Short Spate Poems

Thou bequeathed of love and spate
Worthy of thy faith, all love on crate...

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a cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
again

plaited weeds
 stream forth
'neath the spate...

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thunderous black clouds 
                                     sinuous blinding lightning
                                     river swells in spate...

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As the dust of hope abates. 

I see what I trust, as I am hit with a spate. 

Tricks of despair, they inspire. 

Me to resist what they conspire....

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River in spate
Ruler’s great  speech
Our fate unhinged.

Afternoon  sun
Only son comes
When none expects.

The pain that sends
A chill bends will
And rends the heart....

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re-post inspired by Ricks theme

The
rainstorm
overnight
burst the shallow
dyke-
the
raging
river in
overflowing
flood
streamed
forth long
weeds plaited 
now beneath the
spate....

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upwelling 
of consciousness 
short
       so sweet 
a stream 
      in full spate 
words
syntactical structures 
enigma 
and
        imagery
as..
      thoughts 
are. ..
      made 
           aloud...

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He thinks of better women
She thinks of lesser men
	the kids think
    Two Christmases!
Neither thinks of them
	but he won't budge
      cause she'd get half
	and she won't budge
      cause she'd only get half...

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The
rainstorm
overnight
burst the shallow
dyke-
the
raging
river in
overflowing
flood
streamed
forth long
weeds plaited 
now beneath the
spate.


Image inspired by an image from the writing of George Eliot...

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In the background as I walk
Her voice decorates the scene
The soft spate of her breath
In the background as I walk
All falls serene when she talks
‘Twas an honor unforeseen
In the background as I walk
Her voice decorates the scene...

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Our love flows tidal wave
Carrying us both along
One is pulling out to sea
Another pushing ashore
Sailing under burning sun
Below the glowing moon
In spate, capsizing doubt
Navigating every coast
Floating above everything
Arriving mainland soon...

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August were the moments we partook
During the preceding night
My eyes dissolved into cacophonies
Of everlasting rivulets
Fate never before
Had glistened so vividly
The beauteous exchange
‘twas the spate of arias betwixt us
Gradually the nexus continued to cleave...

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   wholly                                        state
                         gentrified
   holey                                         spate
                         sanctified
   holy                                           stake
                         genocide...

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Why such disgust on our last date?
I earned your trust; you made me wait
by piles of rust outside your gate.
Lie in the dust of your own hate,
sigh if you must, ruing your fate.
Spy me nonplussed under such weight
cry in a gust, a stormy spate.
My cause is just - is it too late?...

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The old reflecting on the past,
dreams of youth and images
of what was and is no more,
framed as clear as yesterday
laid down in perfect memory.
A stream in full spate and yet
in the shallows, the bottom of self
something inchote yet troubled
a spring of cleaner,deeper inspiration....

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Of late
No spate

Flow rate
Not great

Two trips
Just drips

Still urge
To purge

Turn, toss
Sleep loss

Do care,
Eight rare

Doc backs
Flowmax

True fact:
Clear tract

Unfroze
Fire hose

All night 
Sleep right

Pee great,
See straight!

Big grin,
Sleep win!...

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I have again become empty 
by undoing
a disturbing thought.

Unsexing 
the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.

Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.

Little tears 
come down from the swollen
river in spate.

Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.


Satish Verma...

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While life was in its spring, a stream in full spate down memory lane from a bygone time and place that experience articulated into voices of poetry.Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on rich in melody, a poesie of flowers floating on summer air and yet..such conceits can be but a bittersweet fancy 'twixt verse and poetry....

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A glimmer a shimmer
And then a throb
I reveled on the throes of the Orb
Resplendent in the spectrum of seven
Deciphered i the contours of heaven
Twin spherical conjoined at eight
Edged me towards the ethereal gate
And  stepped as i on the celestial portal
Sure...these numbers were never in spate--- 






(c)copyright-vijay nair...

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inspired by Ricks contest theme

Winter melts and seeps deep below,
permeates cathedrals with snow,then
in spate,nature's blood in flood .
A babbling burn in feathered ferns
to riverine unseen,a stream of 
freshwater clean.
In rivers soil silts against sloping banks
the current slows into eddys,
where fat chubb doze,
deep waters flow ,below...

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Tableau Poetry Contest                 Sponsored by: Joseph May
Written: August 15, 2023
Picture number: 3
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Moon shines—white jade plate.
Swish as broad sky mime.
Two palm tree twigs spate.
Toads and moon rays chime.
Where flickers share gate
Poised shore smells sublime....

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The dusk to come. And on water - white light,
 The canoe is sliding. And was dressed July,
 Into whisper of the sand. And the water was spate.
 And the moon sat down on a squat to await,
 Or the oars along the river, or the strange fish a whale.
 Along island of reeds someone slowly sailed,
 In canoe without knowing the woes.
 Its seems: all the life- is Time of white water on earth....

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Winter melts and seeps deep below,permeates cathedrals with snow,in spate 
nature's blood in flood .In moorland gorse new springs become a tumbling 
source.A babbling burn in feathered ferns to riverine unseen,a stream of 
freshwater clean.In rivers soil silts against sloping banks and the current slows 
into eddys, where fat chubb doze.Deeper waters then running free,winding slowly 
to the sea....

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Life is a river in spate, with froth, noise and rapid pace, some currents are eddy, some flow so smooth, on its journey to the vast ocean. Do not resent the knots that block the flow, for the more knots you undo, wiser you become.

fortunes good and bad
life is shuffling the card game
learn to play not blame


“Haibun- Pick your theme” poetry contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
Written 26/07/2020...

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Bonnie and Clyde prowled the country in a V-8 Ford on a robbing and killing spree!

   They met their doom on a rural road by cops concealed behind rock and tree!

Per Undertaker "Boots" Bailey, the bodies were shot so often by cops lying in wait,

   That the embalming fluid kept leaking from the holes as he tried to stem the spate!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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