Long Abruptness Poems
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You are in a rage of huff
Being very strongly gruff
The abruptness in your voice
Is not leaving me a choice
I've been down this road before
Knowing what pain is in store
If i stay with one more chance
You are giving me that glance
Thinking eye contact will be
Weakening me instantly
I have to be strong and not
Let you put pain in my heart
Like you've done time and again
I need my life to begin
Without these torturous days
Your tempers been in the way
Of our happy life together
Thinking back I thought whatever
Came our way we'd work it out
With compassion--you just shout
Screaming words right in my face
That take me to a darker place
Than the brightened one we shared
With love showing we both cared
I have to leave for my own safety
Before all your forcefulness breaks me
Falling back in the womb of lone darkness,
Not willing to embrace life's bright spirit...
Whispering from conscious hidden abruptness
While growing claws to hunting like ferret.
One aspect darkness never silent is truth,
And it is the only aspect truth likes of darkness;
That shines bright lies to help light interpret Ruth-
Her selfless sacrifice for love is of willingness. ..
How long will it take to forget such care,
Roaming around sky's silent braod despair:
So grief-stricken cum insult,
Of when will there be result
Off probability what hope don't spare?
How chesty alerts,
Keep off while journeying deserts;
Only care asserts
Of the empty memory she kept of him,
Heartbroken yet never seemed a victim.
Is not this the brevity of human life?
In my conciseness and exacting mentions
The proper use of words in my writing or speeches, huh
In awe, at naught-what
Is not this the brevity of human life?
While filling my mind of redundant thoughts
Conciseness What, Concision Why,
Succinctness Yes,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Economy of the stock market crashes the economy clashes raise more taxes , huh!
Language skill, consciousnesses, shortness IRS you either do or don’t pay your taxes;
Briefness stills faithful wills,
Pithiness jaunt, pith, incisiveness skills,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Crispness words rips truths and lies spills;
And we're all compactness together,
And we shall compression compactness, compression forever (huh);
Laconic, terseness, pointlessness, curtness, abruptness; (what)
"This verse notable for its clarity and brevity"
Shortness of time, why;
"This verse is or isn’t the brevity of human life"
This verse shortness, briefness, transience, What
It’s transitiveness, ephemerality What!,
Impermanence Huh??
Is, is not the brevity of human life-Huh
What is not this the brevity of human life?
Is not this the brevity of human life?
9/11/19
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It is the perfect handedness of endless bliss
the cadence, embrace the double-mirroring kiss,
silence is the most notorious happiness parenthesis.
Even when the dual night vigil blew
All the stretched-out empty days reminded you
Of promises and tragedy that passion drew.
In the perfect kiss, we once knew.
But time has rendered a big part of this
their brilliance and space are in abruptness.
Death neither waits for happiness nor success.
Our separation passed on in the brief moments mist
Into the sad, fleeting, strange distance eclipse.
another starnge bliss paused here to gaze at this
less lonely existence parenthesis.
In the still of the night
When the coldness bite
The northwinds the trees did rustle
As the fires flicker
With the harmonies of the nights bustle
There lies awake
Some instinctive mistake
The laws of the wild
Should bear in mind
As we listen to our elder
Our healer, sorcerer and befriender
He who speaks the word of wisdom
The history of many generations
All clarity in his explanations
There is a surprise and shock to be
For those who do not hear, or fail to see
We must use our senses
As a standard for our defense
With careless deeds and hasty wishes
Casting whims to tasteless dishes
With carefree vigour and youthful pride
Venture in the unknown
Not noting the story you listen
Rebuking wisdom with a frown
In the abruptness of a storm
You are missing!
The uncertainties of the wild
The only possession you own
Gone,gone, gone, never to return.
Pumped
Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali adventure I am trying to re-count. The heavily grained desk of golden oak supports a range of dictionaries and thesaurus’s, any one of which was heavy enough to use as a doorstop in a windstorm. An old Underwood typewriter sits, holding court, in the midst of all this, enamel black, with chrome edged keys and struts which depress at the tap of a fingertip. The radio blares, God Bless the Child Who’s Got His Own…as I formulate the saga of a heroine seeker, lead by two caramel colored Nepali boys, toward the foothills of the Himalayian Mountains.
The spindles holding the black ribbon snag in the clip-like opening which holds them taunt. Adjusting the tape turns my nails blue-black. I brush the hair from my eyes decorating the tip of my nose. Dirty business this writing. I tear another sheet from the rubber roller and crumple it with a sigh. “Damn, irascible machine don’t you have a soul? Give Mama something! Anything” I whine.
Scared by the abruptness of my outburst, and the carriage's leap left, the scared-y-cat is propelled to the floor, sending a half-stack of unsullied paper to ground, covering my patent-leather pumps.
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Enjoy...while you read..Billy Holiday
I met someone exciting the other day. We’re in an English class together, twenty of us, the class is really about chaos. Attraction can spring from nothing (talk about chaos). We had split into discussion groups and we were next to each other.
The abruptness of it surprised me - I felt the realization, a tingle that ran through me like a wave. I actually twitched, shivered really.
I’m still getting used to people, after the great pandemic separation. I know there were people who carried on as if it weren’t real. My parents, both doctors, took it very seriously. I was “sheltered in place,” like Rapunzel, with shorter hair. For over a year - it seemed longer.
So I haven’t felt this way in a while - this crushy feeling. Near him, my whole body is a receptor, very aware of everything about him - the smell of him alone saturates my senses. Everything about him seems vibrant, revelatory.
He opens doors sometimes, he brought me coffee - twice. He’s started covering the seat next to him and clears it when I arrive so I can sit next to him. He asks questions about my life. He’s polite but persistent, like a newspaper reporter. He’s from Nebraska, a farm boy (19, a man?), he has a dreamy accent and he’s funny.
I wish I could be around him more. Even thinking about it makes my heart race as though I were confessing a secret. But the fact is, it’s impossible. It’s too soon, we just got here. The wish itself is a burden.
Why do I have to be ruthlessly practical all the time. It sucks.
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ps, I write short stories too
#DawningVerse
A matter of a few moments,
but all of them do count.
The first transition of the beautiful day,
takes place after a long wait...
Utter silence accompanied by,
the sound of the night creatures,
Stillness spread in the surroundings,
but an excitement in the hearts of the viewers,
Visual effects by the silhouette of trees,
and even the far seated high grounds,
It's more like a patience test,
until everything abruptly ends.
Curiosity soars high,
when one hears the first distinct sound,
The chirping of birds defines,
the first observation profound.
The rapid change of the lenses,
through which one looks at the sky,
isn't simply a switch from black to white,
but a lot more colours throughout the way.
All of them gradually brightening,
contrasting the abruptness that was assumed,
The shades of blue so unique,
all of them beyond any word description....
But None of them could last for so long,
Lucky is that person who could catch a glimpse of them afterall.
Silhouettes turn out to be shades of pleasant green,
People would feel a whiff of fresh air encircling.
Now comes the moment for which everyone waits
The glorious Sun to pour its first luminous rays
Our Special guest arrives in a Reddish-Orange atire
The sky welcomes the Sun and makes its hue even brighter!
The visual treat that gets carried
is an event filled with positivity
One can close their eyes and feel the winds touching
and open them to the flawless white sky!
The Sun rays turn the clouds cream
and the white sky ultimately turns blue
The unique blue colour that's meant to be with the sky:
A blanket that displays the shining stars at night
The beautiful birds at a distance
add to the visual beauty
and break the stillness by adding life
to the static picture running forth
then falls the ray of the Sun
on each and every little thing
This sunshine encourages one
to work hard for the whole day awaiting....