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Karijinbba Feb 15
Sonnet LXXV
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
   Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
   Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
and rddjpc 75-present.
In memory of you beloved rddjoc-74-75/1995-2006 to present.
I am thinking of you. The treasure was stollen i was all alone wolves all around sharks in my seas. the only way out was your love in me.
Naveen Malhotra Dec 2020
In her mind he was a miser
In her heart she was jealous
She was blessed with intellect and knowledge
She taught in a college
She had all abundance
She was crippled by arrogance
That made her mind and heart miser of goodness
She considered him a miser
She was a bad adviser
She had a bad psyche
One failed to understand
Even if he was a miser
What harm it did to her
Hurting him she was hurt
Lesson she could never learn
She never cleaned her mind of dirt
She lived, filth lived with her
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch

You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower springs to life at once,
but joy's a wan illusion to the expert:
the Bedouin has learned how not to want.

You came to me as riches to a miser
when all is gold, or so his heart believes,
until he dies much thinner and much wiser,
his gleaming bones hauled off by chortling thieves.

You gave your heart too soon, too dear, too vastly;
I could not take it in; it was too much.
I pledged to meet your price, but promised rashly.
I died of thirst, of your bright Midas touch.

I dreamed you gave me water of your lips,
then sealed my tomb with golden hieroglyphs.

Published by The Lyric, Black Medina, The Eclectic Muse, Kritya (India), Shabestaneh (Iran), Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, Captivating Poetry (Anthology), Strange Road, Freshet, Shot Glass Journal, Better Than Starbucks, Famous Poets and Poems, Sonnetto Poesia, Poetry Life & Times

Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, flower, joy, oasis, illusion, mirage, Bedouin, miser, Midas, gold, golden, bones, rich, riches, thieves, heart, price, cost, thirst, tomb, hieroglyphs
Wayne Wysocki Nov 2019
There once was a banker from Kent
Whose life was fanatically bent
    On saving each quid
    Like no other did
And moaning with each pound he spent
Copyright © 2019 Wayne Wysocki
neth jones Mar 2019
a miser of my emotional states
a cling
and an unweanable
unwilling to partake in city
I quake no single acquaintance
and murmur no note upon any group

i have made some pacts
to recover into view
so i might impress as a fellow being
i have begun a series of self applied techniques
that ought mimic
and form an impression at you
Xander Lopez Jan 2015
I split the atom we came from in two
And all the explosions I thought we had put out
bursted anew
Xander Lopez Jan 2015
How can you spit fire- on earth’s back?
a hot breath that puckers a wind's crack
Your eyes, fill up the Heavens a distant so far
and When you were in motion, I thought you a shooting star
When I was motionless, You became the orbit to my sphere
but You spit fire, spilled it and burnt my earth’s atmosphere
With jettisons to blow soft kisses to try and lull it away
but with a harsh bite to open a closed wound in pain
Your flutters, they fill up my stars with a searing heat
When you're in motion I tethered with you with you when I need retreat
I orbit around you, and I am unwillingly your shooting star

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