Short Troves Poems

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a mermaid’s tail,
Along waves through troves
And rocky coves.

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a fairytale.
Seems I found the world of my dreams,
As my ship is sunken by oceanic seams....

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Once treasure stored in sacred troves,
now ashes in abandoned stoves,

and yet we look for Phoenix rising,
renew a flame uncompromising,

so we may seek in storm and rain,
to gather treasure once again....

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gifts of gold fall all around me
never ending precious bounty
covet this and looseits value
treasure troves are all around you
see them and forever bask
in lifes so unfamiliar task
to enjoy the gifts of grace
while they shine upon your face...

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There will never 
Be sufficient down pour
In washing away your crucial absence
Even word smith falls short in lessening the pain
Primal lesson in contact with you, one is squandered
In treasured troves, expense of your beaded words
Will pay to shine ones soul's mane
Without you life neither was nor
Ever will be the same...

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History, treasure troves, tales about gold
If I were a pirate a 100 years ago
The pilot of a ship
I would make my enemies walk the plank!
In the water they would take a dip!

Once in a while, my crew and I,
Will have a party
In which we will dance 

I will also own a talking parrot
Who tells stories,
From his time in France!...

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Pavers of life worn down with ware
Solid blocks built upon, set with care
October years spent mending the cracks
that Septembers years most surely lacked

Crossing the yellow lines
with a quivering spine
as November draws nearer 
December years decline

Autumns harvest of memory troves
feels winters cold remembrance slow
Golden nostalgia, like falling leaves,
too briskly escapes in winters breeze

 © Debra Squyres...

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Autumn colours drift down like aubergine 
Catch carelessly a crimson columbine 
Chestnut leaves flutter 

Auburn tinctures drop down like treasure troves 
Gather gently from glossy golden groves 
Amber blades clutter 

Sepia hues dance down like floating planes
Amass amply those amazing remains 
Ginger fronds putter

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08.15.2020


Contest: Tail Rhyme Stanza poetry 
Sponsor: Emile Pinet 


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Listen to poem:

Iambic Sighs
David J Walker

What a cruel damn thing
	Life can seem
Before you fly

I know
	What where goes
And when goes
	And there goes
With treasure troves 
of why

I know
	Which wind blows
On down lows
	And in flows
On outflows 
And iambic sighs

I know
	Of back hoes
And bulldoze
	And fast slows
And good pose 
	And bad prose
And a second-place prize
 
What a cruel damn thing
	Life can seem
And then we say 
Our goodbyes...

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