Short Abortive Poems

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Abortive Men

on others putting
the blame is a habit of
abortive peoples

a show of fake blame
the lazy men and women
Love talk more than work
Form: Senryu


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My home is filled with degrading losses. Instruments that I didn't learn to play. Seeds that abortive to spring up Backyard hot tub is now stage. Books bought but never read, Plants that perished Dreadful seats And me. Trite
Written: May 31, 2022
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Form: Etheree

Premium Member DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

Once, I found a youngster in the last row.
Our eyes met together out of the blue.
A hidden glow of scholarly brilliance
I perceived from his timid berry eyes.
As his guide, turned to be a catalyst.
My cogitation didn't go abortive.
When glide through the pages of nostalgia,
I hear the echoes, "Diamond in the rough".

Battle At the Hottest

all stars that bright doth beam
doth not always a-right accord
that moderate terminal destiny;

routes there be craft-fill'd & thorny
but shaft-fill'd with the happy soft ending
clownish & whimsical as ‘tis doomful;

o moderation oft maketh abortive
a warfare’s line of battle at the hottest
angle that would take its foe’s roots.
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Apocalypse---

Abortive gorgons cling.
Political messiahs creep.
Other dystopias eschew.
Called messiahs lament.
American messiahs laze.
Lyrical raptures luxuriate.
Youthful doomsayers linger.
Private revelations lurk.
Startling revelations cower.
Environmental catastrophes cavort.


3/8/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Form: Acrostic


Worshiping Idol Only For You

courteous living life I had
as if in dreamy land
where autumnal breeze
brought your whispering and soft kiss,
where flying flower the butterfly
brought your sophisticated hug,
where the sinuous river
played a rhythm of our heart unity

but now fall in abortive seclusion without you
hopeless conciliation life donates
intimacy with shouting hellish insects,
I'm confined my worshiping idol
only for you o my love
in my life
I adore you 


-Tuesday, July 23, 2019 Chattogram

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