Short Partake In Poems
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I am a true activist who will go so far as to be civilly disobedient,
but I absolutely draw the line and will never partake in out right violence.
with olive complexion
the Mexican army
walked off the set
to partake in
comida and
a sieste
but not frijoles
instead pass
the pasta
with grazie
and prego
needing more parmesan
Form:
Change is the essence of life;
Who am I to doubt it?
Who am I,
To look change in the eye and whisper
Of how I wish not to partake in its manners,
An internal fear brought to the surface
By disarray.
Press buttons make a call
Partake in a Zoom call
Putting someone on hold
Plenty of ringer tones
Play music, text a friend
Pick an app to peruse
Photos can be snapped too!
4-8-2021
Pleiades P Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
She birthed me a star...
Her inner galaxy well travelled.
Seized by womb impact...
Silence - Rattled
Tone tormented yet blissful sigh...
Return to the source - yield rescue the cry...
Triumph this claim as we draw near...
Partake in this memory...
We both share.
darkest before the dawn
concept that is not
all together true
some time there
is no down to partake in
there is only darkness to
walk around in bumping
one's heart on the clutter
that the past leaves when
there is still unmet desires
that have be left unresolved
O, blowers of the sky!
carry my prayers with you and cling to them
who sacrificed for humanity
forgotten with time
never to be recalled in the past
my heart hurts for them
my heart begs
so they might partake in sacrament.
Written: January 13, 2023
It is better to be a pauper in paradise
Than a hero in chaos,
For a pauper in paradise can still
Partake in plentiful simple pleasures,
Yet a hero in chaos is neither free
From untimely death nor above the
Corrosive attrition that fear begets.
All rights released into Public Domain
I sit here,
oblivious to worldly obstacles,
surrounded by air, and air alone,
presenting myself to G-d
as only He can see me,
Unashamed, uninhibited,
to partake in endeavors
that others flee for free,
observing subtleties that
can only be seen,
through the eyes of
a naked man.
(11/16/92)
I cross more off. The contests I was late
to partake in. I find one judged last May
My list grows on, I know the world won't wait.
It matters not, I look once more and say -
As long as these turn poems one fine day!
For English Quintain contest: Write as if doing theme at the moment
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An addendum to the list of universal truths:
social media can be — no, is detrimental to ones mental health
stop engaging
open your eyes
post your comments using your voice out loud
post your pictures in real time through your actions
live, don’t partake in the charade of our time
but
Take yours, in real time
Pardon me, ma’am, have you the chance
To allow this man opportunity to eat
I’ve suffered long, without a taste
And wish to now partake in treat
Pardon me, ma’am, have you the will
To let this man now partake of you
It’s been so long, I shall not lie
So please give me what now is due
A little taste, I beg of you
Voluptuous, tempting the heart of each man she meets
Inviting, telling him to come and partake in her treats
X-citing, lighting fires along her way as she seduces
Eager, always wanting more from the men that she chooses
Needing the touch of the men she so tempts in the day
So they won’t want for more and ever turn away
They're the murder
The puppet
For disgrace
Steadily bullying
Whosoever fails or loses the race.
That's the game
They play
Murdering
People's confidence
By belittling.
Steadily irritating
Whosoever they hate
Because they don't act
Or misbehave like them
Steadily murdering
Who don't support
Or partake in their game of mediocre.
I would be her doormat
and steeple. Her pew and pulpit.
Rap sermonically with it.
Worshipping all of it
Ad libbing
a little
salvation on the side
Sinning way past Sunday
Hoping one day
I might see heaven
through earthly eyes
I don't even sing but
I'd be on that My, my, my
Now turn to your neighbor
and make it plain
She is praiseworthy
and worthy to be
forgiven for what
we are about
to partake in
I reach for you..... With my eyes into the heavens
I reach for you.... With my hand to feel your peace
I reach for you. .. With a heavy heart then blessed with your love
I reach for you.... With all my fears never afraid when you envelope my spirit
I reach for you ...To guide my days in the warmth of the sun I partake in your love
I reach for you...With All My Soul. ..To Give Thanks. ..for Your Blessing
your love opens to me
like a mother to embrace her infant son
and yet i can't partake in this high
that keeps me going
i have sobered through my addiction to you
i shook in my bed, convulsing, tears streaming down my face
near the point of death only to be brought lower than before
your love has never faultered
wavered
or denied me in any way
and yet i find
that it is hard to accept that i can't live without you
Form:
Enter the maze at your own risk,
find yourself within your intuition;
Walk with haste the wind is brisk,
follow the heart with satisfaction;
Kicking up that back road dust
sharing peace on nature’s behalf;
Skip for a spell feed wanderlust,
carpe diem carve your own path;
Partake in more than one side quest,
there are things yet to be touched;
Adventure is so easy to digest,
fly when your cheeks become flushed.
Here I sit and write my verses
Good intentions with no curses
Never really knowing how they will turn out.
Often times they do come easy
Though my poems may sound cheesy
Everyone still understands what they are about.
Providing truth, I do desire
Respected poet, I aspire
One day maybe, a book will bear my name
Until then, I will continue
Flowing words, prepared just for you
Forever to partake in the poetry game.
Form:
lost on a path that doesn’t exist
the life taken out of the living.
the blood is still warm
but her life runs cold.
no where to go
no where to be
but a dweller in the attic
above the sea,
of stars on the wall
and the symmetrical window panes.
they are all fake
an illusion to what is really hidden,
outside along the horizon
is where her future lies
but if no steps are taken
then tomorrow will be the last sunrise for her to partake in.
Invite me to the table
Place is set there, for to eat
Tempt me with all your goodies
Serve me now with all your treats
Salivated at the thought
Invite me to the table
I’m ravenous as a wolf
You’ve heard of in those fables
I hungered many days now
I am drooling for the taste
Invite me to the table
As there is no time to waste
I’ll bring a bottle, chilled now
We’ll drink it as we’re able
I’ll partake in your tasties
Invite me to the table
I sleep with yawning windows
Under blankets of a coddling breeze
To ensure some honesty in God
I sleep with active lamps
Where bulbous dreams can swell
Un-shaded by the restraints of vanity
I sleep in the suit of a newborn admitting all
My secrets divulged in prayer should I pass
So I may leave with the same purity I came in with
I rise to partake in all while eyes are open
Knowing I can never miss a nuance
Until the daytime phoenix blinks
Bite the bullet brave voyagers of war's wailing screams and cries
which terrify not few fighters that tremble not at new nightmares dreamt in somber tents.
The circus invokes its skull clients to its danse macabre.
Behold the skull's countenance contemplating thy face,
seeking to crown thee some forlorn day.
I will dance upon the fields of thy grave,
I will smile at your progeny,and take to wife thine daughter;
And together we shall partake in life's debauchery.
Melody looked lovely sitting on her kick back porch swing this morn
I knew inside was her gorgeous son, a little baby newborn
How had she had time to decorate this gorgeous autumn porch?
She introduced me to her mother, a lady named Mrs. Morch.
Lovely Mrs. Morch had baked scones, and she invited me.
To partake in a snack, along with unsweetened peach tea.
Your porch is terrific, I told the young mother, who nodded her head.
Mom did it while the baby and I were snoring away, she said.
Which hole can I fit into today
to partake in celebrating gain.
Who must I be-to belong to that party,
the end goal is to succeed,
the path to-seems hazy.
Craving achievement is playing with
my self esteem;
am I worth anything with none
to lay claim to?
Bring forth inner peace and dream,
dream of the day when your instincts
relay that you are not your success,
rather your efforts.
catapult your self worth with your effort
high into the sky.
take a deep breath-let God do the rest.