Short Pilfer Poems
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this is the tale of ed jeeves
notorious friend of thieves
each fall he will rise
to much darkened skies
and pilfer neighbors red leaves.
Pilfer, borrow, pocket or grab
So many ways for thieves to nab
A wallet, a purse, or a tattered billfold ~
Pity, this cashless age they only catch cold
Now I know how he got his name....
He can put an electric dryer to shame!
Dryers eats socks,
Socrates does pilfer....
I wonder what happens,
If I send him a bill 'fer
All my missing socks....
Would he sock me one?
Wings monger air.
A host of defrocked preachers
buckle and swag.
Mobs clique and crowd in clusters.
Grackles,
skip, jump, and plunder on.
The birds pilfer, promenade,
scrum, pluck,
lift off swearing
in an avian Yiddish.
Heaven is rocked
by their thimble-sized storms.
Mandates
Haiku: by Tom
10/29/2021
Mandates are edicts
meant to pilfer our freedoms;
cleverly thought out.
What is the essence of America?
Finding and maintaining that perfect,
delicate balance between freedom “to” and freedom “from.”
Marilyn Vos Savant
Trump I-Fucation
Flickering beacon of light.
Red core inflamed.
Elites on the dole.
Narcissists
Me Trumps We.
Fraud:
Ace in the Hole.
GOP Rats pilfer the hold.
Viral blight dissembles.
Emperor fiddles
While chaos reigns.
Diagnosis: Deep Vain Trumposis.
Systemic Sclerosis.
Democracy Desecrated,
Pandora’s lost hope!
Copyright@Mel Gill 2023
Late commers snap beaky throats,
mug with angry complaints.
A gathering
of de-frocked preachers strut
and preen, a tussled foraging,
hustle, and riot.
Up in the branches brothers caw and jeer.
Upheavals come together,
those with more pluck, snatch and pilfer.
Wanton blackouts of carrion crows
crowd my eyes
with their petty, ill-mannered crimes.
Thievery
Written: by Miracle Man
5-10-2019
Consequences exist for each action they take,
And some will pilfer things hidden from sight.
Their misguided actions became a huge mistake,
Once truth is known that their hands are slight.
Luke 8:17
K. J. V.
For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest;
neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.
One day clouds will play on the earth
We pilfer a son of the sky and fled away
We can touch life and death
Design, protect their way
No death! Our cradle of love will sway
When death comes never to be shy!
Hold me tight
On the back of a winged horse
we will roam around
Your love and the devil
I can fight the devil if you hold my hand
Even if we court defeat
On the earth
It will always be a cursed night
Nana’s a safe harbour for a child,
a rattling baby taking water
at the christening font, and fluid
in the lungs. Little’s of consequence
for you, ceremony or theology, or
clan gathering. We pilfer your
routine deftly as rogue genes have
jellied your muscle. But held above
the waterline you’re safe now, if
perplexed to tears, the agony of taking
passage from death to life not quite
surpassing navigation of more hostile currents.
A stranger, somewhere, there exists,
Someone I can never be;
A thief who'd pilfer what I
Treasure most so easily.
For little difference I have made
To both what's me and mine,
I was a witness many a-times
To easily-said goodbyes.
But God has taught, if Love be pure
'Tis not about one's self,
Instead what for the beloved one
Will truly be best.
Hence, even at my own expense,
I'd rather she be happy
Even if her happiness' cause
Will not be me.
To the teams of rescuers on the front line in Haiti
The Pilots, the Soldiers, and Truck Drivers
The Doctors, Nurses, and the Aides
The Clergymen, Volunteers
To the average Haitian giving of themselves
To meet the needs of their fellowmen
Your light shines bright in this dark hour
As a beacon to all the world
Rewards more precious than priceless gems
To you and yours are assured
In a place where time can neither erase nor robbers pilfer
God blessings to you all
Total Devastation
Of smoke saw big plumb;
Certainly did ceil our doom;
Then swept tomb with brume.
Will equivocate;
Hesitate and celebrate;
Did elaborate.
Prefer to pilfer,
While each flower will wilter
Had to kill him and her..
We deserved lower
Rate and we can hardly wait
For it to be done.
Merrick Garland's ghost
From coast to coast perfect host
Who was loved the most.
Get a grip on self
Of information was a wealth
You will be faced with.
Jim Horn