Short Stave Off Poems
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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
To stave off pecuniary penury
and avoid pangs of hunger
then on his last legs
the cooper when younger
constructed oak casks lock stock and kegs
which he filled full to the gills
with fish fit for shooting
or monkeys for fun
and sold all for cash as non-polluting
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
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
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.
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IMPRESSIONS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Date: 10/20/2020
Second Place
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
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
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.
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.
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.