Short Abridged Poems

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26.09.19


Brian Strand - F F I series 10 footle...

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The northern lights A Butt-whack And A Prayer To Mom And The Albatross...

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glossed cover binding
abridged fine print with fluff swells
periodical...

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Haiku 

such a higher tree 
humbled and abridged itself;
the pretty bonsai!

© R K Chowdary
13July2014...

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A Brief Contemplation Of Brevity And Its Merits Or
Otherwise When Applied To Written English - Abridged Version




Hmmm...

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I’ll keep this short, 
that all may know
These words I write, 
I write to show

Please do a poem honor 
and read it again
Don’t let first time through 
be simply the end....

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Route 66ish No 10

There was a young girl from Nantucket,
Who collected her eggs in a bucket,
One fell on her toe,
So she really let go,
And cried "Gosh! Now I won't have to crack it!"...

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An anaconda, Arthur, so wide,
Tried to join a tightrope, and sighed.
He wobbled and swayed,
Then simply just stayed,
"That's not balance," he hissed, "I've been lied!"

©bfa032225
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ABILITLY ABSTRACTLY ABSORBED, ABRIDGED , ABOUNDED AND ACCEPTED      
SKYWAY SCRIBES SECRETLY SIEZED  SIZED, SEMINATED,  SILENTLY SUBTERFUGED 
PRODDED PAGANIZATION, PALMEISTED, PROFFERED, PARANORMAL PROTECTION...

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Twixt Alpha And Omega
By: Tom Wright
3/17/2006

Between our beginning and death,
Lies a happening strip, life, so dubbed.
Its distance abridged by each breath,
Until God, declares, mission scrubbed.
...

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Working ants chant! 
(abridged) 		
I am a sunrise solution
I am a sunrise solution
	
I chase clients
Like a go-getter Following comfort crumbs
With promised dalliance anthem
With legwork related resolution
That set everything in motion	
I am sunrise solution		
I am sunrise solution...

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Mauve tigers roam
Assiduously down the riverbed.
Roland, my soul’s wanderer,
Is getting the itch again.
Jalousies creak from frames high on the watch towers. Even
Ulysses begged for mercy in the Un-
Abridged text. Though
No one has to know about my tiger.
Are you inclined to pet?...

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True love
(abridged)
we do amourous romance
we do mating dance

realities dilute hateship
wellwishers wipe my tears
my True love you only at first place do not let me cry

we do amourous romance
we do mating dance



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sponsor:walavee whilock
collobrations-solo...

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The book - an abridged dictionary.

I open the cover, discover
a library record,
the book had not been
checked out or checked in.
1974 is stamped clearly on the page. 

I found it under a hill of stored paperbacks.

I must have stolen it.
Who the hell would steal a dictionary!
Then it comes to me –

a young man hungry for words
that’s who....

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      I’ll meet you halfway 
      set fire to both ends 
        Kiss you in stasis 
      as our world upends
       God it feels so good 
    when balance transcends 

           Separated yes
      the crossing’s now ash
      Lost due to movement 
      and one lonely splash 
      Our love abridged? No
            devilishly rash 
...

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They came as birds
no nests to live in
without food to eat
everything to worry about

Now they are sharks
with glass bottles as nests
storage bans to control
and nothing to worry about

New prophets rose up
carrying abridged bibles
and swords to plow fields
but required none to convert

Birds, sharks, prophets, pride;
midnight sun is watching....

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My dear brain, forgive me, won't you?
I've filled you with alcohol, time and again
My heart's silence drowning the head's tin can
Once and for all I am delivered to you
Forgive me, won't you?

Give me time, an agenda if you must.
Make me a shoe salesman, a bird-watcher, 
A circus clown, whatever...
But keep and restore the Trust of the Spirit.
Forgive me, brain....

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The book - an abridged dictionary.
Hardcover, thick and weighty.

I open the cover, discover
a library record,
the book had not been checked out 
or in for decades. 1974 is stamped clearly.

Under a pile of old paperbacks – hidden
until now.

I must have stolen it.
Who the hell would steal a dictionary!
Then it comes to me –
a young man hungry for words,

that’s who....

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it happened just as I say it did:

I was ten or sometime after.
late for school,
running uphill

then I stopped running

and walked into an open field
knowing I was nobodies problem.

I left town following a disused railway track
and never turned back

except the ending of this story
has been rewritten by time

for that same day,
like a wet dog
coming in from the rain
I returned....

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I let an opportunist within my circle of trust

He slipped a rufi in my wine
I was too naïve to question 
my sudden lapse of memory

I tremble at what might have been

I was like putty in his hands
it happened so easily
I was so naïve

My destiny was in the hands of
someone who could not be trusted
my luck hanging on a string



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

posted on March 16, 2020...

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OUT COLD

out cold ground floor
afflicted by calm daze
above beating chants dance
ample basic canvas draped

out cold ground floor
abridged dreams cross doubts
across blinds careless drapes
arid brains carcass droughts

out cold ground floor
aspiring bloods crimson drool
amidst blackouts cruel demise
acquittal by chance deluge

out cold ground floor
anaesthetized
behind
closed
door

(a/b/c/d poem)




© Kim van Breda...

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The seizure,
volatile it was,
the way to tell, for the things
he did not want to say.

You suffer silently.
Coming to boiling point,
for the starkness of the torture.
The abridged wholeness was empty.
Only howling remained.

Can you measure the pain? 
The depth of the wound? 
Start the dialogue with the unseen?

The flame protected in the folds
of a primeval skill,
now singes the clarity.

Between you and I no space was left.					


SATISH VERMA...

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I once wrote a poem when i felt really cynical 
  all the letter's had pointed sharp edges. 
 
another time i wrote a poem about a drunk dyslexic
 it read in mumbles from right to left. 

and this one time i wrote a poem about 
a pen that had internal bleeding, it leaked words 

when slanted between the thumb and forefinger
 it filled pages  of notebook's, and ruined 

many a pair of pants in the wash, 
 but i dried it in the dryer and now it is dead........

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