Short Wherewithal Poems
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A peacock in old Shangri-La
Found his wherewithal did not thaw
He went by the book
So his feathers shook
But aroused his mother-in-law
brilliant thoughts whirling
and I sans the wherewithal
to collect them all
For Brahn Bailey's Son of a Senryu Poetry Contest
Keep that feeling
Younder the browsing pen
There's damn education
and wherewithal occurring
Toujours as forever
on this ride of the sky
to supplement super joy
A thousand bird songs
We awake
selling a lantern of hope
the dawn decides
the wherewithal
melting mountains
fly me around
Life is a tricolour horse
Love is a knock hold rose
smelt gladly
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys as evidenced by policemen's balls
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys as evidenced by policemen's balls
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys evidenced by their policemen's balls
Do you have the wherewithal
To make each and every call
To continue on through the strife
In the ups and downs of life
Can you carry on then
When it looks it is the end
And take the steps onward
Surviving all things untoward.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Lavinia will watch the tall grass grow
Instinctly she gently mocks the rain and wind
yet admire the moorhens
as the sunlight hoovers amongst the rivers side
She will circumference the moon
and ask you no questions why
reclusive to herself
she espy no tomorrows on the wherewithal
Lavinia will watch the tall grass grow
Instinctively she gently mocks the rain and wind
yet admire the moorhens
as the sunlight hoovers amongst the rivers side
She will circumference the moon
and ask you no questions why
reclusive to herself
she espy no tomorrows on the wherewithal
She's freer now
she spends her time
on the wherewithal
Through the bastions of yesterday
she prays for brighter days
She wrote me a letter
questions of sand
a matter of the heart
reposes a promise
comet like she smiles
Through concrete glades
a vetch on the hill
she is restoring yellow
he stalked his prey
stealthily and steadily
keeping himself not in the shadows
right out in front
because people are used to seeing him
so much that he is invisible
he has the catbird seat
the opportunity, the initiative
and the wherewithal
a serial killer
no one suspects
“Hi Dad,” I say.
He waves.
He had announced, “My dad’s ill, expected to die.”
In my pastor’s jacket, I slipped some wherewithal.
Watching him don his coat from a pew nearby,
hands in his pockets, he found unforeseen windfall.
Staring at its contents, three times he wiped his eye.
It was thanks enough - pay it forward protocol.
April 8, 2020
Yesterday a false dream was raised
It called for love
but through the shadows
the wherewithal changed
our fate was shamed
the new errant improbability
of guess work to welcome the bridle
This sap wells its tears
joined the race
little pilgrim forever lost in the sunset
of mans hope
asking if it is right
Where is the need for a crystal ball
to learn about your future at all?
Use your imagination
by way of divination...
Wolla, preview your life's wherewithal!
Albert Einstein's quote:"Imagination is everything.
It is the preview of life's coming attractions."
For John Freeman "Famous Einstein quotes" contest.
without hope we do not thrive
we do not live, we do not strive
hope is the wherewithal we need to continue
the angels bring it to us in heavy doses
some days we need it more than other days
they shower it upon our souls, but we have power
power to open up our hearts and feel hope
and power to shut it down, and wither away.
You've seen the sunlight
now you mask your pride
Friends tell you where to go
Keep on a straight line
peaceful shades of green
strides past you
There's a commuter strip demur
back to cover hes read his Daily Mail
the burglued fox languishes
Making sense of the passing years
Lost in a wherewithal
Is it time to change ?
to purify your soul
or cry to the wind?
I feel like a poppy
in a field of hogweed
My sentences have run dry
I am rudderless in the wilderness
I lack a welter of letters
unassigned to the wherewithal
I am lost in a cave
unfree to ply my words
The storm clouds jettison their foray
Speechless I gain no semblance
as the autre bards attack me
walking in no one's land
slow to trust in myself
the world should awaken
with an uninhibited din
in the dust
of
butterfly wings
short stories of
immortalised era,
a
type cast 'pigeion holed'.
a history
as well as an
entertainment,written
to realise
the wherewithal
to float longer indulgences thus
they become
a truer appraisal of giftings
and motifs of manners
described in the prose
So said the marionette, that gaslighters sow madness and chaos in your life, and when you become obstreperous, they blameshift it, so like the curling pokes of the apothecary's in plague-ridden Europe, that like the weapon goes elsewhere, so too does the wherewithal. Like gilded streams forsaken for brighter skies that unravel ever so slightly as the marionette sighs, and lamped up the glow of the sun, to prop up the firmament for one last gungho.
She needed an answer that was amathyst,
an answer that peeled the Past
and frolics the Future
like a feather on your tender ear,
She dove into her duality
reckless and resolved
undaunted by denuded doubts,
found herself headlong
in a hurricane of heartache,
She also found wherewithal
in the whirlwind,
realized that honesty is the remedy
for a puzzled personality,
She awoke from the storm
youthful, beautiful,
in true form...
J.A.B. 2023
Freshening
of the chair-wherewithal
I sit and meet
the stewing news
with hearty meat and veg
The idleness
unspoken here -
here I right
no wrongs
I just belong
to the sect
that sits upon
the court that no one hears
I write
of unimportant
matters that are detained
chained to a box
a talking box
How strange
our ancestors
would find the lies
between the perfect
teeth
of time
though linked
to an intersectional ginormous behind
5/7/2022
Varieties of spectacular landscapes,
Including mountains, vales, rivers and sea,
Renew their enchantments each season to
Gift the deepest needs of senses in me.
I love her cities, country, clearings and woods.
Natural sites, homes of founding fathers and civil war history
Increase my emotional wherewithal and wisdom.
Adoration flows from me, as this state’s true devotee.
... CayCay
August 18, 2018
William had a whinging wife.
William was a fool.
When she begged him for some water,
For too wet her whistle.
William tossed her in the pool.
William’s wife Wilma,
Looked at life quite starkly.
She whimpered and she whined.
While William was the whimsical kind;
Full of whigmaleerie and malarkey.
William had the wherewithal,
Which made them quite wealthy.
Wilma was no whiffler,
And didn’t merely whinny.
She whinged about her William and his methodology.
Love is not love that never looked
within itself and questioned all,
curled up like a zygote in a ball,
throbbed, sobbed and shook.
(Or went on a binge at a nearby mall,
then would not cook.)
Love is not love that never winced,
then smiled, convinced
that soar’s the prerequisite of fall.
When all
its wounds and scars have been saline-rinsed,
where does Love find the wherewithal
to try again,
endeavor, when
all that it knows
is: O, because!