter..
Yet in the gaps
lurks the only happiness
we can know..
Abide...
It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout as pilgrims every year
Likes to Dali herself up whilst reading,
assumes abstract designs will enhance
the benignly inartistic life story she's writ,
can scarcely sit through her own tediously
scripted fecklessly poetical verses moreover
embittered embellishments 'tween the blank
spaces of her once upon a failed phantasma
lost faces
lose your own
show me face
show me nothing
at
all
cripple ing me
two much more
moreover than under
whoms director of whom
this madness has no doubt
circles in confusion grow square
fences built by teardrops swallows
learn'ed to follow
hollowing aces
bury ing
lost
faces
?
Around beguiling courtyard
dwell elegant flowers
growing hither
in joyous kindred loveliness
moreover newly opened peonies
quietly ripple softly to ubiquitous
veritable winds xenial, yet zen.
11/7/2021
The road
It is a long highway
Trees on both sides.
I walk
No cars or busses my way
The road seems never-ending
Will I find
My approach to the little cottage
Also, happiness.
A vista opens
A warm summer day
With my tribe
We understood the unsaid.
They look at me
From a hazy distance
Moreover, ask
What took you so long?
Listen to poem:
Just belay, will you,
hook-up and just stay.
Grab a mooring,
until the break of day.
Or ride at anchor on line,
rode to sea's bedstead,
instead.
Just belay, and moreover just stay,
steadfast and sheltered, right here secure,
with no if and buts
for up-anchor, quick-and-away lifts,
to aweigh, your belay stay
with me today.
The road
It is a long highway
Trees on both sides.
I walk
No cars or busses my way
The road seems never-ending
Will I find
My approach to the little cottage
Also, happiness.
A vista opens
A warm summer day
With my tribe
We understood the unsaid.
They look at me
From a hazy distance
Moreover, ask
What took you so long.
To have maintained a faith in a creator is not just to know he is beyond the many new stars just past this night's sky. Moreover, when mitigated as newborn points of light to most, but when examined by the few, therein each to view as the many joyful tears soon to also exclaim exaltation to, "He who Causes to Become" - Jehovah our God!
David; luck stung.
However before now becomes how everyone placed it David.
Yourself includes it's grand notice of her comfort.
Less these words ward off mess, please assure enough guests.
At the foot of bed David, luck struck.
Moreover; before now everyone labeled it traded, this life David, includes the mother.
David; call him amnesia.
The Road to success comes
with detours along the way
No one has ever traveled the road
without crossing the streets of failure.
It is the destination never promised
as easy journey
Wishing only promised great destinations
Moreover, to get a better chance to move
to prosperity.
Concept by Sonia Kagoli
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
25/02/2023