Short Travail Poems

CAFE SOCIETY
Tired
after
her travail-
a happy hour
'gal...

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Tired
after
her travail-
a happy hour
'gal

Plum Brandy by Manet...

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Tired after her travail-
                                a happy hour'gal...

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A
break in
their travail-
for a quiet
time.

Ekphrasis -The Angelus by Millet...

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CAFE SOCIETY

Tired
after
her travail-
a happy hour
'gal

Plum Brandy by Manet...

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In travail
Mother cries
Baby born

In hunger
Newborn cries
Tender care

Bond of love
Forged in womb
Warm kisses


28th January 2023


Form: Tricube...

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to strive n fail at lifes travail,
i know the path you speak,
yet i know the struggle failed,
we altogether seek.

we go on...not weak...
pardon ...

re Catie Lindsays "Outlands"

Don...

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NIGHT
 fog
frost
Torment

&Worry

 DAY
 snow
lightning
  Fire

 &Distress

GRIEF
  angst
 sorrow
 Disgrace

&Ridicule

COURAGE
travail
persistent
 faith

&God

JOY
praise
 worship
prayer

 of Thankfulness...

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LOST WHILE WILD BIRDS FOLLOW

travail against lots
dirty feet on clean soil rots
broken paths unrighteousness
leaving trails of bread
praying for man to follow
while birds eat of the remains


Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
9/1/18...

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Reading Braile
of love n loss n misery,
life in its travail,
have to keep the mindset  busy,
and hope it doesn't fail,
never stop a looking,
cos you know this heart’s so frail...
romance can make you dizzy,
 you’re only reading braile.
Don Johnson...

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Birth*
new life
hope at work…
God’s might against
death!

Breathe
God’s gift
for service…
…to selfishness
die.

*Galatians 4:19 My little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Christ be formed in you.

March 6, 2019...

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The old women
As a white candle
In a holy place, 
So is the beauty
As an angel aged face.

As the radiance 
Of the winter sun,
So is a woman 
With her travail done.

Her brood gone from her,
And her thoughts as still 
As the waters 
Under a ruined mill....

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Alliteration  TROUBLES-

terrible troubles travail totally
tired troubles turn tightly

tough troubles travel truthfully
while tattered troubles tell tragically

as those terrible troubles travail totally  today

8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©...

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Hill by hill, a travail climbing.
Which new outlooks give birth to
Wider, brighter, a mountain valley's.
Deep sighing, as we breathe through.

On a grander appreciative scale
Those life-stepped that culminate
Heaven-reached, soul-released, eying
Earth; rained on compassionate....

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Have you ever heard of a rasping rhapsody
It is sung over the blue mountains in agony
Where broken hearts wail
And speak of their travail
As they wait for the Divine Kiss
Where He meets them in a Secret Tryst
Setting them free from all their pain
Till their rasping turns into a melodious strain....

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AWAKE!

Forebear I beg if I am found obtuse
Not turning from the indigent I see
Should I aver egregious a view
They be ascribed a sloth delirium

My comments here may seem not delicate
Yet if I choose travail  to consecrate
Would you in intercession mediate
Bring those in need restored awakening...

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Heaven or Hell
Written: by Tom Wright
2/20/2013 

We must all travail our lifespan,
To receive a boarding pass;
Or to the fire from fry-pan,
Where souls will go en masse;
God granted option at the cross,
To select our destination;
Accepting, he forgives our dross,
And ensures us of salvation;
...

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The clock ticks and cock crows. 
What a trick that triggers 
How time flies and days flee...? 
In travail you crossed the White Sea beyond, 
leaving us with the route that has its roots 
At the foot of the cross, and its crux in Christ. 
It’s like decades 
When you left without facades 
In your journey through the cascades of life....

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A woman in travail, to give birth, 
above her head a crown of twelve stars. 
Clothed with the Sun, 
the moon at her feet.
 
The day the Universe changed.
The day the water broke,
the banks.
Of Evermore.
The Manchild to come.
Restore.
Come to overtake the gamblers
abetting against Heavens ranks.
Waging wages against its humble
and poor....

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Travail is what binds us,
The broken hearts we share--
And so it is we travel thus
In longing and despair.
Yet for the night that lingers so,
The road still winding on--
There is one thing I breathless know,
That dark precedes the dawn.
And for the hope of daybreak,
That it will intercede--
I once more smiling waken
Yet unwilling to concede....

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Besieged
by Michael R. Burch

Life—the disintegration of the flesh
before the fitful elevation of the soul
upon improbable wings?

Life—it is all we know,
the travail one bright season brings ...

Now the fruit hangs,
impendent, pregnant with death,
as the hurricane builds and flings
its white columns and banners of snow

and the rout begins....

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When far away
erasing footsteps
your silence is my voice-
the moment of recline
my buoyancy
blessing you with sleep.
So sleep-
but this time
refrain from flying
or standing at Earth's center
breathing in and out
fiery travail.
There are magic swords
and dragon wings
wide as eternity
but only in dreamless sleep
can I quietly hold
and love you....

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E-ver obedient to the Almighty, 
M-inister of God shows meekness; 
I-n spite of hard persecution, 
L-ife's trials, travail, and distress.

S-unday morn May twenty-eighth
A-ims to meet the skyway; 
N-ever will the fold forget
T-o greet him a happy birthday.
I-n fulfilling his divine duty, 
A-ll we hope for is victory; 
G-od will never leave him, 
O-bedient to the Almighty....

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This is my companion
 to the left of me.
 Everlong by my side
 in lifes travail
 and heart to heart
 in worlds apart.
 This is my guardian 
and my servant dearest 
whatever his size.
 This is my watcher
 by the windowpane
 foretelling the visitors 
and mocking the postman 
in his luminesce apparel.
 This is my nights last seen face 
and my mornings first pace. 
This is my companion, 
my dog....

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TODAY   AND   TIME   PAST

I  feel  the wind SWEEP up the brae:
SWEEP    I  my  gaze into  far ago.
FAR   the stars of  Christmas  are,   long away
CHRISTMAS   some  two thousand years or so.

YEAR’S  darkest  evening is here.
HERE  is my family  -   safe from harm.
FAMILY  hands reach for  the warming fire,
HANDS   at travail  in this  hill farm.



(For Dr. Ram Mehta’s contest  CHRISTMAS WREATH)...

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