Short Sparred Poems
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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
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
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.
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!
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.