Short Abashed Poems

ardent ardor
          
            offering amour-
            with flowers moistened in tears
            not to feel abashed.  


    11/09/20


   'Bite-size poem  No. 17'

Contest by Line Gauthier...

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Polls to polarize
Magnificent her glory stands abashed
Kick the can again
Shattered irreplaceable hope dashed

Find affront line
Sad a brother said a vile phrase
Undecided vilified
Bringing on the end of days...

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Aroused within me
Re-awoke as 'twere
Fine senses, fleshless ones.
Make one feel deeper.

All of you lovelies
Honourably blest
Hovered round, so rained upon
Tearily know this.
Blushing, for amaryllis.
More abashed, dearest!...

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Days abashed and washed
Surrendering further to the depths
Gulps of my own selfishness
Oceans vast with a man of "ifs" 
Your love merely as my bouyancy
Another slip under holding breaths
I take and take, over and over again
But to you, drowning is the irony 
For that love returned, I can never give...

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Back you fiends, 
Back I say,
Cast ye back
From modern day,
To a time,
Where magic reigned,
To a time,
When hope's no slave,
To a time,
Of magick strong,
Like the verses of a song
Beauty's here,
Not just a myth,
Beacause,
Magick's found
In the past adrift,
And if you can't follow,
Be not abashed,
Imagination,
Is an impossible cast....

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The years have passed
And my time wont last
The memories have amassed
Some were a blast
Others fragile as glass
At times I was abashed
Feeling like an outcast
But i will continue to steadfast
Through the dead hand of the past
While I engraft my spiritual life raft
Until my journey's end to God comes at long last

4/24/2017...

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I wait, then rush, too lost in dreams
just sit, contemplate, perhaps abashed 
as rest of the world rushes past

persistent yet cautious
unencumbered by rule
trajectory undulates but I'm not a fool

the right to linger
freedom of thought
cannot be shaped or lesson taught

path is seen by me alone
or lost by me should mood dictate
seeking the meaning of life, prepared to wait...

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An image of myself I stare
How you’ve grown, Oh how you’ve changed
Those Ideals you swung taunt me
You’re something pure and innocent  
Novel to the world and acquitted of its sin
While I am anchored in its seas
I stand abashed to say that I am you
Our eyes meet in only but retention
In this realm where you remain the same
While I am Soiled, I hold you dear
As a reflection that I may embody once again....

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I look ugly and sombre
reflected in the gay 
mirror,abashed,
a misplaced creature,
of raging strife
whose soul howls a burning 
cry.

A crescendo of gripping fears 
threatens to engulf me
I stand with conscious 
barrenness
gnawing me,
shameless tears mocking me.

The chaotic future lures me
netting me with glittering 
dreams,
hopeful desires
while I with a pregnant mind
stumble back to the cradle of 
clutching rags....

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The guy who did it first
got there last,
all a game of numbers
underclassed.

The one who's always winning
looks first class,
and the one who's always losing
feels abashed!

The side your on is total
its surmassed,
remembering the finish
dash by dash!

I venture to be humble
soul's rehash,
there is more truth in stumble
more contrast!

There is more grace in fumble
dropping stash
and giving in to tumble
when hopes crash!


(Roll with the punches!)...

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Assuming hand from above
guiding fretful pinioned glove
past waltzing pines and drunken oaks,
cheerful friends yet frightened folk.
Swelling fear puffs spotted breast,
no watchful eye, no woven nest.
Sharply shoved by hurried gust
and mistral maidens in a huff,
who twirl up toward yellow glare
to greet abashed doldrum air.
Green eye below, delusions home,
blue eye above, illusions roam
which flit and fly it seems with ease
Yet Freedom answers to the breeze....

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An awkward chuckle
Escapes my lips 
White knuckles
Teeth grit

I don’t poke fun
Or humiliate
I get your pun
It isn’t great

I bear the burden
Of your ego
My introversion
Takes the blow

The problem is
You’re not clever
As lame as it is
I must endeavor 

Feeling abashed
And quite dumbfounded
I chose to stash
How bad you sounded

I lose the grace
I had before
To save your face
I shake my core

Asymmetrical 
Gawky, inept 
Your spectacle
My debt...

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