Short Shaper Poems

Flawless shaper-
No nature all his creatures in picture to picture all his signatures!...

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Winter
 
      Father of the Year.
      Severe in the time you rule,
      Shaper of Seasons.

       14/4/2016...

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William in Drag

Shakespeare 
Makes queer



An Alter Boy’s Job

Handles
Candles

Fancy Nude Dancer

Jangles
Spangles

English Only Creed

Banish
Spanish

Origami Artist

Paper
Shaper

Dynamite 

Whammo
Ammo

New Feminine Hygiene Product

Clamp-On
Tampon...

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Plumper- of- pillows
Puller-tight-of-covers
Chin-tucker
She of the soft white hands
Whisperer
Sweet singer of lullabies
Sand-sprinkler
Keeper of the Xanadu Gardens
Shaper    scenter-of-flowers
Now she goes on tiptoe
Leaving the door open just a crack
She's created a dream
Then let everyone dream it with her

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Stacey...

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time is running fast,coming 
close
mother's ask would i have to 
cry for another loss
our life's are not secured, we 
slain ourselve with sword 
forgetting our most powerful 
weapon is words
if a war begins are we save or 
just driving ourselves to the 
grave
who is at loss?
when we know that our 
words are shaper than our 
swords....

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Flat on her stomach Grannie rode
her adrenalin overflowed 
	she went in style 
	with a big smile
into the paddle battle she flowed

The heart of an ancient wahine
she called her personal genie
	a goofy foot true
	she already knew
she’d forgotten her bikini

Grannie won the right of way
a righteous spot they all say
	her stick’s outline
	her own design
shaper champion this day...

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Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.

The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.

The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;

belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.

The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.

The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.



Satish Verma...

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Pitiful pitter patter, snotty sorrow
On top of tattered parchment paper
Every poetic pause was a bright idea
That somehow turned into vapor
Rhyme and reason had disappeared too
Yearned for a makeshift poetry shaper

The next time I got an inkling of inspiration
Evaporation was no longer my condemnation
Actually I offered my muse a potent libation
Readily rectified that dry pen situation
Salty sobs are now tears of joyous jubilation




5/1/16...

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