Short Abuses Poems
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you have been ueses
and abuses
it was not cool
so no longer be afool
you can choose
all you have to do
is
TRY SOMETHING NEW
Stringents and Vengeance Horh Haiku
Stringents and vengeance
Sayeth Trump and he uses
While us still abuses.
Jim Horn
So many accuses for the school abuses this has to stop we must shop fine. Bad lot those who insane before we hurt more said who THE BLAME
To outside beauty
time abuses...
To the inner beauty
time well treats... !
all over
its a sad clover
there's no shoes
home all alone
feeling not belong
some no food
thats not cool
some beening abuses
its worldly
bad ans sad newes
HOLIDAY
BLUES
Some whom we honor make lives living hell
Their colleagues know the abuses quite well
People walk about broken
With their anguish unspoken
Wretched secrets are hidden but time may tell
12/20/22
Spare me your excuses
I've heard them all before
There be your abuses
Still crying on the floor
Wearing bumps and bruises
Ever a battered wife
Swearing as he boozes
Ever a battered life
Extrovert Who Has To Hurt
Trump have heard is an annoying extravert;
Abuses people and always does like to hurt;
Gifts never give;
Swallows like sieve,
And he even has caused us to lose our shirt.
Jim Horn
Trump Hair Like An Orangatang
Know I never would be delighted
If to a TRump rally I was invited
Orange hair looks like an orangatang
Discovered theory called big bang
Women abuses while them he slighted.
Jim Horn
theyer from here and there
CITIES AND TOWNS
all around sleeping on the ground
near and far
don't know who they are
no shoes on there feet
sleeping in the street
this virus on this is abuses
for them its
HOMELESS
BAD NEWS
Ice King
By Karl Marszalowicz
Null in the numbness
Defunct system collapsing
His blight in my hand
Abuses don't melt
Reliving a time of need
Cold words blistered me
Crying icicles
Shattering a childhood
He liked me frost bit
Only you can make your eyes be blind
You can make your ear deaf to cries
If the truth that you seek then you will find
We hear after it all we hear only if we tries
When will we stop and accept the blame
Ignoring all form of abuses is our shame
Form:
Injustice
Imbalances run.
National humiliations undergo.
Judicial abuses attack.
Unjust discriminations shine.
Structural imbalances run.
Terrible outrageous glimmer.
Imbalances glimmer.
Cruel oppressors shout.
External imbalances walk
A detour, from off her time's
Shop-haggling usage.
Aligns with, through abuses
Working for a wage.
Snaps one back again, into
The old pleasantries.
Child's childish; with these about;
Hoppers; winged for bird!
And for rooks, as rantors heard!
Fun, fun parodies.
Sustained by dense manipulation
corruption rears its ugly head
hiding its identity
behind masks of deceit...
the violator
abuses with
a nameless
coward’s
face.
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Contest: Form ‘N’ ~ Nonet
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
© 24th April 2017
The ceiling fan that surveys the room
With its unbiased demeanour...
& sickening pace...
Mutters abuses to me...
As if it doesn't like my company...
But helpless that I'm...
I simply have to bear the bluntness...
Owing to the sweltering summer...
I can not imagine a life without its company....!
The people declaring their voice, as they protest
Induring the ultimate test
The police attack and the people scatter
Hardly anyone says "What is the matter?"
Facing dire consequences, the citizens persist
Human rights in the balance and worth the risk
Perhaps a change will come and abuses will desist
To model she
forced herself to salads,
energetic products
and gym
To beautify herself,
amounts of time,
cosmetology ...
To compensate,
solitary abuses,
stuffing
of chocolates and
delicatessen ,
confectionery ... "
The ass on high protein diet
Thinks he can really fight the beast
The beast has lost his instincts and
He is struggling to just live
The genius is being mocked
Mediocrity is being preserved
Monk is yelling abuses
The preacher is moaning in the jail
The poet prophecied of "second coming"
I can just cry for him to arrive
I
A happily married man is he
Who weds, not for love, but for policy.
His life will be clover
If his wife will sign over
Not the deed to her heart, but her property.
II
A woman who weds for the pleasure,
May live to repent at her leisure.
When she's no more excuses
For her husband's abuses,
A close bond with her lawyer she'll treasure.
The blue eyes of hers wavering between choices,
Whether to stay or leave, accept or create
All thoughts lingering her mind about the over and done
Recollecting the abuses and rejections of the past
She got up sleeves folded, head held high,
Ran with daring determination,
Tracing the light of stars in the darkest night
With the hope of daylight.
Great blessing with faith, God fuses,
Grace in my heart, He infuses,
Thanks and praises, soul profuses,
As His vessel, me He uses,
His love, He never refuses,
Turn from sin, it sure confuses,
Leave away all your excuses,
He will save from all abuses,
Goodness to all, He diffuses,
God's light through heaven suffuses.
Listen And don't hear and then things will become very clear
Read between the lines and you will find the truth is the one always left behind
Taste the bittersweet earth and you will see every has been hurt
Walk a mile in someone else shoes in you feel the neglect and abuses
Smell the love and hate in the air and you will wonder why no one cares
Horns blowing; noise
everywhere,
Screeches of brakes,cars
trapped,
Drivers and car owners raining
abuses and slagging each
other off.
The warden waving his hands;
Stood in the middle of the
road,
Religiously performing his
duties.
Workers, traders,
teachers,students, everyone's
hurrying,
Each taking the slip road to
avoid been late.
What has one become?
Do as the monster chooses
Mirrored in the eyes
Where did it come from?
Short circuits and blown fuses
A malfunctioned mind
What does it want?
The daemon of abuses
No reason or rhyme
How will it end up?
One or the monster loses
Madness sublime
When will it be done?
A zombie's scars and bruises
Will kill him in time...