Short Spares Poems
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Love : spares the sins of all and animates life.
Date:27-05.2019
Name of contest -What makes you flinch
Name of sponsor- julie leigh rodeheaver
Living spares no time for goodbyes, pray save them for the dead...
Life or Death One Liner Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
10/13/2016
~Geared for island-hop, boat's wheeldrive jams but spares us--from coming rainstorm
When Plans Don't Go to Plan Contest
For Silent One 8/25/2020
Death is inevitable, it must come;
A child, young or old, it spares none.
A very short span of time, we are allotted,
Wherefore defile it with grudges and hatred.
Drunk coffee's fine
Drunk coffee's mine
Drunk coffee spares a burl
half past dying
Drunk coffee sits
Drunk coffee waits
Drunk coffee spares a life
half past dates
We Will Applaud God
God did great things so will applaud,
And when we always love and laud,
While He saves,
Does in waves;
Spares each sinner and spoils rod.
Jim Horn
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
whisp of wind on rained ruined skin.
hail of stone on cabin wood thin.
death of day as the moon laughs loud.
accompanied by it's star encrusted shroud.
howl of humility spares my spirit and feeds my under nourished mind.
The World machinery is old
Beyond repairs
Rusted
Oil leaks,nuts loose and lack of spares
Still to carry on unable to replace
No output but unable to oust
These Government machineries
People oriented is what unfortunate
Dirty politics
I heard today about a bomb
that spares the buildings,
cremating only the living flesh within.
Why, in our humanity,
do we not have the bomb that spares the tender flesh?
I heard it was because when boys play at war games
only the dead bodies count.
missing, the magic
stars shrink
the moon cowers
all that's sweet turns sour
heartfelt sighs
comfort food
steam baths
no good, no good...
O, before ye despair
love will repair
nature's caprice, no one spares
~ angels in heaven yet care
Verse
Scripts, words
Bliss and pain
Life hardship tale
We can't share with others, but with papers.
Who qualms if paper spares us from sorrow?
Or when we smile
Tell the world.
The gems
Voice.
Written: January 09, 2022
We
wish to
show our nice
colors to all
passer-by; they praise
but with season
change lost shine;
none sees
us.
None
cares for
dry leaves on
road, they trample
us, same fate awaits;
later stage they'll
suffer too;
fate spares
none.
I
Am
The wire
That permits
The electrons flow
To light darkness caressing world.
Wems
Holds
Pliers
To tighten
While connecting each.
Just enjoy the lasting spark free...
Light
That
Spares fear
Lightening
The nooks and cranny
In your beautiful home of peace
Two parts worth a share
Two shares, without a care
Two cares, feelings laid bare
Two bears, load lighter fare
Two fares, frugality must pair
Two pairs, progeny in lair
Two lairs, income to spare
Two spares, equity to declare
Two declares, faithful in prayer
Two prayers, escape temptation's snare
I hope god spares me
My own misery is enough pain
Family doesn't need to be standing
In the atom bomb rain
The world doesn't need another hole
And neither does my brain..
Faded.. But still of a nice shade
If water splashes on my figure
Ill probably fade away
But ill say its a good day
Slithered down
On the grass in my shape
Happy is the moon
spreads light
For the lonely traveler
at the road
Happy is the sun
Who reveals field
For the life to hold
From the doubt
Of night
Happy is the hand
Who Sweeps tear
Out
Of orphan
Child"s face
Happy
Faithful heart
Who spares life
Where staged war
Within love
Happiness
No condition
But
Attitude of life
Form:
your hurt, my hurt
they echo one another~
betrayal spares
n
o n
e
My ageing consternation
I fears death that spares
Me when I am very young
Won't it ache me when
I have no teeth to chew and
Have feeble arms, legs... to move?
*
**
*
My heart is fallen
And about to burst my hope.
When will this silent
Thief snatch my soul to the Lord
When need not to see more corpse?
Contest: Aging
Sponsor: Black Eyed
Susan
Love vanquishes
Hate relinquishes
Love hanging on a rugged cross
Therefore not a single soul a loss
Love whose Spirit hope instills
And oh, my soul, it stills
Love eagerly to me came down
Love wiped away every frown
Love, indeed, in its purest form
Love so tender, oh, so warm
Love who spares me from strife
Love, oh, sweet Love of my life
Redemption-
Regrets realize.
Essential spares save.
Dishonors temporize.
Executive pardons rehabilitate.
Many extra rewards recognize, many pardons forgive.
Purpose transient whims excuse.
Temporize pardons mercy graced,
Individual weeps grieve.
Other dishonors reconcile.
Numerous pardons forgive.
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A fish crow has tan-
blue sparkles; pearls coat the sky.
A resting brook
is melting chocolate,
it flows through lime-green sprouts.
A burning orange
is the sun;
yet a rock can wears
its hue. A stick curves up from
the water- a night
colored alligator
that spares biped shades of dusk.
A plastic liqueur
bottle is stepped
over; its dirt stained shape an
empty night, open.
clear blue
in the mystic
retreating ever as a
circumstance with
which to reckon
only self dissolved
spares little for the
victim
cleaned to recognition
remorseful more than
now enveloped
reduced to sensation
clouded by radiance
forthright with a
tip of the hat kind of
class long forgotten
projected through the
window
fatal fumes regarded
as sunbeams
made of ashen
cedar plumes
to the beginning
To say I would not pray would be a lie
Because I have had car wrecks
And I have sent a heartfelt plea up each time
Right before impact
The prayer would be loud and sincere
I would thank God for my life
And tell Him that I am okay with whatever He wants
Because I have had a marvelous time
Whether or not He spares me is not important
I am okay with His decision either way
But would I pray?
An emphatic yes.
Views rather point to Nixon,
By far handsomer Jackson!
Nixon’s swollen cheeks did grieve
But views should this to me leave…
If Nixon owned ugly face,
Did the rest of him show trace?
A Beauty Judge would face praise
But owner ‘Not The Crowned’ says;
“Had Straight Legs swapped for The Curved
And not Flat Tummy eyes served…
Back I’ll go to the buddy,
For his body long study…
A cheating face spares body;
Ugly face cheats not body.