Short Weakly Poems

weakly bleating newborn
mother nibbles, nuzzels gently
bond in sound and taste...

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Ice crystals plummet

Frozen earth covered in silk

Sunlight smiles weakly




Sasha Edl, An Haiku From Your Window...

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The cereal then gets too soggy,
if you're weakly  and your wobbly ~
Your next best guess then ought-a-be
is switch to oatmeal . . . . probably!...

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Life is made,
but it's not toilsome, unless
we perform weakly...
life is fair,
if we offer it fair value...
We serve and we are served,
we live, and we are
lived... !...

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Like honey, it sticks to me,
numbing my wings, 
refusing me the freedom to fly,
or even weakly scatter from you.

This ugly lust resembling love:
it's sticky and sweet,
but there is no 
substance 
here....

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Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath my feet
Everywhere fresh with morning dew
The air honeysuckle sweet
The dew drops glistening,
The sunlight weakly warming
It’s so good to be alive
At the dawn of another morning...

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A candle shrinks
‘Neath offered flame;
It weakly casts
Its waning glow
Cross candy hearts,
Bouquet ignored,
And lovers, rejoicing,
Entwined in arms.



January 16, 2017
Love Is In The Air Tonight Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor...

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My voice it speaks weakly but my heart is strong
Her voice is tender platinum pure shy and abandoned
She sings like an angel

She has that strong quality of something that cannot be taught
that is unsophisticated and girlishly innocent
free pure and clean...

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From my porch
Wrap up with extreme-cold weather clothing
The January sun bathes weakly through the early morning grounds
I seek alone by such astonished far-fat mountain-side
When some dared rabbits at burrow doorway gazing
Like a thief at the overheated clouds!...

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My voice it speaks weakly but my heart is strong
Her voice is tender platinum pure shy and abandoned
you either have it or you don't

She has that strong quality of something that cannot be taught
that is unsophisticated and girlishly innocent
Free pure and clean...

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I’m not asking for approval,
that belongs to time
The spoken words I cherish most,
to you seem out of rhyme
I’m not asking for acceptance,
my muse rejects your praise
In darker moments light is found
—your comments weakly phrased

(The New Room: December, 2021)...

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Opal grandmother eyes,
watery milk glass veins
in stick arms
throb weakly,
tense tight white thread
into frayed, thin quilts.

There is a slight rustle
of desperation, a hope
of completion
as smudged pigeons
shatter wind
and winter gives up
its gin clear grace....

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How lonely she must be

Her trusted bird forcibly forsakes the warmth of its roost for another

Her beautiful leaves weakly wave goodbye to the reality of their being

Her delicate bark hesitantly hibernates behind an icy embrace to emerge battered

How lonely she must be...

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SASKATCHEWAN  SUMMER  EVENING



Porch light spreads weakly out
Into the field and dissipates
In the buzz of grasshoppers.
Starlight and fireflies; crickets chirp.
Hot air shimmers the lights of the far highway.
Grain train pulls out, juddering
And clanging its slow way to speedy freedom....

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Fleeing from them
 From their gifts
Seeking to escape
 From their longing
Looking not on
 Their beauty
Fearing my weakness
 And my longing
Fearing my hunger
 For them
Running from them
 Reluctant running
Fleeing weakly
 Wanting
Yet still fleeing
 Running away
Fleeing
 Fleeing...

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Your dreams unleashed -reality - 
for someone else - remain a dream.
A craving caged we cannot see.
Your dreams unleashed -reality.
The dreams of wise, bold souls soar free
while dreams imprisoned weakly gleam.
Your dreams unleashed -reality -
for someone else - remain a dream!...

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The dawn is down
And the dew is due
So the stage is set
Light rears lavishingly
Beautifully bright
Out of the embryo
Of mother sun
The morning round 
In view
In full open
Advances darkness
Sunset destage 
Weakly dull
The dawn is up
Dew is spread
The night is gathered
Scenes for men
A drama of life....

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The bruised soul in the battered body,
ached for renewal.
Teeth clenched, 
little chest shaking,
as heart weakly reaching out.
Energy spent, love torn,
her mind full of doubt.
God's bruised reed,
His smouldering wick.
He will not snuff or break.
Holding hand, kissing cheek.
As in dead of night, her soul He did take....

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The bruised soul in the battered body ached for renewal,
Teeth clenched,
little chest shaking,
as heart weakly reaching out.
Energy spent, love torn, her mind full of doubt.
God's bruised reed,
His smouldering wick;
He will not snuff or break.
Holding hand and kissing cheek,
As in dead of night
her soul He did take....

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But as we begin
to break down
and burn
We will wistfully 
watch and learn
that in this lifeline
you’ll have to
be a
dismally
darkened dove.
Left to let go
of the one
thing you’ve
ever loved.
As you raise
your weakly
whitened
wings to fly
into the
numbing unknown
nature of
the nurturing
night sky....

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The clouds hanging low 
muffled the maple-covered mountain.
Fog from the saturated earth
weakly, wet the newborn breeze.
Mist maintained the rainy connection
between earth and eternity.
A gray day lay upon 
the weary weakened eye of morning.
Soon the breeze blossomed to wind
wiping the cinders from the sun....

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Its noisy din in silent rooms 
Leaves orphaned thoughts and focus doomed. 
Its silent clatter often seems so loud
That thoughts get lost in its clamorous clouds.
It melts your mind and drowns your dreams, 
While thoughts inside you weakly scream.
You dream each day to free your mind
From chatter’s clatter, unconfined
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For what he weakly fought 
Others eagerly sought
And one hurriedly bought,
His dreams ending in naught:
Getting away, never caught
And to him grief brought…

Of course, he can’t go to court: 
If he wished drown by a seaport:
The lesson to learn: “Hold your fort…

Just like wild animals – Dangerous
Delay is as murderous…...

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Warm winds blow away
The last majesty of death.
The world is warmed,
And I can finally catch my breath.
The sun shines weakly
On this lonely patch of ground,
And I can almost hear birds...
What a welcome sound!
The bitter cold is now just a memory
As my wounds begin to heal.
My senses have come back to life,
And I can finally feel....

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THE OTHER

Word after word goes searching
And  at times      usually quiet times      
Some incomplete sentence will shed light

This is but a shadow sought from deep within
So weakly surfaced as sun has little presence
A teaser      persistent      on fire!

Oh I am with me      with me
Am the majority of life
Then there is this other

Dave Austin...

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