Short Tenders Poems

Blaze
Fire tenders
Rush to control
Burns, Smoke, Death, Grief
Irreparable

Irreparable
Damage, Damages
air, water, power
high winds, climate change
Hot...

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OLD SOLitary Lovers

Sun worshippers these sunflowers
turning their backs on their tenders
lolling in the squinting rays of sunrise
stretching to catch last touch of sunset
sadly hanging their heads at dusk.


John G. Lawless
7/23/2015...

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She is kindness personified 
graceful and truly present 
in my heart and in yours 

Thoughtful and reflective 
she writes, what she sees 
from the tenders of her soul 

Sara is a poetry soup member 
who is very special to me, 
she is a joy to have around 

Love, 
Mystic Rose 
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Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I hide
In the bathroom for a while
The ketchup bottles are empty
The ice buckets must be full
Children scream for chicken tenders
Food is fried in peanut oil
Make sure to write on the ticket
If someone has an allergy
Or they might break out in hives
And their meal will be free
Which means
No money for me...

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Cold haze
slow releases
from naked trees
long barren
austere
that squirrel
poised
on a
narrow fence
twitching precision
left right
abrupt and
December’s day
briefly kind
pithy benevolence
lets April play
transcendent
though brief
this reprieve
tenders
far distant
birds jubilant song
serene.


(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)...

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In my moment of madness 
When I speak in oblivion 
And my actions of incensed rage forever taunt my thoughts 
Haunting me beyond a lifetime 
Thou is my curse!

In my moment of magic 
When anger stirs my heart 
Simmering close, I fear to speak 
But then from the crevices of my soul 
Imperial Love tenders my foe 
Oh! safe haven. Thou is my true salvation 
Have peace my heart....

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fingers falling on letter'd keys, 
abbreviations of time?
question me please.
inspiration spreads its wings,
cloned out by ancient disease.
voice of reason tenders whores,
shallow words,
they so adore.
...

the sun aroused 
by the moon,
for going
down,
way
to
soon.

...

just an ode to shallow
I prepared in the gallows.

by a palm of dreams
or
a world of wit?
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Yellow, a sunny color -
bittersweet brightness of life.
Wild dandelion its flower,
brilliant in grandson’s eyes.

Watching the Summer spin,
fragile twirling and bend.
Pandemic’s Kindergartner plucks bouquet -
tenders it to grandma.

Isolation had its moments -
streets with no cars,
chasing a lemon butterfly.
“Oh, it flied away.”

His skateboard in pause,
as our lives were,
but in home’s vase,
weeds quickly passed away.
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