Short Reprieved Poems
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tis the fool's
again and again,
whom craft the skulls of speculation,urgency,verge ...
reprieved is mankind
we laugh at their escape.
We’ve all been crippled
in different ways
To hobble or stumble
alone in our pain
No one is reprieved
as years take their toll
Till that day we return
one body — one soul
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
Holding on tight
to each moment before
The test results come
forever unsure
Reprieved for a day
condition unchanged
“Your numbers are stable
— but cancer remains”
(Ronald McDonald House: Phila. Pa, October, 2024)
To have a poetic li-cense
There can be no charge-since
This kind of license can not be reprieved, nor received.
It is a license that can only be achieved.
This license is something you won't need to show.
A true poetic license like ours Has it own distinctive glow :)
Because of your age
You leave me in a rage
Why temper me ?
When we walk on a lea
You wont bow to the Queen
Is it because your a teen
You wont walk the promenade
Is it because our love is frayed ?
Where is your joy
we are not built on clay
Seize the day
Once more omit the grey
Finally you have reprieved
I shall not be grieved
I slept soundly
while dreaming I had a terrible case of insomnia,
which I finally cured
by strangling a persistent bird.
Overcome by remorse,
I forced myself awake
and was greatly relieved
to find I was reprieved.
But then, I could not sleep all night.
I was so unsettled.
The only thing I could think of to do
was tell this horrible story to you.
Tortoise had only great things to say about his comrade Lucy.
She inspired their boss to give him a day off with his cousin Deucy.
When Deucy bowed out of the adventure, Tortoise felt relieved
Like he had been exonerated, and reprieved.
Because he had a cozy armchair and an exciting book to read
He settled down for a terrific day; it was a marvelous unselfish deed!
God took a vacation
when time had run out
Rethinking his opus
replanning devout
His Angels in limbo
the devil on leave
Heaven a sublet
sin now reprieved
Faith worn and tattered
the bible debunked
Crusades a bad memory
the Grail marked as junk
He orders a cocktail
the waitress comes back
A napkin — her number
salvation highjacked
(The New Room: December, 2023)
When the sun goes down,
The twilight brings calm.
Peace the heart vibes,
Emotions stroke nice.
Jovial the feelings are,
Which drifts the memories far.
The sunny times I remember,
The gleeful souls still linger.
With pleasure I lie,
And look in the deep dark sky.
The countless stars I sight,
Divine shadows shine bright.
The sin is reprieved,
And the let go of fright.
Then the secrets of joy I attain,
While still walking down the memory lane.
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