Short Screed Poems

To lie’s always wrong, Kant decreed.
Very few were convinced by his screed,
   Seeing if he’d instead
   Held a gun to their head,
They’d have shamelessly said they agreed....

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If water can penetrate the hardest stones
    Let the Heavens storm forth God's word
      lashing rocks round His altar 

  Glancing off those that pay no heed
    Saturating those who feel the need
      ~ forging good deeds, sans the screed...

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There is a place for the poetic preacher,
even in this forum---one can so feature
a castigating word, narrow-minded screed,
up to each person to decide what they read,
and while I don’t much like damning lines,
exploding like old-fashioned land mines,
I’ll hold my tongue while they do their work,
unless they become an insufferable jerk....

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From a seed, started on the shelf.
I Planted with care. Elements to dare.
No fertilizer or chemicals seen.
It grew leaves of green.
The head large and full of seed.
Surrounded by a yellow screed.
Looking down from it's lofty perch.
It dances and gives a lurch.
Vibrant and strong.
The wind can do it no wrong.
Deep and thick are the roots.
Stands, like a pair of boots.
The stem, thick as my arm.
Making the wind seem calm.
Perfect in every way.
Forever and a day....

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If I refuse to watch the news
It's not like I'm uncaring,
But rather that some people's views
Can lead me to despairing.

A late report about the Court
Will get my teeth to gnashing
And tales of states that won't abort
Will have my spirits crashing.

I do indeed take time to read
The paper so I'm knowing
The highlights of the daily screed
And how the world is going.

But on TV I will not see
Events that are unfolding,
For words are quite enough for me,
The images withholding....

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