Short Spruced Poems

A polar bear seeking a mate
Spruced up his fur coat for a date.
Alas, his sweetheart
Had drifted apart
For sadly, he'd left it too late!

19.02.19

 'Pithy Pants 2 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Maureen McGreavy...

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Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants


Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).  
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In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained
    the curiosity from eager brains

  Then off to college most folks go
    where Truth is disseminated from Moscow

  A nursing home's a spruced-up jail
    from which residents would love to bail ...

  In between, we're on the job every day
    where we're overworked and underpaid...

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Santa Baby won't you give me some candy tonight
Santa Baby won't you let sit on your lap snuggle 
Up close and kiss goodnight

Santa Baby I need some Christmas lovin' you see
Santa Baby how neat that you came in a box
Spruced up just for me..

Santa Baby won't you give me some candy tonight...
Nite Nite....

In honor of Carolyn..

You know.....

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My garden






Roses peeped in all grace
as waved the white scented flowers,
Irises spruced up on tall stalks
as crocuses stood like trumpets,
Blue bells spruced a frilly lace
and glamourised the heavenly place,
Red and yellow on green grass
floated to garnish the palette,

Of colourful lovely garden,
the vibrant mind garden !!




Written August 28th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma...

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Upon arrival Forest Antler Ghost of the Oaks shook the leaves
She tweaked some of the mosses, so they were a bit springier
She gave love to the woodland violets and mushrooms
The north wind and the oaks always sensed her arrival.
They spruced themselves up a bit; the faeries were unsure
They felt something but were not able to fully see her.
The elves brownies and forest imps figured it out first,
mayhap due to their close affinity with woods....

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Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection
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