Short Abhors Poems
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Inebriated with life youth, the old age abhors but desperately to be embraced by it strives!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 January 2017
Butterfly wings spread
grasping the freedom of life's
opportunities
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Needless wanton hurt
shows in many shapes and forms
abhors my inner
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accepts
protects
unites
all fights
abhors
all wars
provides
good vibes
3 May 2021
For “All Yours (May 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
A world without God men have created
something for centuries they've contemplated
Though ‘nature abhors a vacuum’ men still believe
Drugs, Degradation and Death ~ now up her sleeve
The black hole took a bite of stars,
he dreamed a candy store.
He ate a hundred billion stars,
and still he wanted more.
When he had finished everything,
the universe was bare.
He put some stars back out in space,
to have an ‘over there’.
thou art been weighed in the balance and found wanting -- the scales of justice
Proverb Eleven.
The Lord abhors dishonest scales, but accurate weights are his delight.
11: 1. New International Version.
8/ 17/ 2018.
Life abhors a vacuum,
writing hates it too
So many questions, so much space,
meat to fill the stew
Emptiness is calling,
for words to write the wrongs
Where idle minds take up the space
—left vacant for too long
(Austin Park: February, 2021)
I am the harbinger of death
I am the god of a thousand wars
I am the cause of your last breath
I am what humanity abhors
I am thoughtless to all your goals
I am the evil that men do
I am the corruptor of souls
I am a reflection of you
Who's this stranger now before me
With a look that's dark and stormy
It's a face that now abhors me
With no pity left here for me
All is gone I once held dearer
As his madness drawing nearer
The expression seems much clearer
This reflection in the mirror
It is my habit I cannot hate
I love whom the world despises
what is so precious, my heart abhors
the common swimming pool
is not attractive to me in anyway
my nakedness it cannot taste
if a thousand is wrong and erring
glad that I stand alone for truth
that never withers
Intrinsic awareness channeled through time
Impels the cognitive basic impulses incessant
Intones the echoing rhythm of benign bliss
Inside the emptiness of resonating perception.
Invisible life force abhors vacuum pervasive
Imbues the void with the essence of divinity.
Forget the wall clock,
that does moves you to live
and just in a hurry...
Abhors the wristwatch,
that drives your nerves
to nervousness...
That you may trigger
your inner times,
with biological certainty
that the authentic watch
of your spirit be a intuitive
marker that your heart
regulates... !
Abundance, is not the issue –
God abhors lack; that is why
from the onset, our spirit, soul,
was well equipped for its
journey – the problem is
the I, the you – that which
we personally claim
becomes worthless. We
are, at our source, a humanity –
Love, may be the theme of
the day...but without Christ,
it just another four
letter word....
French Revolution
and the heads that rolled,
did not get old,
just crimson in the barrel,
revolution warmed, Napolean dawned,
Europe burned in bloody hell...
The slaughter of war that man abhors
the French had their turn in the barrel,
they suffered a hundred years later, in the great world wars,
the balance sheet parallel….
Don Johnson
Inspired by John Smith
Foretelling his suffering and rejection
Jesus spoke of coming crucifixion.
When by Peter rebuked,
“By Satan you've been duped;
you're thinking with human perception.”
“If you lose your life for my sake you'll save it,
but gaining the world your life would be forfeit.
For this worldly fame
would put you to shame
when the Son of Man in glory abhors it.”
Mark 8.31-38
A madman’s humanity
of which we decry
When he has those feelings
the same, you and I
How can he commit
such actions of death
Then cry when a comrade
lets out his last breath
A madman with feelings
the concept abhors
That he loves his children
his dog and his whores
His body dies bloody
his legend to live
Embroiled in fury
—only time can forgive
(The New Room: May, 2022)
Watching ‘Narcos’ on Netflix
In
Yucutan beneath the
crypt,
Beneath the floor
Atlantis script,
Narrow minded
science abhors,
The mention of a
myth, deplores,
Any mention that it
sits,
Beneath the ocean
gripped,
Atlantic knows the
score,
Ten thousand years
and more,
Sanity eclipsed,
The records never
bore,
You will know the
rest of it,
At the opening of
the door,
For there the
records sit,
Amazing as before,
The continent kinda
dipped...
Don Johnson
My brother is an osprey
with an eagle arrogance
And - although he adores a forest
I have the ‘sauce’ on him - he
abhors pine bathroom spray
His eyes are fire opals of mirth
His laughter - the dusk of an
endless Summer heat
His legs - straddle the valley of death
I picture him in a strong canoe paddling through
a river of garden flowers
his spirit rising with swift wings-
and the will to fall
Suzanne Delaney
Come. Invent.
Do you believe in all these
fairy-tales about love?
Or are you a hardcore skeptic,
who abhors romance?
Come. Invent the ghost of love
perched on your porch like a
silk Persian rug.
Love's a new mansion full of
possibilities, a heart's shrine,
be a faithful custodian.
Come. Invent.
Let's face it. You need a whole new
wardrobe for your emotions.
Stop procrastinating. Come.
Invent, a new destiny, a new
travel itinerary.
My auntie purchased a great dane,
That mutt really drives her insane
When it does a poop,
It won’t fit the scoop,
Her husband’s now hired a crane
They also have got a Shih Tzu
It constantly poops in her shoe
She abhors the critter
Cos it’s not a quitter
Their house is just littered with pooh
My Saluki’s a naughty pet
Last Monday he peed on the vet
Who was a trainee
And very brainy
I’m sorry his trousers got wet!
08/23/21
Advice came out her ying-yang.
Advice came out her pores.
Advice saturated her arms and legs.
Advice that most abhors.
We saw her in the grocery,
We saw her buy her cloves.
We averted our eyes and
We ran away in droves.
She appealed to children
Brought them candy and toys.
They gleefully opened the door
Ushering her in with all her noise.
Advice came out her ying-yang.
Advice came out her pores.
Advice saturated her arms and legs.
Advice that most abhors.
She abhors the light
Her eyes, a ground where rivers flow
Prefers to dwell in blossom of the night.
After years of waiting
Years of grieving and wailing
Her joy came, but brief.
A moon that promised so much light
Yet her weak hands had but one touch.
He was no more, her only moon faded.
Oh, tender moon, what happened to your glow?
Are you not tired of torturing me?
Don't you feel for my sagging breasts?
Seasons come and go
My aging body is weary
God knows I tried.
Children enchant the beat
after knocking on doors, looking for handouts, score
trick or treat.
October chill.
Warm village firehouse parade pours
out thrills —
a fright
of ghosts; abhors
light.
Children enchant the beat.
Warm village firehouse parade pours
light.
8/25/2020
Mohan Chutani’s Let's Minichu on an innocent childhood memory
(Minichu Form)
God sent his Son, so long ago,
To take away all sin and woe.
But many hearts were closed in sin,
The Holy Gift could not get in.
Thus we still have unholy wars,
The greed and shame our God abhors.
He sent His Son to bring us love,
Fresh from the Heavens up above.
Those who have listened to His plea
Are from their sin forever free.
Love was the message that he brought,
Love for all men the lesson taught.
He weeps for those who turn away,
And longs for them unto this day.