Short Abhorred Poems
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The world is a calabash of herbs
Some are bitter and often abhorred
Few are sweet and always desirable
For either case there is no foretaste
what was he that stood before me
was he himself or was he a zombie
i emptied my rounds
in his brain it was found
but my heart at the plight abhorred me
Form:
Auntie Arista Adderlisting
Ate apples appreciatively
Attired in an aba apron
Always asking apprecisively
Are apricots aphrodisiacs
As Auntie abhorred amphimixis
Sort of
Bored of
Online
Class grind
Indoors
Abhorred
All Zoom
Pure Gloom
Outside
Denied
No Sun
No Fun
Slam Dunk
We Flunk
I quit
Let's split
there was an old man named Ford
who thought history was absurd
he said it was all bunk
then his company produced a junk
and the Edsel became the car most abhorred
I was sick and tired of Professor Panzy's ism,
And with the passage of time got priaprism;
Upright in posture
It abhorred moisture,
For the thing it was a matter of formalism.
I don’t want
The drugs no more
Don’t want the feeling
Of feeling abhorred
By my own self
For things I do
That ease my brain
I can't move on
Can't even feign
Good will to all
So I fall
Written: October 22, 2023,
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Slight-shaped stygian sign swung in fiendish award
Witchy mage threw itchy gunpowder and abhorred
Wrap your poem
around nothing
its bow mocked
in relief
Each word
but a gesture
of empty
deceit
Wrap your verse
in a vacuum
where all speech
is abhorred
The power
of emptiness
alone
— and unscored
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
for I soar the unrestricted skies
a terrestrial to bring my demise
how lowly of me to die by the sword
such a small forgiving creature abhorred
drive the wavered blade through my diapsid
a symbol of freedom, now fallen and placid
Take Love's Sip
Life is all too often filled with discord.
People fighting wars, brothers die abhorred.
Visiting fantasy-land,
Dreams float by without demand.
Get a grip! Take love's sip; follow the Lord.
© July 31, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Life is over. I've lost the golden clover...
S'over, s'all over, when I'm here in Dover...
Sunk the ship, an' airplanes flown over...
S'pose I done it to m'self, and moreover...
I'm simply a-wastin' 'way here....
Cut the chords 'fore I am abhorred....
There was once a girl whose name was Pam
Mean as she could be, blamed Uncle Sam
Abhorred all the rich
Thought life's a bi#tch
Green with envy she didn't give a damn
3-14-19
Contest:Green Humor
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
My mind is in
my country, so
sad, on what's happening.
Foreboding, worrisome
my leaders not good
standing, tail ender.
I just pray for good
my duty as citizen
is being abhorred.
I wait God's miracle
to intervene my country
the way we want it to be.
there was an old man named Ford
who thought history was absurd
he said it was all bunk
then his company produced a junk
and the Edsel historically became the car most abhorred
The colour of a car affects the price dramatically I have a hunch
An expensive car in yellow reduces the sale price a whole great big bunch
Probably pink even more
Or violet most abhorred
Strange but true when it comes down to the crunch UNSUPPORTED CODE
Yes Prince Ekpemandu
vengeance is mine saith the Lord,
and I would have justice for it too,
what was done to this lady be abhorred,
that the mongrel dog gets his due!
punishment...Don Johnson
#Dedicated to the lady who get raped
in that Abia state university....
No one chooses to have their soul in chains
No one chooses to have ignored pains
No one chooses to be ignored
No one chooses to be abhorred
No one chooses to feel completely lost
No one chooses to feel defeats; exhaust
No one chooses to give devotion
Perish the thought of given notion
Crucified for the crusades of life, giving up on odes;
Sitting in my chair sipping coffee, wishing I had known more words.
Absolute rubbish are the feeling of emotions;
when persecuted at every turn by derogatory notions.
Abhorred by the tell tales of bygone bigotry;
I did rather break some eggs at my old man's poultry.
If you need to be deceived by negative deception
Or seduced by a subtle suggestion
Just wear a belt with suspenders
Or prepare to surrender
a pair of true and solid truths.
Non sequitur--I have more than one pair of tooths.
To reinforce that double redundancy
Borrow some supreme supremacy.
It is never abhorred
Always adored.
“I regret I said that,” I said.
Down philosophy lane,
Down sanity obtained,
Down inanity slain,
Down reason’s domain,
To fathom what wanders,
Drifting thoughts that wonder
To be taken away, plundered,
Synthesis amongst and under,
Down the lane of lore,
Sauntering to explore
The loved and abhorred,
Wisdom, the after and before,
Down philosophy lane,
Down the joy and pain,
Down what lives to remain,
Down the arcane…
Oh death your sting will plea
rejoice cancerous vile flesh.
And scab bandages the angel's plea.
of bliss to rest from arrogant men.
Mode I do abhor the card
casting of my flesh moray.
Lipstick stains and gill vanguard
tears swift by tram alleyway.
My memories the broadsword
thing left to hold me to thane.
Womb called life resale abhorred
permeability train.
Headed in the quest of
finality.
Karma waits,
tween covered doors,
ironic, slaps me to the floor,
my this time curse,
the subtle score,
though innocent,
i insist,
black arrows, never missed,
i am guilty ...yes 4 sure,
aint just my kind of bliss,
too ironic i implore,
desist!
no never wants 4 more,
my name is on the list,
abhorred,
though one time virgin kist.
do vestal virgins snore....
great poetry p. d. babe "karma"....
Up
early
and I have
not done a thing
but sit at my computer, read and write.
Why does this seem so lazy and wasteful?
Years of labor
should have earned
me some
rest.
Verse,
is it
a type of
work or are my
writings to be considered frivolous?
Work ethics were imposed on me at birth.
Mother abhorred
laziness.
She banned
it.
written for Jaryd's tetractys contst
Written for
You’d moved round and it wasn’t A Catwalk
And your bare back arched and I didn’t talk
The worst vomiting and I didn’t sulk
And at me, missiles fired to baulk
But tell me if I did yell or baulk?
A right you have to strip body bare
But I will see nothing of The Rare,
Always self lending to abhorred boasts
While you aren’t a sought subject of toasts …
Those who are after fame not deserved
Shall a way find to be just reserved.