Short Stances Poems
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William 'Willem' Dafoe
Can hopefully craft a Minecraft hoe
You might as well should call him 'Billy'
The way his humorous stances are oh so very silly.
She dances she glances
Beyond her shoulder
She peers
Looking back
Her beautiful smile
She poses in the mirror
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He stances he chances
Hoping she’s bolder
He cheers
Bold attack
His heart to beguile
He beckons her come nearer
Proses and poems
Pictured prevail
Emotions emancipated
Feelings of frail
Stances and stanzas
Words weaponry
Therapeutic tensions
Designated decree
Odes of oration
Verses verily victorious
Whimsical writes
Grandeur of glorious
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
A
Force
Beyond
Powerful
Free will liberty
Decisions without hesitate
Unseen elements that control the mankind future
Diversity of stances and beliefs, seize the day to leave a worthy legacy
Example for Destiny or Choices Contest
4-17-2016
Tempers trashing,
ideas clashing,
families fuming,
kinship cooling.
Camaraderie collapsing,
communication lapsing,
schisms scission,
harmony ebbs away,
Fuddy-duddy , so unreal
is the petulant cry;
ungrateful child,the sighing reply,
then stances coagulate and congeal.
Familiar familial !
And proached you in parking lot
while unloading your groceries
and I frowned
would it be different if under same stances
I proached you and
smiled?
Yepperooni, just sayin', be careful
not to throw baby
out with bathwater.
Vice versa, too, is what we struggle with,
Broken ribs and tattoos.
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among other things
Oh how I do wish our stances were changed.
Where we could go otherwise,
I have never met a kindred soul as such.
Our dreams align in the heavens.
The stead we could create,
a complete life,
both longing for the same.
We travel the road congruently,
opposing detours.
Does our destination coalesce?
Will our village arise from the mist?
promiscuous pear prunes
saucy strawberry slew
nosing nimble nude
gaunt gasps grew
lanky lust lurches
outruns vying verge
felon fruits featured
pulse flavors punctured
aiding sassy structure
moaning machine's pleasantries
slays saucy stances
faddy fruits fling
tasty taste trained
clutches emotion's crave.
'20:02:26:14:19
The drawer holds no confusion,
Nor secrecy or calculated space
Of rotting and impure breeding,
Under these invisible under-layers
Of brittle papers and sharp pens.
The drawer has life in the hinges
That speaks of pain at being unopened
And creaks of zealous joy for wrists
That pull love out of insignificance
And approve of unfabricated stances.
Cutting off the taunt lead lines
See how Thy card house just folds
Busted nose, thy marble shrines
now covered with story molds
Hold thyself up full of holes
Stiff lips and wooden stances
Like a dull actor's best roles
Regret thy second chances
Marionettes dance their parts
in our ticker tape parades
upon many jigsaw hearts
thy porcelain feet parades
I’m adjusting fixed positions
On opinions and deductions
From now on breathing other airs
I have a stack of fresh instructions
I let go of once held handle bars
Veering off from straight line steering
Riding curves requiring nerves
Whilst watching stances disappearing
Chancers wait to try it on
Consider risk-maintaining stakes
Ask what can we afford to lose
Whilst still expecting lucky breaks
It is easy to condemn,
Without first talking to them,
And offering an alternative plan.
In a world of infinite possibilities,
If you want your concerns to be heard,
You may need to distance yourself from the herd.
If life to you is precious,
You could try to be less obnoxious,
And look to find more consensus.
To understand the end goal of others,
Could reduce the number of weeping Mothers
And spark an increase in positive stances.
Vacate your apartment
From 8:30 until 4
Was the message in the notice
Hand-delivered to my door.
A crane is being lifted
To the roof so just in case
An accident occurs, we need
An empty living space.
Whoever's job is on the line's
Not taking any chances
And I've been told it's not the time
To take indignant stances.
So if you plan to visit Friday,
You should phone instead
Because I'll be out all day,
Which I prefer to being dead.
Silence soothes the senses with
Sweet sensations showering down
Sweeter than sugar, a seasoning
Saltier than the seas, soft and sensual
Sultry beneath sensitive breaths of
Sunlight sending light to supply a
Subtle and splendid supplication to
Share spiritual stances with souls
Slaving, surviving, seeing past the
Sincerity in serenity, sparkling scenes
Seeing spent ideas swaying with
Signs that a sweetheart sings sweetly
I think it’s time I stopped paying attention
To those who suffer from **** retention,
Who are stuck in a rut of raw vengeance
Penning verses out of jealous vehemence,
And lashing out with tirades of cattiness
Written with their characteristic nastiness,
Seems they cannot abide my liberal stances
They’d rather regress than make advances,
They tout protecting their individual liberty
No concern for what’s good for you and me.
written January 20, 2022