Short Plentitude Poems

ajay acrostic
A	: Affectionate I’m by character, 
J       : Jocular being my nature.
A      :  Amiable is my attitude,
Y      :  Youthful I’m in plentitude....

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He phoned the village bakery
And ordered a delivery
Loads and loads of tasty pies
Ate them all but at a price
He spent the night in misery.


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Contest:  Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper...

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This verse is like confectionary
The sweetest chocolate poetry
With cream buns here in plentitude
To turn away that would be rude

The more I read the more I find
These poems always feed my mind
I wish you all the very best
Now put the menu to the test...

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Platitudes of gratitude
       reveal a shallow attitude
  
     A plentitude of finger food
       does not result in pulchritude

     Multitudes of semi-nudes
       enhance a life of turpitude

     Inaptitude and incertitude
       pave the path of ineptitude...

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pumpkin pie
Tasty finger licking
Delicious almost dissolving
right on top of my tongue and inside
My mouth I sat there and waited
Cause pie was so hot
Burnt is what got
I cry




contest:Plentitude of pies
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
10.08.2014...

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However

Picture
Postcard
Perfect

Paradise Island

May initially seem

Without a certain other Soul

To share it's plentitude and bounty with

Must be be like the final tree in a wood
being felled

Enquiring to themselves I wonder if
anybody else heard that

And is coming to my rescue...

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So soft and colorful, 
I simply stare at you,
Gratitude!

Love in totality, wordless
Blinks flashing your,
Cattitude!

You never correct me.
You just accept me, kind
Attitude.

Your snoring in my ear,
Erases all my fears, 
Plentitude.

Walking with sweetness,
On God’s earth,
Beatitude!
    





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Enraptured by this treasure's home,
A plentitude of blooms unfold,
Rarest of blooms, a chromatic trance,
A garden's embrace, a wild romance,
With rare frondescence, delights unfurled,
I stand gazing amidst opulence at this glass-bound world,
Oh bottle garden, how my senses fail to describe such a masterpiece,
Enchanting souls, your charm isn't one to cease,...

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eager for fresh air

sandman’s stardust fades
nightmares flee through open panes –
breeze ushers in sun

squinting, I wake up
memories of terror gone –
bright, glorious day

wrens on window ledge
nature’s plentitude finds me –
eager for fresh air



*It’s the escape from nightmares and the joy found in nature that make me dash out of bed.
Entry for Ed Ebbs’ “What Makes You Wake Up Each and Every Day” contest.
October 24, 2011...

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