Short Arduously Poems

an apology approaches awesome ambience
adverse advances amass at altars
academically aroused arcades are absolved

astonishingly abrupt adverbs articulate arduously
atlas awakens all around
arrggghhhhh audacious aardvarks attack aimlessly...

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Pigmented leather, indeed, make sure it is clean of belongings,
especially bodies with clothes. Search overhead and underneath
for the precious tots. Leave no one behind. Search arduously.
Though the time spent bores you to tears, you’d be wrung out
if you forget to do your spot check. Then forever after you’ll ride
that bus, in daydreams and nightmares, always searching. Search!
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         Life,
	The Game
	Written: by Tom Wright
	10/13/01  
	
	I did not choose the game,
	The game chose me.
	My only choice,
	Has been my manner of play.
	I've played arduously,
	Making plays,
	Both decent and abject.
	My final quarter finds clock running,
	And the goal in sight.
	With no times out,
	I dare not be penalized.
	For it becomes more imperative each day,
	That, this game, I win !
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Finally, my inventions did pay,
Your music, often got air-play,
Life had been extremely good,
Even though day-by-day,
We often misunderstood,
Why the road was so arduously laden,
With the affairs our lives had undertaken.

Somehow, we weathered that turbulent storm,
Deceiving ourselves, this was the norm,
Now that the tempest has faded,
And our memories are considerably jaded,
Is there any possible way?
Our love could ever be reborn?...

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There is a stain
unscathed by time
where elders' hands
were left behind
with scars of gropes
and breach of trust
upon dear Innocence
guilt was thrust

The pattern was set
The victim was made

But wisdom grew
with love and age
New Innocence
climbed arduously out
from underneath the shade
by reclaiming the self
the essence he stole
the nightmares she finally stayed
long at last
to awaken whole
Innocence smiled
warmed by the light of this day....

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My screams are heard in the middle of the battleground—I’m fought 
Now I’m in grief and I’m striving to set my mind elsewhere
But I’m frantic and lost—deeply distraught 

As I’m shipped away to a far, unknown terrain 
I, arduously, breathe in—there’s no one there to unwrap me  
On and on, the showering chilliness—never abstains

My life ahead of me foreshadows a future…not so distant
Sending delight to my frenzied soul—there’s some light to share! 
I’m found—held as a cherished infant...

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