Short Prodigal Poems
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indelible impressions in prodigal profusion-
tansitory as snow
Prodigal contrasts with frugal,
As we all know.
The contrast is binary, to be sure.
Or…is it blurred—now that
The roles may reverse at any time?
— Ram, R. V.
Waiting for his return, with heavy heart and a flicker of hope.
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Contest: Monoku #9 by Poet Destroyer A
Placed 1st
Full of Forgiveness
full of forgiveness
He is generous and kind
the loving Father
even to someone like me
a true prodigal son
My son
Thought provoker
Fire stoker
A sense of humor
But not a joker
Reasonably logical
Justly Fair
Not really prodigal
Nor willing to share
More so a barterer
So, what do you bear?
Out of error,a fear,
Then a lie;
Out of regret,a farewell,
Then a sigh;
Out of parting,a change,
Then a trial;
Out of reunion,a relief
Graceful smile.
roots
gone prodigal
an astray
penetrating
the laterite
beneath
while a bleat
splayed on an altar
where a bare oak
nailed to the sky
sheds blood and water
Wafting in the unmistakable scent
of poor choices
Grifting in the prodigal valley
of mistakes
Loitering in the tenement
of false witness
Wandering along the highway
—of forgotten dreams
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
They come to me phrases,
crying out to be whole
One last bridge to cross,
no fare for the toll
Prodigal wanderers,
not spoken or heard
My breath used as payment
—conveying the words
(Villaova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Amazing Christmas
Exudes hope and peace
And Goodwill toward men
The star in the east
Birthday for Jesus
Excitement mounts
Hugs and kisses
Ugly sweaters
Prodigal son
Gift giving
Forgiveness
Happiness
Christmas
Jesus
Love
They come to me phrases,
crying out to be whole
One last bridge to cross,
no fare for the toll
Prodigal wanderers,
not spoken or heard
My breath used as payment,
—conveying their words
(Villaova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Painted with guilt, I sag back home
With shame, dusted respect I roam
O Lord, I have sinned
Against man, mother earth and sky
Forgive me now, bid this load bye
Please Lord, have me cleaned.
Author: Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's Tail Rhyme contest
05/08/2011
reserves
depleted
entrenched
in
feebleness
strengthless
self-centred
ego
to
the fore
the
tempest
rages
all around
battered
drenched
bereft
broken
beaten-
sigh
turn
back...
the cry
It is so much of a task
To get myself to ask
If I knock will you open the doors?
Will you cover me with you clean clothes?
Will you embrace me with welcoming arms?
Will you treat me like I was lost but now I’m found?
Will you say that what I cost you don’t matter now?
Retracing my steps …
picking up the pieces
of a misguided past
Cleaning up the memories
that so litter my
attention
Given one more chance
to change
the things I never intended
Given one last chance
to right the wrongs
—of my prodigal ways
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Today, I fed a horse still wild,
and asked him with my rhyme
To blaze the silver meteor’s trail,
to where the words collide
I filled him with one final verse,
to sharpen my refrain
And mounted for that one last ride
—to go back home again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
rest in heaven
the one beyond belief
can never be complete
special power prodigal
shall never be denied
what's use for absolutes
for we our all gonna die
physical breathe grasp
gasp rose rest in heaven
4/22/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from the leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl,
swell in the muddy and proclaiming.
Full are the snuggery wombs.
vibrational mismatch
attains escape velocity
burning bridges of love
in the womb of existence
yearnings of love yet await
return of the prodigal son
two ships cross in the ocean
mixed emotions arise
on reality of separation
and possibility of union
as ordained in timeless time
I've nothing left,
Comletely drained,
You know what I've discovered?
I gave my all,
To everything,
my very soul uncovered.
And now I look
for some return,
on the life I spent so fast,
And found that I
have spent it all,
on things that will not last.
twenty-first birthday
too cool to let friends drive
judgment impaired
prodigal still lives at home -
dad will bail him out
GRAY
graying through his teens
black and white never defined
consequence, foreign
the judge’s guilty verdict
shakes his foundation
Philosophical
Reason A. Poteet
“The Wicked Flee When None Pursueth,”
proverbs tells us so
The righteous stay in judgment’s light,
to harvest what’s been sown
Those prodigal delinquent souls,
that life has cast astray
Walk free the line tween right and wrong
—till fate will have its say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
I've nothing left,
Comletely drained,
You know what I've discovered?
I gave my all,
To everything,
my very soul uncovered.
And now I look
for some return,
on the life I spent so fast,
And found that I
have spent it all,
on things that will not last.
Finally
I reach the top
of the hill
overlooking
the old house
by the river...
My bag full of memories.
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Contest: Whitney (2)
Syllable Pattern: 3/4/3/4/3/4/7
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 6th
© 4th September 2017
Black canvas
Curved space
Sterling stars
Evolved grace
Painted planets
Yellow sun
White noise
Prodigal son
Bleeding brushes
Dripping plight
Solemn strokes
Sequestered light
Turgid sky
Acid rain
Burning questions
Dangling reigns
Charcoal commandments
Acrylic themes
Smeared signature
Scientific schemes