Short Stave Off Poems

The hunger
Stave off
The lacklustre
Lust
The collapsing pulse
Fluctuations
The bond
Broken
Flatline....

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Good night dream cake…a taste of you is all I crave
Stave off this want and find your way to my lips
Sweet dream cake...

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Jose's in the snow
Oh don't you know
He shovels it out
But it still comes back down
So he builds snow angels
To stave off the danger
To keep himself sane
And get through the game!

Written for a friend - 02/01/21 - 11:30 AM...

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Treasure the heart, desire the flesh
Gallantry and sin, deeply enmeshed
A man can be both knave and knight
Take what he wants, yet do what is right
Pull down the stars to weave in your hair
Stave off the light to keep you ensnared
Battle your demons, yet relish his own
The heart of a man is a depth unknown...

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At the bottom of the mystery
   that is existence
Beneath all the layers worn
   for subsistence

Under happy and sad faces
   desires to visit strange places
Cravings for praise and approval
   binges blocking weight removal

Without building a solid foundation
It's hard to resist temptation
   ~ not easy to stave off ruination...

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Relations steadfast, sincere
Bonds of love true, unbounded
Break up, rust, soon wear and tear
Over time out of no care;
With trust steady, unbroken
And respect unfeigned, so true
The cracks be mended, tended
To stave off much deeper rifts.


Visual # 2

IMPRESSIONS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Date: 10/20/2020

Second Place...

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Snowdrops like candy, melting on tongues
   Chilly air dancing, filling our lungs
An eagle overhead, feathers bound tight
   Gray skies of winter, transpose into night

Men struggle and strive in the dark to survive
   Warm summer's memories more dead than alive
A crust of stale bread, an ounce of thin gruel
   Stave off for a moment hunger's specter so cruel...

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Running, running, running faster
Trying to stave off disaster
To keep from losing in this race
It's time that I picked up the pace

Breathing, breathing, breathing harder
Hope I don't end up a martyr
My lungs are burning, legs are weak
The finish line is all I seek

Cramping, cramping, cramping woes
I'm losing feeling in my toes
I know it's not a mortal sin
But Hell, I came in last again...

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In the middle of the night
In the middle of a sleep
I was woken up
By a chirping beep.

Each assertive peep
Grated on my brain.
If it kept it up
I would go insane.

We knew what it was – 
Meant to stave off harm
‘Twas the battery
From the smoke alarm.

When the 9 volt dies
It announces such
With annoying chirps
No one likes too much.

So my spouse got up,
Made the beeping cease.
If a fire broke out,
Least we’d die in peace....

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I find sheer joy to wake with you
And feel the ebb of our night’s sleep,
With flesh secure beneath warm sheet
While morning light seeps faintly in,
The dawn obscured by falling snow,
All worldly sound subdued by storm
Though your soft breathing, still relaxed,
Resounds and falls clear in my ear;
I stave off thought of chilly floor
And bundling up,
Hot coffee’s jolt,
Snow shoveling,
Then clearing cars—
No, I prefer to spend this day
Just waking … waking with you....

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Another morning
I have been trying to stave off old age
by avoiding old men in the park who ask me to guess 
their age, empty gums looks like a burnt down
village in Syria, a war that the west has yet to understand
and by dressing young, artistic like with a big scarf 
hiding my turtle throat. 
It is a losing fight like leaking dykes in Holland with holes,
to stick fingers in them won’t last long. Therefore
 I will embrace the day and talk to the old men in the park....

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