Short Quarreling Poems
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A fire goes out for lack of wood;
when whispers ceased, neither quarreling could.
As hot embers fanned bring flames to life,
a quarrelsome man so kindles strife.
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1
Yes, I miss the roosters,
like Gabriel's Horn calling me home,
Summer mornings 4:00;
Crayon Chickens
drawing everywhere there was dirt,
cackling, quarreling,
Cu-cu-ling those weird worrying uh-ohs
when the hawks circled,
Fleeing for the coops or the trees;
(1)
Two lumps of sugar kissed.
Locked horns of marriage hissed.
Churns lake of better-worse.
Ring wins for friendship missed.
(2)
Ruddy red the roses. Darling,
Please let’s cease our trifling quarreling.
Rows and rows, of apologies,
Bride and groom are gentle guarding.
I
The Poems I didn't write
Are words that sit tight
In throat, trials, every fight
Between Beloveds
II
She told others but just not him
His loving, living, quarreling
Were poetry in motion, a ring
Of words binding
Finger, hand, heart
III
Imagine a world, a family, couples ...
Who spoke the poems of life & love?
The birds fly,
And my heart plays a song,
I want to be like the people,
In the stories about love,
The long relationships,
Serious and loving,
They fall for each other,
And even though they quarrel,
They have the best time of their lives, together,
And that’s how I want to be,
With the one I will love,
Serious and loving,
Quarreling and for him every time.
Form:
Here I lie in a hired bed
Everything around me is red
For their minds bleed much in ponder
Over foolish things, they wonder
The hassle of travelling
But my stomach is quarreling
I need to lie down to past the time
Until all inside me is in full rhyme
Done in SFC, in a hired bed surrounded by prying and barking dogs and jabbering parrots
May 13, 2024
Safety wasn’t a brand of quarreling
For it was known that I was of infinite value
Sudden circumstances in the moment
Establishing rare hopes that weren’t previously held
How it was such an inviting risk
Disappointment was the making of fiction
I knew not of catastrophic probabilities
When cherished by such a caring creature
Around my neck lies an emblem of my sincerity
To hold for multiple eternities
Along the path in life
There will come a time
When you're on the dirt road
And you reach a four-way line
You will see people
Quarreling over a direction
To choose for future fortune
For their goals of perfection-
Choose not a path
Choose the fields of peace
That roll by the roads
To avoid future wrath
And lay with the lilies
And sleep under the moon
Its what I picked
Before I parted you.
Where do I come from?
And who am I?
Where am I going?
No one could guide!
...
You root in the earth
You look up into the sky
You are not lost in fact
You are wondering why:
Staying in the crowd?
Soaked by human traits?
Or playing back to the wild?
Merging with the forests?
...
These things tangled,
Quarreling in your head
Some may feel joyful
Some may feel sad
...
How complex The man's living is
When Competing with natural life
My wound happened,
when I was hit,
that happened when I quarrelled,
that happened when I differed,
that happened when we got together,
means that when humans get together,
we develop chances of getting wounds,
yes that is true,
how can we reduce chances,
of getting wounded,
do not differ,
do not quarrel,
do not hit,
or differ and quarrel,
but not hit,
Now my wound is healed,
now I am meeting,
differing and quarreling,
but only with those that would not hit.
As the day's go by without a word,
it makes me wonder, to feel disturbed.
The heart of the issue, being apart, still at hand,
how long can this go, feeling lonely and sad.
One minute making love, the next, out the door,
my mind still spinning, like a casualty of war.
Quarreling over the stupidest things in life,
both acting bull-headed, believing that we're right.
Not moving an inch, but pushing each other apart,
thinking with our minds instead of our hearts.
Rushing quarreling with nature
Listening to beautiful sound
Water rushing down
Ladies by the water so
Smiling and giggling
More people rush to eat
By the meadow so
Games of laughter
Fragrance of honey
With bread that is wheat
Colors that show the month
Ladies with lover
Men with smiles
Some look so abstract
Playing games just to test
Lusting over beauty
And the day comes to an end
The best a kiss from a lady
Sweet smell of her perfume
Lasting memory of the day
How might I compose the mystery of my quarreling; that I may absolve the full measure of distance within the present hour, where time is but a compass that leads to all that has become magical in you.
Might forever be found in that place, that I may walk upon those eternal embers kindled anew;
blindly loving with eyes for no other shall I seek hastily and readily again shall they burn for thee,
with the bearing heat of more than a thousand suns.
Alfredo Gonzales (c)
There was a little girl once upon a time..
She was simple , she was shy ..
In search of true love for her.. in someone's eye ,
As she was fed up of her quarreling family ..
she met a guy . Once upon a time.
She thought him as if ..
he is a shadowing tree who will protect her from
Harsh Sunrays and will set her free..once upon a time..
But
she was wrong..
Her heart was broken by her sweetheart
destiny ditched her every time..and her love story
Became once upon a time.
Light larkish lackadaisical lassie lithe and lean
Measured Mesopotamia’s millionth mammoth, not all mean
Nonetheless, noticing the level of lithium in a coffee bean,
Opposing ornery ocelots who are seldom city seen
Providing palatable parables to Patty, platypus who loves to preen
Quarreling with irksome quail-herders who captivated lassie’s queen
Resisting relatives reaching for gardenia’s gruesome globs of green
Stalwart soldiers seriously slicing sluggishness from a computer screen.