Short Abatement Poems
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R-age
I-s
Z-ealously
A-bated,
L-etting
E-ach
L-ife
I-mplement
S-mile
©bfa052325
Monocrostic (Birthday of Riza T. Lelis)
Canada's hottest day, July 1937, out of sight
Yellow Grass, Saskatchewan, reached 113 Fahrenheit
Sizzling is an understatement
Must've begged for abatement
Phew! Walking round in undies must've been quite a delight
The voice reaches me
It is the sound of water dripping
The rain was heavy
The land was flooded by rain
It rang in my ears
But no matter how much it rains
It never abatement my love for you
If the rain is my love for you
I wish it never ceases
I look at the money,
asking what’s it all mean
From the toys to the honey,
and the years in between
I look at the statements,
as my love takes a bow
Thanking God my abatement,
although late—came about
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I look at the money,
asking—what’s it all mean
From the toys to the honey,
and the years in between
I look at the statements,
as my love takes a bow
Thanking God my abatement,
although late—came about
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Due to days of desperate dreams
Base of the Bay of Bengal borne
Hazardous heirship in the directing diplomacy
Nowadays, need the native nationalist
To save the sacrosanct dispensations of democracy
Come, come to capable the country career
And abate the aberrant amoral anatomy
©Mahtab Bangalee
L-et your decision be hard as iron,
U-sing no abatement of severity;
I-n the midst of doubt and fear,
S-trong action shows your intensity.
I-mplacable or hard as iron,
T-he intention is truly firm;
O-beying the Lord Almighty doesn't make your mind squirm.
S-olid faith, hope, and love
A-re taught after you were born;
D-ay twenty-nine of January,
D-etermination is hard as
I-ron.
Lines on forehead are deepening.
No signs of abatement
of fire in our bellies.
The hunger we inherited
is only comforting
the mouthless.
Broken laughs.
Strange bedfellows
chopping off the murals from the lips.
A body rots,
stinks.
Maggots fly.
Negotiations are still on.
Who will dissect the legend
to find the cause of death?
Like a clay model, a soldier breaks.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Throb at the Manipura
Revealing hidden fear
There being no stigma
Let the fear draw near
Looking at contraction
Rooted in attachment
This simple recognition
Leads to its abatement
Awareness continuum
Immersed in the divine
Slows egoic pendulum
As with love self aligns
Oscillations will arise
Inevitably at some time
Viewing it in surprise
Love the healing thyme
05-September-2020
A cyclone and a whirlwind,
a twister of a typhoon;
capricious, turbulent,
winds mighty and destructive.
After a calming cool
ensuing gentle breeze,
now softly blowing on your skin;
easing the weary mind and
soothing the perplexed soul.
Time now brings all things restored.
God's faithful abatement covenant,
seen while feeling the afterwards breeze.
Spiritual seekers, please do beware
Ego seeking power or attainment
Thereby self blocking becoming aware
Flow, oh hermit, in quiet contentment
Dwell in the rapture of bliss unending
Renewing within thus without abatement
The touch divine is so scintillating
That transfixed therein is our attention
Silent electric thunder resounding
Moment to moment in celebration
Flow of bliss becomes our meditation
02-December-2020
I lay here in the bunk
all made of white
a sharp twinge of my viscera
a small request I make
to take some ease.
In she sweeps on quiet feet
to bring some abatement
without a soul
she trods with a cold heart.
In my stream the fire does spread
slowly, then with increasing heat
my brain burns, my skin aflame.
I call out through the fog
the siren I blow.
It falls on deaf ears
she hears all with no regard.
I beg relief
none do I get
what can one do but wait.
Mental vibration
Ricochet off my patience.
Teasing
weaknesses,
minimizing my
statements.
Confined
to the meekness,
Isn’t weakness.
Just Falls under the lines
of abatement.
Blatant humiliation
burns hotter than
the eyes of your Satan.
Im sayin
not immune to the influence
of my own delusions.
I make mistake,
Overthink,
often
jump conclusions
Alcohol driven hallucinations
Demand inclusion.
I’m not afraid,
I let them in.
keeps the party groovin.