Short Squandering Poems
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Life
beautiful, amazing
praying, saving, believing
community, family, friends, nature
squandering, fighting, abusing
difficult, short
death
Aug. 8, 2022 7.57pm
Ah! 'Life Stands And Delivers'
What about this!?
Rationalizing is in between stinginess and squandering
With respect to mediateness.
Bravery is in between cowering and recklessness
Tolerance is in between …
And so on.
ideas jumped onto her head and back
Slid down her neck like wood ticks off of oak trees
She discounted them all
Wasting an IQ of 145,
Squandering a brilliant mind
Full of ideas
Due to the lack of confidence in herself.
Orange leaves were falling over her
While sitting in the wooden bench
Waiting besides the mail box
For a promised letter
That never arrived
To trembling hands
Squandering
Precious
Time
1-29-2016
flesh
flesh
flesh
flesh
piles of tons of flesh
and I have only 71 kg and something shakes me
pushes me to do things
without the hesitation
free to choose the words
and I realized
that is a big squandering
in all this flesh.
Her moose is loose and wandering,
her peace of mind he's squandering,
if he don't get back here
sometime later this year,
she'll just have to do her own laundering!
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...my friend Juvie and her missing muse!
Philosophy loves looking
Pondering of none but the mystery
That--
Wholesome loving--
Be wholly bolstering
Growth is dying at greater lighting,
O' grandiose
Instrumental Melody:
As stars' gleaming squandering
Therein--restful bedazzling.
rich,
opulence, prosperous
acquiring, amassing, accumulating
affluence, luxury, insolvency, pauperism
squandering, depleting, repriving
destitute, poverty
poor
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Spendthrift...Skinflint
spendthrift
extravagant, wasteful
buying, shopping, squandering
presents, parcels, deposits, interest,
counting, banking, hoarding
tightfisted, miserly
skinflint
Tattered Grey -
It bends against an unkind wind;
An ugly thing so commonplace,
Against a leaky corner.
A thing so grand has never been
So thin -
And yet it hangs;
Against the heavens weathered attempts
To prove it wrong.
It lasts so long -
Holds tightly, oh so tightly;
Not squandering it’s mighty will -
Duct tape on a windowsill.
Sinking into the soil of his egocentric ocean
Snarled and sniveled the cephalopod mollusk
Since to be worthy of his charming prey
Sensation beaming from his passion blasting
Suspending her from being aware of drowning
Stunning to sight her lapse into squandering
Sloshing in intense sadness and deceitfulness
Written: April: 03, 2022
Those squandered times,
I’ve realized,
were not moments
of self-inflicted wounds,
rather, pieces
of the present wholeness.
But I’ve had enough.
Though my crimes are lesser
than these bastards on the news—
through my false abstention—
yet, I am me,
just unique in the sins
that forged me.
This I learned,
forced upon me:
no more squandering of moments
when you are old.
July 27,2026
If I could take a step away
In hopes of seeing
From the outside
Of where I stand
Without the perception
Of a mortal life
Or the blink of this existence
Soar into the heavens
View mother earth from a distance
See ourselves for who we are
Ethereal miracles
Squandering potential
Bloodthirsty savages
I'd lose faith in an instant.
I'd hope for her,
To wash our stain away.
2000 years later
Man's still not changed.
Form:
If I did not believe it to be true
You have enjoyed observing
Your actions have been prejudice to me
Skeletons of our history
Not once did you confess
That you missed me
Such a squandering instant
Your love for me
Was only an illusion of my imagination
And what thoughts of you
Was truly misplaced and mistaken
A decade of...
Disintegrated, dismembered, and fragmentary assurance
All the while you only seeked
After my ruin.....
He was chasing the white dragon
as he sat puffing on his hubby bubbly
soon he was afloat in a world of dreams
not a care in the world for his family
who would, again, go hungry this night
He sat squandering his and their lives
carried of into obliquity by the heroin
his two daughters crying with hunger
still he puffed on, lost, lost to them all
consumed by the white fiery dragon
An addict to the power of the drugs
forever lost to their grasping clutch
written 08/07/2013
everyone likes to think
everyone loves to think
that they don't need to
know
what's so important
as a venus fly trap
snapping that i
already don't
know
that i even
asked but
i thought
it was slow
and painless
so i wrote it
not thinking
thoughts could
be caught
and my words
twisted and
taken to
fahrenheit
in different
degrees and can
be still
thought
below freezing
without
the breath
of you saying
no
but
worse
yes
Form:
I shiver uncomfortably in this freezing tundra
Marveling at all the warm days I squandered
Totally wasted, not valuing them at all
For their warm sunshine and their pretty flowers
Days in June, July, August, and September.
If I had back just one of these days would I squander it?
Or would I appreciate her? Would I be wise enough
To sit in the sun and bask in her hours?
Or would I waste her, taking her for granted,
Forgetting there are months of this freezing tundra?
Be Ye Ready
Written: by Tom Wright
5/20/2016
Some are squandering their days looking forward,
And for the present, they’re giving little thought.
Thoughts lingering on the ugliness of their past,
And the heartache that those actions have brought;
You can’t alter matters concealed in bygone days,
And God alone discerns each one’s days upcoming.
So it behooves us to live daily as were it to be our last,
Trouble not of tomorrow or whether it’s coming;
Get data smart, don't let them start.' Such Intended centers, strike at the real heart' of all
Eco-log-istics, and world climate resolutions.' Resultant scars on the earth would
Be a hostile intrusion, defacing and squandering available and sustainable resources..I point out the trampling
And tearing of our
Earth.' We must apply all our recourses.'
To arrest such desecration, resist in all
And any manner, be firm stand fast and
Into this machinery, lets throw every
Bloody spanner !