Short Rationed Poems

Each word counted for
Rationed wise words of wisdom
Poetic prowess  


24/02/2019...

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My nose pressed flat against the pane
A yearning welled within,
A sigh,a shrug,I shuffle off
Childhood was rationed then....

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bashing men is the latest fashion
crushing all the love and all the passion
relation -ships are sinking
not a love bird was singing
the big nasty is being rationed...

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The head contains 80,000 to 120,000 hairs
Daily we lose a whole big stack with no spares
So much for fashion
Hairs are rationed
Baldness is not the desired fashion statement upstairs...

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Put your Mr. Happy back in your pants
Must know to be careful when you try to dance
The dance of passion
Your dancing's been rationed
To save your heart must know many weeks in advance


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Red wine so fine chilled in our cups 
Only the finest to toast our love
Mesmerized by passion and your touch
Amber kisses rationed can’t get enough 
Teal thrills on the beach in the sand
Indigo nights delight we hold hands
Calling my name flames of romance...

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Snow banked high against the gate
Walking to school,never late

Milk left solid on the cill
Ears well muffled,against the chill

Rationed coal,eked ,bit by bit
Fire grates, so rarely lit.

Nights of cold,run into weeks
'Til grass through iron soil,peeked....

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The blazing sun beats me down
As the glare does its best to surround
The dirt is whipped by the dust devils
My world is a hell felt upheaval

The rationed water is all but gone
In the desert my life feels as its done
Until finally I find National Highway One
And flag down a traveller my life saved and won.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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At the furthest bank
This river flows
I dip my trembling toes

The highest cloud
I’ve yet to reach
I sit and then I eat

The horizon 
Won’t yet soon evade
And then I’ll sit beneath its shade

Rationed
Stretched thin
One drop of margarine
On burnt white bread

In the darkest cave
I’ve dared to dwell
I cry and scream at hell...

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It cannot be diminished,
regulated or rationed.
It is eternal. 
It doesn’t develop,
it is born within.
It is unconditional.
It trusts.
It is never jealous 
and it doesn’t brag;
It is kind, polite, 
pure, humble, 
and always right.
It embraces truth 
and rejects evil.
It is powerful,
patient, honest 
and forgiving.
Perfect love
is forever perfect...

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Just as everyone before her,
she walked through this life alone,
leaving footprints we can follow
as we struggle on our own.

She, woman of many talents
rationed what she let us see.
Wit and wisdom she exuded
in her unique poetry.

There are others who have judged her
as she played another role.
But perhaps we knew her better,
a true poet bares hr soul....

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Can you care to much 
Love to strong
Give away your soul
Problems help her to resolve
Who knows a woman’s mind
I walked that extra mile
To watch her drop my heart
Is it too much to adore
Should caring be rationed
Love measured out
Who knows a woman’s mind
When is the time to walk to the horizon
Turn and wave  goodbye
while still holding tears in your eyes
Who knows a woman’s mind...

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Rationale rationed sparingly
Teetering on borrowed sanity
Logical minds toppling over
Betrayal finding four leaf clover

No Know faith is found willingly
Heaven's answer is filling free
But cold denied hearts beat out of tune
Fed from a mind of silvered spoon

Rational people come along then
While hell opens a big churly grin
Fraid to fly higher from its gaping maw
Run to the flock, wolf shall come call

Knock knock......

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Beautiful colours, sweet

 smells, sensual touch

 and so much more.

 A door opened up

 another one closed.


 Let the dove of peace

 and compassion be

 everlasting. Do not boast

 of the good deeds you do.

 Do not wallow in self pity

 and worldly blues. Instead,

 take a walk in Jesus' shoes.


 Show love and compassion,

 these things should not be

 rationed. instead flow forth

 with a burning passion...

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Illuminating incandescent aura
A shining star, so far above the rest
I hold her near, forever, to adore her
While lying here; my head upon her breast
The reigning queen, ruling with a passion
Her fires rage, so deeper than her soul
She offers me, so evenly it’s rationed
A love that burns, never in control
When… the light flickers then to darkness
As shadows move as spies, upon the wall
I go to her, with eagerness she harkens
For my life, is to answer every call...

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this man tries hard
      with word to weave
         his loves clear worn
   plain ‘pon his sleeve

      not meant as gripes
         midst rationed fears
      but more shall quell
   those metered tears

         his pen thus bleeds
   for loves quite lost
one heart born bare
      for scheming’s cost

   still oft’ he dreams
now chances slim
      someone will write
         sweet poems …

for him.








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden
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this man tries hard
      with word to weave
         his loves clear worn
   plain ‘pon his sleeve

      not meant as gripes
         midst rationed fears
      but more shall quell
   those metered tears

         his pen thus bleeds
   for loves quite lost
one heart born bare
      for scheming’s cost

   still oft’ he dreams
now chances slim
      someone will write
         sweet poems …

for him.







Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 12, 2023...

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"That was a hitchhiker"
    just a line on TV as I passed through
     I started thinking about cuckoo       
                             hitchhikers, parasites
      none the same
    a spiral of thoughts, little hooks that join
           I mean no judgement
     even the parasite plays a crucial role
            so much happens as lines cross
      as we interact
          perhaps rationed, time limited
   barely cognisant sometimes 
              about what just occurred...

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In her home I suffer,
Rationed food and rationed wood,
Bread slices and rationed butter,
Scorns and all the words they utter,
Are some deepest of secrets you won't hear.

For I take that only form,
Of a lost child in my own home,
Assuming this has been the only norm,
Of having water and a plate of corn.

Her eldest kid sits by me and asks,
Do you have anything you own,
No, I say with a little frown,
Do you have parents,
No, they are long gone.
Do we do you bad,
No, I say....

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