Short Sparsely Poems

Miles and miles of nothing, sparsely vegetated
with Joshua trees, desert wildflowers,
ocotillo cactus.
Not much to look at, but
plenty of it to see....

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Place sparsely populated 
Above the sea
Laying on the center plain where 
Amber grains shine, where 
Young and old are revered 
As inhabitants
Nestled with grace of affection...

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                                     Netflix  and Hulu 
                                     Cars sparsely travel streets
                                     Sullen times abide...

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She grasped the dinosaur thoughts,
holding on like a junkyard dog, 
til the light came, 
in a pre dawn dream,
through an archangel,
who walked up the rigorous and sparsely landscaped path
at a crossroads,
where the churning and ancient mental acrobats could not climb,
so she followed....

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His skin, with the texture of gravel,
And the color of lava; he is The Rooster.
He possesses a look of determination,
Originating from the depths of his charcoal pupil.
At a first glance, a volcanic eruption is a fair comparison.
His eye is the sun, tinted with red, exploding with yellow.
The hairs, ever so fine, sparsely lay upon his face, 
Almost setting boundary lines around his eye....

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When spring arrives you will find
Down where the tulips bloom
A scented breeze that takes its ease
From the narcissus' white perfume

Or in the sky as the geese do fly
On sparsely cloudy skies
Soaking up the sun having all the fun
Amongst the daffodils laughing; run

When that breeze moves the blooms 
To that heavenly scented tune
Look for me amongst the trees
Down where the tulips bloom...

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Eye Candy Sport

Pretty young things fill the caverns of love
Spectators pay to see abortions live
Bets are placed.
Sparsely clad girls with signs march around the rink
Pink, innocent, candy like parades of flesh
On display for all to see
Freedom at play
Skeletons flee the closets
There are no secrets or places left to hide
Eye candy virgins walk the streets at night
As pretty as a picture with a knife...

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When realities fall harshly
upon unbroken tasks...

Love whispers sparsely
spoken through masks...

When I need to get away
from the everyday thing,
I find refuge underneath
a hummingbirds wing....

Momentarily disappearing
within the fantasy of flight,
wrapped in bright plummage
moving faster than light...

Invisible vibrations abnormal to sight,
my refuge thing with a hummingbirds wing......

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He sat alone…..self punishment
His guilt, despair.
A self-loathing serenade
Playing loudly in his head.
He had stolen!!
Not much by some standards
But an unforgiveable offense
At the level of hunger,
At a sparsely set table.
He had taken half
ONLY HALF
Of his little brother’s biscuit
To feed the gnawing 
Of his own hunger.
And now
NOW
He sat alone
Tasting the salty sting
Of remorse.

John G. Lawless
©6/22/2022...

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I have always been reticent
to speak too much.
Blathering out loud is as
leaning on a crutch.

Better too little, too late,
than too much, too soon.

Speak sparsely and plainly 
what you mean to say.
And if poetry be involved,
make it a gift you give away!

Always think things and thoughts through.

And if you do decide to give it away,
Do it today!
Do not wait.
Not too little, too late.

But make it the best
you can do....

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God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!

God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?

Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!

And so the Tower kissed Nadir......

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Everything we know is wrong.
Every spark is truer than fire.
Bring home your tired eyes:
A standard of domestic divinity.
This religious cascade of normalcy.
God has goggles and is passing them out, sparsely.
Keep running for them.
Get tired, then get going.
A limit is a limelight in your memory.
Fortune is like a wild savage burning in a future brain.
Your own true heart sounding insane.
Like a winged organ,
Aloft in the true essence of wonder.
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