Short Sparred Poems

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Premium Member Death of a Storm

Florence blew her nose, sparred with tears
Darkened our thoughts, loosened our fears.
Driving recklessly, we looked on as she steers,
Unabashedly crashes and dies. So long dear!

9/13/2018
Form: Epitaph


Aj Boxing

Challenged
        And under-defeated
He braced,
        Turnbuckle against his spine

Nervous
       And over-perturbed
He bounced,
       Mat against his heel

Champion
        And agin-heavyweight
He sparred,
        Air against his fist

Premium Member Teen

I spied them through our fence. 
They sparred with knuckled fist, 
a father with unruly buck 
beside back door for violent ruck 
that stag was bound to win.

Young eyes that saw that vile display 
did not forget that horrid day,
and now know just how close 
that same scene could have been.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Two Roads Diverged---



Lord, which road should I take?
They look equally appealing. I have a hard
choice to make.

From where I stand,
both ways appear to be unmarred
and grand!

I cry,
“With doubt, I’ve sparred!”
Sigh!						

Lord, which road should I take?
Both ways appear to be unmarred.
Sigh!
Form: Rhyme

No One Will Ever Come To Esteem You a Star In Their Bosom

alone,and scarred, no hope for you to gain
that which you've sought with love and pain.
No one will ever come to esteem you a star
in their bosom nor visit from afar.
The arrow sparred you no victims for food
You wonder the wasteland a starving man,
moribund by starvation whom none wooed.
You cried out and none heard you dying on the sand.


Premium Member The Stage Was Set

The stage was set, the guests now all arrived
A bright sun shone o'er garden paths and flow'rs
The groomsmen sparred and raced about outside
Some bridesmaids danced  and laughed 'midst leafy bow'rs

Yet heard in distant realms, the rumble of Spring show'rs
Alas, cried she, dared Ze-us spoil this Day
Alack, moaned he, the gods will have their Way

Premium Member Expectation Feud

Listen to poem:
I waited, anticipated
Hopes were high, bloated
It was too much to ask, inflated
I lowered my sights, deflated
Tried not to be hurt, shielded
Numbed my senses, phlegmatic
Checked the date and time, could be wrong
I fought back and forth, sparred
Willed a lunge, parry, riposte, touché
But, when it came, it fizzed
The expectation feud, 
blew out the candles.

When We Surf with Howie

with a short referee sparred
life of son  had been marred
when he received a red card

tough thought tried to dawn
son Shawn who became a pawn
serve in Army had gone 

longed to see a leaping lizard
being absorbed when big blizzard
turned Shawn into weird wizard

When Shawn would really rally 
while he did dilly down in valley
for long time had surfed with Howie
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Form: Haiku

Premium Member Yet

Amidst the rushed ripples of life.
Something brushed darkness deep into his eyes.
Weeping violets, gentle blacks, wondrous blues.
A couple of almost stars danced like midnight dew.

yet...

Petals of light breached the heavy pound of night.
Sparred with the sable sirens of doubt and death.
Struck them brutally honest in their icy stares.
The rouge of battle lay heavy upon the morning air.
Form: Rhyme

Vaccinated and Premeditated

many have waited
we should be vaccinated
premeditated

we batted and sparred
for things had a disregard
removed and did discard

God we want you please
stop tornadoes ripping through trees
warm up and not freeze

trouble up they stirred
we have heard some say each herd
made picture be blurred

while we would ponder
Trump had been warmonger
is here no longer

did have a divorce
no longer are on same course
must consider source
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Form: Senryu

Premium Member Flowers of Aurora

They only saw black patches, not the pastels  
that swirled in her powdered heart.

They rode those black patches hard.
Down the granite rapids of her life
even after she escaped into
the quiet glade of the afterlife.

I sparred with them for eons...
pastel auroras versus black patches.
Optimist versus pessimist.
She never showed them the inside
The delicate bits.
The blues, the violets, the pinks...
the very pulp of her being...
the flowers of aurora.

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