Short Ablution Poems

washing away waves
    rivers aneal wretched seas
          ablution flows free

by
David Kavanagh...

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Your love to bathe 
  in words rephrased

With hearts not young
  —or old

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)...

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Let me tell you a story, do you want to listen?
No.
Why?
As this is a story. Stories are not fact.
He left.
She left
They left.
I thought about Haiku, Limerick or Free-verse.
For the little one.

I found, I am getting ready, for ablution....

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Clouds encircle
sage colored dreams,
ice crystals block the sky

Today in shadows,
yesterday’s warning,
 memories start to cry

The stratus thickens,
impending doom,
prophesy to remind

Aeolus has woken,
his rain of tears
—ablution most unkind

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)...

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She only leaves me when it’s raining,
to wash away the pain

Clouds an ablution to her memories dark,
 drowning a past refrain

She returns as the skies are clearing,
to dry inside my warmth

Our love in place until thunder breaks
—again to chase the storm

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)...

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A chorus of enlightenment….
  she’s woken up again

With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,
  ablution wet within

Through steam I see her message clear,
  the mirror does confirm

My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry
  —new melody to learn

(Court At KOP: February, 2016)...

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washing of body
                                       if done with dirty water
                                        there's no refreshment

                                            Total ablution
                                   means cleaning all kinds of dirt
                                       from  body mind heart...

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A faded voice, lips sweet 
In rain, a fragrant shaped 
In beauty.
When dusk is full, darkness
Warms your breath, coming in 
A whisper.  Bright star,
Moving sleepless, 
Paradise weaves so
Let me sleep.
Where I still see pure,
Ablution, awake forever,
Splendor-
Upon a snowy mountain,
Dauntless you as art, 
As a patient in my arms....

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Reborn am I, grieve not.
As comes the dawn reborn.

Through idolatry, dichotomy, solution.
Reborn am I, grieve not.

Through afterbirth adorned,
womb of wonder formed.

Arise, alive, reborn through chaos and confusion.
Arise, alive, to a new and bold conclusion!

A clarity of love and ablution.
Reborn are we through Christ’s absolution....

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International faith
Identical for your thought 
Idolatry rejected
 
Surrender to God
Submit high morality
Safety to your heart

Light in the darkness
Largess liberality 
Last justice lawful 

All peoples message
Ably ablution to pray 
A generous soul 
  
Magnify all you
Mainly to balance your soul
Maintain your spirit

Acrostic Senryu's....

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All week I watched them
Grotesque faces in the glare
Of stark red mayhem

Some false ablution
Not enough to cleanse us all
Self fails us again

Twitching on spikes
Smoked eyes dim blurring the cross
What purifies night?

What makes us like stars
When supernovas explode?
This fire's not enough.

All week hell stutters
Across white pages of pride
Mayhem stalks our dream....

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To carry on the affection ,
     Came by enemy's appreciation.
And deed to afford , 
      To measure the ford.
Who take cleansing ablution of volley,
      For making them holy.
Now making us delight ,
      Who never get them in sight.
Now what? The life get commotion,
      Getting always inanimation emotion.
Fantasy, fantasy deviates aisle in a day,
      Still unacquainted! Whence elapse in a dark day....

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they fed us lies
and contradictions
confronted us
with interventions

for we lived our life
without solution
asking no one
for guilt’s ablution

hard thoughts they fed
concrete consensus 
we chew and shred
alone defenseless

ideas hiding
beneath the clutter
humming birds
soft wings aflutter

argue with
lie’s roaring voice
this is our world
we have a choice


©1/3/2019

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Tick, tick, tick tick flea
Said the sheep as she did her ablution
These pesky things get everywhere
Is there really no final solution
With just one haircut in the spring
Followed close, by our annual wash
We’re girls you know, it’s not the thing
How on earth can we ever be posh
If only we were human, we
Could bathe when we wanted, what bliss
We’d have bath time, spring, summer and autumn
But in winter we’d give it a miss

© John W Fenn  18-09-2009...

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