Short Taper Poems

Spears piercing through all of the pears, 
Taper as they pin to each paper....

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Taper your senses
Choose a way to plan your path.
Climb your own fences
Crack the ice and then laugh.
Sew the fate of your choice,
Don't turn you into them.
Every person has a voice,
And darling, yours is a gem....

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At Birth
By: Tom
11-6-2019

Each life is like a taper seen burning bright,
Consuming our wick illuminating the night.

By mid life we’ve reached our burns climax,
Later comes a flicker, then a puddle of wax.
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Where do 
I go in dark ?
There  was no moon
no taper.       

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The petals, 
unspeak, fall 
from the endowed, 
forehead of goddess !

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Do you believe- 
in omens ?
Between right and wrong 
I am crumbling.


Satish Verma...

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Tantalising shadows
taper moonlight lovebirds
tender coo and sigh that
trace heartbeat neap tide verve
tango tingled eye beams
tease nocturnal haunt’s oath 
to otherworld eros

Date written : 27th April 2021
      
      Contest : Pleiades T Poetry Contest...

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On the edge,
you receive the onslaught
of moonlight.

Drummed and sawed, 
you take up the challenge
and move on.

In rains 
the dreams wash the rainbow
inviting the Iris.

Tonight, you 
will have an audience
will the estranged god.

A taper 
in the sun wants its
place on the moon.


Satish Verma...

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This word fits,
with the other one,
and that other one,
with these two,
I have chosen more,
and all seem to belong,
to where they are shored,
you now read them all,
does anything in your mind,
ring and heavily fall,
whatever you understood,
did you get time to brood,
now put them back on paper,
and let me see,
how much did I taper....

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Working Out


Decades ago
presidential elections were
every four years

Rest between sets
quiet days ward off
carabolic states

Now, the madness starts
on the first 
Wednesday of November

Taper before the race
hydrate and carbo load
stretch and relax

Newscasters make predictions
hours after inauguration
“who is the fittest?”...

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Cold dew drops cover the grass
Brisk air lingers, like feelings around
Some things seem to hold no class
Bare trees are all to be found
Fallen leaves like ripped paper
Lay in pieces on the ground
Old thoughts begin to taper
When suddenly the sun shines
Golden rising above distant trees
I hold onto only what is mine
In this silent moment, before it flees

Heidi Sands

11/4/17...

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(SHORT) SONG OF AN OLD GROUCH

Itty bitty pretty kitty
Sing a sentimental ditty

Furry puppy woofy wuffy
Wrapped in toilet tissue fluffy

Daffodilly bright and frilly
Flutter like a girl’s Chantilly

Maids in dresses white with lace
Smiles as void as outer space

Package them in fresh brown paper
Tie with string - and light with taper

Free of all that cuteness sweet
Give me plate of raw red meat...

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Living in a cyst, it 
would explore the breast.
The black ethics goes beyond
the bounds of mystique of
non-movement.

A while away
a conflict comes out of the body.
Melts into a face.
There is no flesh, no skin.
Only transgression, holding my hands.

There were no arguments.
Only speech punctuated by silent sobs.
A taper standing in a gale.
The shadow flies like an arrow into
the pitcher of hemlock.


Satish Verma...

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Subtle sounds are all around us
A kind of silence one can’t hear.
A child’s soap-pipe-bubbles bursting
or some lovers eyes shedding tears.
One does not hear a falling snowflake
nor nature’s music of the spheres
for so many go unnoticed
it’s as though we all lack ears.
Silence is a lone taper flame,
a dim flickering solitaire
smouldering on its waxen wick
to a slow deafened melody
extinguished before it is heard....

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March 9th 2015
Written: by Tom Wright

Before sunrise came was morning drizzle,
Gloomy days cause serious thought taper.
 Often causing my temperament to sizzle, 
Soon worthy thoughts appear as vapor.

I relish not days that too oft depress,
For it plucks from me a blissful feeling.
While worthwhile thoughts it may suppress,
It, in no way, hampers me from kneeling.


Finding Joy in all things,
It isn’t your day lord, but me.
Tom
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Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.

Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.

Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as you swaddle my tender babe tonight
through open window, Silvery Moon.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 7, 2012
Inspired by Babyface (Carl Sandburg)...

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