Short Wizened Poems

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keep old frail weak trees
for scars knurls holes and wrinkles
birds and bees call home...

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Aged and wizened  man grows
   but embodies  a spirit within
      childlike and playful...

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Elicit shackled mordacious
Loiter trifle horde within the 
Wizened cartridge of the mind...

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trees tessellated
	prismatic presentation  ~
		wizened eyes widen

(September Full Moon – Anishinaabe)...

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one wizened brown leaf
desperately clings to branch
geese are flying south

06-06-17...

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Life is made of many flaws 
and foolish youth is spent in bars 
where even the wizened old 
can become horribly bent....

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Her boobies were drooping with age
Along came a wizened old sage
"If you need a lift
Then I have a gift
For proving we're on the same page!"...

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All 
Autumn
Wind whispers
Breeze of secrets
Listen with your soul
Delight is yours
Wizened ears
Spirit
Ears.

...

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hidden not to elicit 
a trifle response
spiteful mordacious
shackled on a horde race

cartridge loiter about the ground 
wizened with years


4/3/2017...

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Who could look beyond horizons
To where the warmth of glowing Heat
Will ask the Angel in retreat
Smile upon a body wizened
Ageless soul still longs to find Him...

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Willard was a wily wizened wonderful wizard
Who willingly wrote wildly wonderous tales,
Were Willard’s wild tales wistful?
Wish we knew, Wilbur wailed, wondering....

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He is wizened, shackled to the horde,
Trifle deaf,  he would loiter use mordacious words,
Owned cartridge of film that would elicit laughter.

06/04/2017
Contest: eight word contest....

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You live today,
Still,
On 
Past glory.

Like an old man, in a cafe,
Wrapped, capped, wizened
– and lonely,
You pay for your bill
By telling old stories
Again
And 
Again,
Tipping by doffing....

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We walk.
We walk past,
and we walk by.
Eyes alert,
ready to avert.
Blind to 
the man on the grate.
Wizened man,
seeking warmth,
in our midst,
separated by the stigma of his stench....

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wizened widows wink 
when winsome women wiggle...
while workmen whistle


(Alliterku)


02/28/2023


Alliterku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina...

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Value Of Life, A Question

Were I wizened, not shackled to mordacious horde,
I'd not loiter to elicit trifle rewards,
With my one cartridge, could I, end life sadly bored?

April 5th, 2017...

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When winsome women wiggle while walking,  
workman will whistle wolfishly, wailing words
wrought with washroom wit. Whilst waylaid wives wince,
wizened widows wink, waving wily.



(Alliteration)...

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opinionated
stubbornly unique
determination
some say old school
wizened and wily

unpersuasive
immovable
often hard-nosed
antiquated

obsolete
intensive
old-fashiioned

antique 
common

me...

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Witches are wizened hags
With long nose and loose hair
Wart nosed ugly spirits
Wicked ramblers of night
Who ride on bristly brooms
Wielders of black magic
Weird sisters in Macbeth...

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Dowager dragon taught many things;
Wizened by life experience;
Warns us to stop destroying
Everything upon earth
We cannot just leave
The planet like,
We have dreamed;
Ends come
Fast.
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The World is not out to get you !

You Are !

Or has it not been you ??

Who has brought yourself ??

Thus Far ?

Only you steering, driving this wreck
Car crash
Off the deck into the deep end
My Wizened Friend...

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Old Wounds


As if shackled to the bench
the wizened loiter, a mordacious horde,
prone to ellicit lies that trifle
with an empty cartridge chamber.


©3/25/2017


Submitted to – Eight word challenge – Poetry Contest...

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How large the dandelion bloom
in her neglected garden.

Her wizened face begs pardon
for the dust-encrusted sitting room.

Still, so much better than her tomb
to visit long after life has hardened.


Image: Pixabay...

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What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.



Written on 3/28/2017...

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Eight wizened words to elicit thoughts mordacious.
Not shackled to the horde, a trifle bit audacious.
The cartridge to loiter, waiting, bored, to fire out rhymes vexatious.

March 23 2017.  For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge....

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