Short Waring Poems
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the waring sign
is near this time
so don be blind
so be kind
get aborad the line
of hevenly with no fear
THE
END OF TIE IS NEAR
Patience is peace
Hurrying to worry
It’s like waring with the passing time
God is with the one in patience
Another name for God is Harry
Then Harry is with the one in no hurry
A well endowed young lady from Waring
At her assets men were always staring
What a magnificent rack
Like two bald heads in a sack
Wearing low tops really was daring
Jan Allison
13th November 2014
Sadly NOT for contest!
Pharaoh's life teaching a lesson for the waring world,
Pharaoh feared children and killed them all,
But in Pharaoh's courts rolled Moses ball,
Pharaoh feared seeing Children's face,
The Children feared now seeing Pharaoh's rotten face,
In Cairo's museum!
Big malls and mega-stores, equals small houses,
With Waring spouses,
And children often the losers.
Making cents, not sense,
Politicians talking nonsense,
About skyrocketing rents.
When will the penny drop,
About the way we shop,
So, we can wear collars less hot.
Love is what makes the Earth be
Love makes the two waring states live
Love is what makes my mum bore me
Don't hate love because it makes the cruelest the kindest
Love liveth to conquer deception
Love goes in there fine, I tell you
For making all these come to be
And it gives my family a perpetual smile
"My tumb finger waiting to put a
sindoor in ur forehead, index finger
is waiting to put a dot in ur swt
dimple chick, middle finger is
waiting to help u to hold the nouse
ring while u r waring it, ring finger is
waiting to get a ring frm u and little
finger is waiting to hold ur little
finger forever....."
Haunted eyes stare through me,
Searching, longing, lost at sea,
Soundless cries echo within,
A prisoner in her own skin.
Hidden traumas itch and gnaw,
While the circling buzzards caw,
hands wave from a waring mind,
As she leaves the world behind.
A glitched heart stained in pain,
Just three steps before insane,
Gritted sickness, snatch and grab,
A pretty present on a slab.
God simply whispered,
“...be light…”! and here we all are:
all engaged in war:
A world created in love;
Peacefully from up above:-
Why can’t we not see,
A world given you and me,
to live in all free?
Satin’s only role for us,
Is awareness of disgust:-
War, Satin’s disgust:
The self-destruction of us;
Waring dawn to dust:-
This evil must now cease;
Praising God in loving peace!
God simply whispered,
“...Be light…”! And here we all are:
All engaged in war:
A world created in love;
Peacefully from up above:-
Why can’t we not see,
A world given you and me,
to live in all free?
Satin’s only role for us,
Is awareness of disgust:-
War, Satin’s disgust:
The self-destruction of us;
Waring dawn to dust:-
This evil must now cease;
Praising God in loving peace!
A Sunny Day
Very hot
Taking shower in sweat
Helpless souls
A loud noice
Like worriers stepping into a battle field
In some far
Somewhere beyond the eye sight
It rained sudden
A heavy down fall
Forcing to withdraw the Sunny rays
Over the heads from the wide Sky
Cooling hearts of all souls
Thanking for each drop of rain
Falling on their sweating bodies
All he and she souls!
Mother darkness has descended
The Clouds are forming
The fog sets in
Children are crying
While Syria is dying.
Mother I am so tired of all this suffering
Why, wont these politicians
Stop the waring
Cant they see that its not the world
That is ending but souls are decaying.
Mother I need to write them a love song
Hoping one day
We would all learn to get along
As we all want too belong.
Slowly an eyelid opens droggy still trying to focus to see
If yesterday's hell is today's surprise. What agony the subconscious
Endures so that society can feel safe all while still Being able to judge.
The Emptyness within is the lie that conformity bakes the will of the rebellious.
The beating, blazing, blinding, enigma of fire and ice
Dictating each decision each choice forever waring like two starving strays
Fighting for survival.
Memories a whole montage
Seems l am now drowing in
If l could get a grip take charge
But l don't know where to begin
Any oppertunites myself l sabatage
At times feel like a waste of skin
Once again the negitive guy at large
A battle with myself l can never win
Perhaps if l lost all the camourflage
And braved the world with a grin
As though keeping up this visage
It is now waring panifuly thin
Bits taken from extra verse from a state of mind written jan 2020...
Waring spirt names
survival games
arrows pierce deep
while enemy sleep
Hair of length
every braves strength
timid of sorts
hunting, survival sports.
Arrows of rock
clay made crock
rock bangle beads
bare-back horse speeds
Squa with brave
living in cave
lights of torches
summer heat, skin scorches
Sleep amidst the stars
wears honorable scars
each one a testement
of weakness abolishment
Linda Terrell
Novmber 2009
I seen on the internet it is Native American week.