Short Arbitrary Poems

What’s above,
And what’s bellow,
Is arbitrary at best,
When someone is East,
Is someone else always West?...

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If age is just an arbitrary number racked up in years,
then why does it bring so many...
to so much uncontrollable tears?...

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Morbid Fascination?
Eccentric arbitrary
Pseudo Sadistic
Indulgence?
Same Thing?
You bring Abomination,
I'll bring the booze....

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my poor-rated idiot
aren’t you a living proof 
for the endless generosity of life?
it`s arbitrary ingenuity or simply
funny sense of wit....

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What should we keep a royal family for?
For the society having Kingships to follow 
Following a principal of everyone equal 
Equal to be noble as aristocracy as kings
While not to be as arbitrary as an ignorant...

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silence&
       broken phrasing
overlapped
mechanical
                 s o u n d s ,
hunting for a home:
arbitrary
stanzas
           strophes
hushed
         &muted
anaphora
               in
conversation
            ....with
myself...

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Take flight from the fraudulent fury of fear to find a form of peace,
Turn tears into tokens taken to purchase a time when sorrow ceased.
From the aftermath of ashes arrives an arbitrary thought,
When did we wade away from the waves of wars once fought?...

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life 
 this passing through 
 strive, strain 
 to attain 
 standards arbitrary 
 success, succession 
 blinded to beauty 
 by beauty 
 miss the point 
 until the end. 
  
 perhaps 
 we are extras 
 in the dreams 
 of one, who waits 
 to be born....

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Rhyme Royal is half as long as sonnet
Maybe more intriguing for brevity
What can be written from under bonnet
With only seventy syllables, test one's ability
Writing rhyme royal during aridity
The C rhymes could be a short summary
New idea to share that's arbitrary...

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SUPPOSITIONS
pensive
 syncretics
suspended
 contrasts
spread
 continually
changing
&
gathering

a
poignant
 process
of
past
existence

 memorials
encrusted
in
arbitrary
shapes
to
resemble
the
  prim&proper
hard-to-glass
projected
as
image
specific

worth...

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White
Lacy
Delicate
Ethereal
Worthy queen of blooms
How, then, were you called weed?
Arbitrary rules of man
Set the standards blindly for all
Those unique or diverse become flawed
But all we, like Queen Anne’s Lace, still flourish.



April 30, 2019
Writing Challenge 2- April 2019- Its All About 10 - Poetry Contest
Dear Heart...

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Year's end.
The calendar expires
in time's continuum.
Arbitrary demarcations
shift and fade.
Locations change; faces age.
Everything, though different,
remains the same.
Plus ca change, plus ca meme.
The stars are ruled by cycles
that the year produces.
Time decides the issues.
Our lives are nursery songs
in minor keys and
everything's been said....

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Let my thoughts' and Dreams'
Be arbitrary when my
Soul ambitions' are set afire
Fore their are so many things'
In my heart,
That I truly do desire
Am I not deemed worthy
Of your unrequited love
And for that
I shall pay the price
And render upon to you
My most renderings' for sacrifice'
In the name of our Lord and Saviour
Jesus Christ

GF...

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The roads are clean and straight;
Lawns with no weeds.
The wild is locked and fenced;
The trash is in your pocket.
People park within lines;
Never mind arbitrary confines.
The crazy man in the hermitage
Still dwells there in another age.
In this need for order and work,
There's its own madness;
Of evens, odds, and edges,
A life is measured in wages....

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I've posted a piece that's longer than the poetry section allows.

In the "Short Story" section. 

I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary  *shrug*

Here's the URL:

https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/travel_week_10509

If you bother, I hope you like it!...

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I've posted a piece, called "mean girl," that's longer than the poetry section allows.

In the "Short Story" section. 

I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary. *shrug*

Here's the URL:

https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/mean_girl_10557

If you bother, I hope you like it!...

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moonlit night
sonata of neglected
love
hundred hues of color
arbitrary choice
of linguistic
relativity
orange merges into
indigo
our tears spurted out
like arterial blood
tantalising cobwebs on
the roof of the flood
tearing hearts fed on
love delivered
tangentially
polarisation of
imminent want
to unite again
in absolute
ecstasy

9.56 am
july 19  2016
ecstasy...

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So it happens that God is mere
World and therefore he's always seen,
God's happening right now and here
As soon as we converse between

Own thoughts. God's like Testament old,
So is he like Testament new.
We are mango orange string on
His white flax trousers that are crude.

God is interrelation, core
And we are a mere private case
Of God, His arbitrary face
And nothing more....

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I've posted a piece that's longer than the poetry section allows.

called: boating

In the "Short Story" section. 

I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary  *shrug*

Here's the URL:

https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/boating_10592

If you bother, I hope you like it!...

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Polished scissors
no longer lay on dusty shelves,

but shine
in repression's light,

cutting, slashing, removing
words

of substance and action,
calling for change.

Good words,
having stood the test of time,

now violate 
an arbitrary community standard.

Principles,
having built societies,

are judged to be obsolete
and discarded--

to be removed
by polished scissors....

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Shed fear. Sprout wings. Float out from arbitrary time. 
Transmute the ordinary; prospect the sublime. 
Twirl till you collapse, exhausted; 
Taste ambrosia; scale the frosted 
Himalayan peaks, where fingers tingle, 
Senses sparkle, shutters from their hinges fly. 
Invite the icy wind to ravage every single
Nerve and singe the savage soul that yearns to cry
Out with a fierce intensity
I'm free!...

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I am so tired, my friend
Tired of scaring my own heart
To please the hearts of others
Tired of feeding with vodka and Russia
The sadness of my poems
I sang feedom, imprisoned by my fever
So young and so tired
Not sorry, not calling, not crying
I am shutting my eyes
And arbitrary blackness is galloping in
Black hotel room, black blood
And stars start waltzing on the ceiling
Dying is nothing new in this life...

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One thing you could say that’s different
The one thing you could say I miss the most
When speaking of my days on earth
Would be sunsets
Like beautiful rubies from Heaven
The orange and deep blue
Purple
Now when an arbitrary trajectory
Twist on kaleidoscoping vision condenses
That sharp piercing sun serves 
Only a reminder to raise the heat shield
Or lower tints depending 
On distance and star classes...

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Creationism wrong? 
Right on; 
Shout loudly about rationality, 
No room for conversation. 

Faith is faith, after all, 
An irrational call; 
Sit in their own stench happily, 
Without one sensation. 

Can’t they see they’re behind, 
In using the mind? 
Evolutionist paint reality, 
Whilst they cause an eviction. 

Discussion is good, 
But they have a mood; 
They became arbitrary, 
Upon interaction....

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so, who decided that beauty is
what beauty is? 
and what is beauty
in a face – an algorithm? 
in a flower – a Fibonacci design? 
yet we all choose beauty
irrespective of deviation
from the arbitrary equation
we know and we love
we love and know
as jointly our love would grow
but who then decided what beauty is
when it’s in our eye? 
and our eye sees the beauty
within
whilst our hearts
just knows what beauty is...

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