Short Rationed Poems
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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.
Bashing men is the latest fashion
crushing all the love and all the passion
relationships are sinking
not a love bird was singing
the big nasty is being rationed
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
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
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
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.
We stand like statues of hunger-
Ticket numbers for halos,rationed dreams.
The queue curves like a funeral procession,
Every sigh a shovel stroke in invincible graves.
The air smells of waiting,the walls of wet wool.
We hum hymns to the god of "Next!",
And the floor creaks under our collective shame.
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
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
We’ve read that Test cricket’s nearly dead
Clearly in a spin checked in to a sick bed
Really fills me with dread could still be fed
If well led & go where angels fear to tread
Been bled and if to T20 wed will be rationed
Why my plea for lunch & tea so impassioned
No modern mantra more tantra & old fashioned
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
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.
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
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...
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
Form:
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
Form:
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.