Short Plaques Poems

She sent a pair of floral plaques,
to me, and pretty though they were,
I wasn't thrilled at all because 
they were the ones I'd sent to her...

* a true story...

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Follow the corridor
It's long and narrow

See doors everywhere?
Plaques on the doors?

Hate, Love, Greed, Passion
Pity, Sympathy, Desire, Hope

Open a door
What do you see?

You, learning about the 
Corridor of Choices

You picked the door
I did not!...

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Another day dies
Yellow fades to grey
But in this time the moon flies
And dreams come out to play

A world of wax
A cake of sorrow
A wall of plaques
All to be forgotten tomorrow

Rejuvenate your soul
Rest your eyes
Wake up whole
Because tomorrow another day lies...

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In some German towns
Germans are placing brass plaques
To remember Jewish families
Who were murdered 
During the Nazi Holocaust

Ordinary decent human beings
Doing their best 
To show what the Nazis tried to do
Has not come to pass
The eradication of the Jews from Europe.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Rampant vandalism looming
Threatening important developments
Hampering the progress of viable projects
Disheartening to find complete structures
Badly damaged and materials stolen
To replace vandalised materials is proven
Difficult and waste of resources
Now which lesson can vandals be taught
Why must vandals be so?

chipepo lwele...

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It was sunny and the wind was on the lake today
As I heard the flags fluttering away
The bronze plaques floated on the wall 
I reached out and read the names one and all

Memories abound of you before
And I remembered what you meant and more
Silent now patiently sleeping and waiting
As I just stood there softly weeping.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Halloween night

Ringing of the door bell,
Banging on the gate.
Impatient children,
Please stop and wait.

Lollies without a performance,
Parents who don’t seem to care.
Where is the trick in treating?
Please take one and remember to share.

Skeletons and Tombstone plaques,
Spiderwebs galore.
Pumpkin lanterns, ghosts and ghouls.
Sorry but The party is next door....

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Wanted to pay
debts of gratitude.
There was a call from evergreens,
he was not ready to go.

Standing in pit of snakes
he was preparing himself for a random fang,
throat like a blue-bird
waiting for a song.

The solid waste of numerals
across the thinking,
developed plaques, while philosophy
was accepting innovation.

The authority had started
reading the couplets.
Glory came earlier
sea cracked into shells.


 
SATISH VERMA...

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Faceless fear leaps from the book
I close the chapter.
My ancestors start hovering about my
head
What did I achieve?
Glorified stones and shining plaques
adorn the garden,
round and round my spirit soars. Are
You listening?
Two things always haunted me. Space
and voices. I searched
my atlas and traced my home which
never was.
Nothing will alter my hurt. I am
afraid to lose my soft eye,
roving smell and final judgement.


SATISH VERMA...

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