Short Acrimony Poems

Terror has ripped apart our nation,
oh God when we will get rid of this false emotion....

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Agitators ambush America
anger attacks, abstruse
acquaintances and adversaries acrid
absolutism acolytes abrading
abrogate acrimony
America, arise altogether
amend, amend...

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When love turn's
To remorse
And distrust course
Threw my vein's
It poisons' my
Inhibitions'
And my hearrt
Doth' began to sang
Of-
The acrimony of pain
And shame
To be delivered once 
Again

GF...

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Two hearts unite in holy matrimony
  Pledge their troth in sanctimony

Yet in a year or two, up springs acrimony
  The likely cause, ungentle parsimony

All that money spent on pomp and ceremony
   ~ Was better saved for alimony...

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I've loved you for long now,
Years on my own somehow.
In seemingly endless agony,
In cold burning acrimony,
In staunch indifference,
In defeated acquiescence.
Through words and tears,
Enduring all worst fears.
Succumbed to silence now.
The burned ashes of love,
Scattered by the wind of time.
Letting it unbound now, I'm.
For you were my never
And I'm my forever....

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Capacious, my heart 
brimming fervid with emotion
voluminous as the sea

Waves of passion pitching turmoil
in tumultuous storm
launching forward in acrimony

Torn is my emotion
as the torrid winds are blowing
which way am I going?
ever ebbing and flowing
until once again
even and calm

Sound of surf overlapping
white froth on sand slapping 
low tide uncovers me...

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Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.

Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.

Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck ?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony. 



Satish Verma...

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In longest night
of pitch-dark space
you disappear like an arrow.
No star brightens your face.
Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets 
to capture the gullible victim 
on winter solstice.
The snow was falling like
sorcery. 


A little anxiety to taste the
dried out grapes  
and listen to the hunger
mouthless.

You draw the lake 
on a canvas
and then jump into it
with visible nakedness.  



 Satish Verma...

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Alimony,
Palimony,
Dogimony too
Not macaroni,
With acrimony,
Pay me or I'll sue

Send a money heap
So I will keep
The dog that leaped
Before the heat
Of who did cheat
Brought us defeat.

I'll sit around
In my dressing gown
His soft fur brown
When I feel down
He’ll lick to drown
My face's frown

To you who’s horny
This may seem corny
If you’re feeling thorny,
From a sexual tourney
End your scorny
You’re not so brawny!...

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I have thought about it 
Without acrimony
This censure of our matrimony
And I am more sure of it
How long ago I fell
Deeply in deepest love with you
My nerve and every cell
Saturated like a night with dew
Brings the fragrance of my strength
Where even heroes and saints lament
Sniff my courage
If you cannot measure my love, I 
Of your faults am not without knowledge
But for faults and you I pine and sigh
Because my love is true
But why, I have no clue....

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Merciless movement
Atonal antipathy
Nonsensical noise

clarinet crescendo
soaring above
the collided cityscape

Harried hordes
Aggravating acrimony
Terrifying tumult

piano playing
plaintively over
the primal phantasmagoria

Torrid traffic
Alienated aliens
Nihilistic neon

soaring strings
singing through
the striking scenery...

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I want to steal a piece of the sun.
I want to steal a piece of the moon.
I want to steal a piece of the ocean.
I want to steal a piece of the sky.
I want to steal a piece of land.
I need them.
I want to create a new planet.
A planet without diseases,
A planet without borders,
A planet without age,
A planet without acrimony,
A planet full of songs.
And with a single flag-
A flag, which it’s symbol;
Is a child who runs-
With an olive branch…...

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Age gnarls, weather beats skin to flaky dryness. 
Wrinkles and lines, furrows, knots and blotches
Twist and contort the skin of babies and youths
to a knurled, rough, compliant easy to grip surface.
The rough and worn acrimony of old age,
Despite the crabby, cantankerous snarls and grumbles,
Can be gripped, manipulated and convinced to comply and yield.
For now there is little else to lose, little else to try anew.
It is the gnarls of age that knurls the grip to yield....

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Just a word against acrimony 
the key is really this, you see
don’t let the bully rule
by reacting to their hideous drool
turn the intentional blind eye 
away from their taunting cries
without “attention” they fizzle out
vitriol dries upon the spout
take the “high road”, it can be done
quickly the crickets will come
thus returning to how it was
flavorful soup, just because…
this how it’s supposed to be
kind poems to share between you and me…
…peace out! 




12/18/2021...

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