Short Pars Poems

Jars of shards laid across the greenest 
Of yards filled with holes meant for pars....

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This World is all you 
Had wished for: Lots of Money,
Lots of Friends, honey,
You should know, never give in, 
Not until the very end....

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When playing desert golf I parch easy
Which then means I don’t get pars easy
So when I am done
I hide from the sun
And play eighteen whole games of Parcheesi...

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Joy in the hazy moon
and sunny afternoon.
 
Joy in all seasons’ birth
bursting forth from the earth.
 
Joy in the dazzling sun
before day’s work is done.
 
Joy in the argent stars,
besting all other pars.
 
Joy in all I see and do.
Glory and praise go to You!...

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COPLA DIECISEIS: This Bad Guy World

Takes nothing to produce a life
Much less to make it cry or die:
Life’s far too cheap.

What matters is brain’s after life:
Thoughts and ideas never die.
Brains make Man leap.

What must count should be the person
What spoils is he’s part of people:
The Bad Guy part.

Peoples drive notion of nation:
Persons’ brains stifle in people:
Nazis roll out.

© T. Wignesan – Pars, 2014...

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I swallowed
Your decision
I’m leaving
The mansion
I accepted
The defeat
And I acquitted
All debts
I loved you too much, darling
Oh! You forgot everything.

The surprises
Of life
Are not sweet cherries
I’m leaving my heart
For peace
This is a required part
I depart
This evening.

P.S. Translation of ‘Je Pars Ce Soir’ by Hébert Logerie.

Copyright © September 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry....

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