Short Take Leave Poems
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Edges appear
As what is happening..
Seeming as differences
Dividing no-thing..
Sharp and soft
As beauty displays..
And deceiving when
Edges assert
And seem to take leave
From what is happening...
No matter how famous we become or what we achieve
We all meet the same fate, no one gets a reprieve
Be they, king or pauper
Or some rich man's daughter
We're all gone and forgotten when we finally take leave
No matter how famous we become or what we achieve
We all meet the same fate, we don't get no reprieve
Be they king or pauper
Or some rich man's daughter
We're all gone and forgotten when we finally take leave
Relatives just visited that I haven't seen for a while
Actually wasn't too impressed, they have a different style
Sense of humour was strange
My patience was drained
Wanted these retards to take leave of our domicile
Before we all take leave,
we should have goals to achieve.
Did we do all we can
during this finite lifespan?
If we still have a long way to go,
let's do something in order to grow.
Allow our better side to show.
Inspired by another member's poem.
Moral Ambiguity and Perpetuity
Trump has turned into a terrible tactician
Trails he will take leave us with suspicion,
Due to what is now his poor visual acuity
Along with moral ambiguity and perpetuity;
In White House started another stupid tradition.
James Thesarious Nefarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Let us not say
what could have been
revisiting a limb
up high
that petite
racing hearts
of tiny little
birds alone
would dare
take leave
together, and fly --
let us not say
for fear of soaring
fear of falling
we never gave love
a try
let us not say
let us not say
a safe but sorry
firmly grounded
goodbye --
YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE?
No, no, I take leave
To refuse to disbelieve !
Shriek out in protest at the infidel :
If no true love exists
Life is bleak subsistence!
Speak out! A soul hungers for communion,
Not a lone freak peregrination, alone
Down cold clay-heavy steps
In a black tunnel to drown
In a dead end in the ground.
Halloween rogues place outhouse upside down.
Nighttime, white sheets ghosts ride broomsticks sky high.
Felines cry topmost gates - they wail all-round,
while wives, mates make pleas, moans, a grief-worn sigh.
Sweet treats may stay ill used jokes - least homes try.
Porch lights turnoff - no bold gnomes, please, so late.
Take leave, new hallowed year-end night needs wait.
While lying on my side in bed
I stare through windowpane and shade
And watch the autumn season fade
With every falling golden dead;
And with each leafs descent to ground
A sadness seeps into my soul.
I turn around then lose control
And shed my tears without a sound.
Why must this season loveliness
Take leave from me each passing year
And take with it all I hold dear
And leave me with this emptiness?
His work is known around the Earth
This ploughman lad of lowly birth
He wooed and won the lassies braw
His Jean the fairest of them aw
He honoured such as mice and men
And friendship flowed beneath his pen
Of parity and justice wrote
A line that I take leave to quote
“That man to man the world o’er
shall brothers be...” can’t ask for more.
Diverse his works, out of his time
The man who gave us “Auld Lang Syne"
In staid stillness let us receive
with gratitude, each breath we take,
making mind tranquil like a lake,
negating schemes ego does weave,
for whose demise we need not grieve,
that in quietude we awake,
in staid stillness.
Burden of fear we chose to heave
was evidently a mistake,
which at soonest, we'd best forsake,
compelling ego to take leave,
in staid stillness.
12-October-2022
Rondine
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@ 8 syllables per line
Song bird, Song Bird
take leave of flight,
Sweet new morning,
Serenade in the light...
Herald, in this bright sunlight...
this song you sing
harmonise mornings first light...
Song bird, Song bird
you are the sky within...
...my heart receives your delicate notes,
like trinkets on gentle breeze...
Song bird, Song bird
take leave of flight,
You nurture our nature,
Song bird, Song bird,
Your morning awaits,
Song bird, Song bird,
You are the sky within...
Sometimes a breeze can be
a pleasurable presence.
It makes the curtains shimmy as
it creeps into my room.
They ripple with a twitch and flutter now,
pleasant with a warmish ruffle.
But that breeze becomes a wind,
the curtains wobble, riffle, ripple.
Warmth has become wintry:
a wobble and a ruffle bestow
violence now with a blow.
Close that window and tell
that gust to go, quit, take leave.
Yes, it does have a name I try not to utter.
(30 Nov 2024)
The smile is still there hovering,
gaze beyond the now
to a place where love resides
with no questions like why?
There is more why not’s in the air.
Look at life as a precious gem,
a jewel bestowed on the chosen ones..
It's not a rushed affair
not a place where short cuts lead to grace.
Every step you take leave prints behind and
every breath you take brings you closer to the divine.
Contest: Praises of LIfe Precept
Prior Cause, or your God!
2nd place
Life...Tell me that you like me
Breeze...Whisper sweet nothings in my ears
Rainfall...Gift me mist and fog
Silken sheets...Soak up my tears
Memories...Bless me with sweet reveries
Trials...make me a better man
Age...Give me wisdom please
Time...make me the best I can
Patience...Tell me I have naught but time
Anger...Please take leave of me
Peace...Be a constant companion of mine
And love...I know it’s asking a lot, but
…`make me the best lover I can be...