Short Troves Poems
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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.
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
Form:
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
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!
Romance and Spiritual Love
are not one and the same
two often flying like twin doves
this seen is only game
One carnal commences
putting up defences
other has no fences
Though both are treasure troves, unglove
Romance and Spiritual Love
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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
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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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