Short Avenged Poems
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Turnabout is fair play
Resentments push
Anger inspired
Emotional wounds bleeding
Emotional scars scabbing
Hurt feelings avenged
So we try and make
Ourselves believe
I tend to cringe at the syringe
Aimed at my throbbing veins
Oh, this pain to be avenged!
Or until the dosage wanes...
Morphine screams in dopesick dreams,
Tears my nerves to splitting seams
And so the dope doth rob my hope-
Who, now, shall intervene?
I remember how hip we were
Our old fuddy-duddy Latin teacher
fell on the ice, broke her hip
We howled all day: Good for her
Time passes, now it’s our turn
Slips and stumbles make one humble
Our Latin teacher’s sweet revenge ~
Avenged at last, her long, slow burn
Corona inflamed
red sun, wan in a smoked haze
Invisible algal bloom
marine, now airborne
searing land as it takes off
on fevered wings around Earth
Noxious fumes surround…
This culmination of deeds
ill-human-seeded...
Death razes a cleansing cull -
Ecology is avenged
(8/22/2020: ’90 Bayliner 3888; DMS)
I want to plummet backward and die through the rip in the sky. Be reborn as a ball of yarn untwisted and undone not to be avenged but forgiven I want to spread my string my flaming wings. Get me away from the demon world of false ebullient faces. I await the Golden Gates gaze. Now my atoms of have split as the very big bang are my wings that spread.
'cause some of us have had enough of this hell
some search heaven for redemption
and she too
but more for being disgusted
and when she up there arrived
stabbed to death the deity
and on the way down she smiles
in the ecstasy of having avenged
the human race and all its offspring
condemning to finitude
who has not condemned us to eternity.
it's overcast outside,
threatening rain;
she makes it through although
with so much pain;
she has just slain the snake
that killed her pup,
and though avenged, she falls,
cannot stand up;
she crawls back home to quench
at last her thirst,
to breathe her last right where
she breathed her first!
Rise my love and fight,
come back with spite,
avenge me as I avenged you,
I love you to,
but It's time to fight,
and do whats right,
and kill all these fools,
I'll kill these mules,
take there spirits and rip them out,
cut off there heads,
and chop off there arms,
come my love,
and help me kill them,
help them get what they deserve,
here is your destiny!
Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.
Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
global fun-disease
Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged
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* Roman goddess of night
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Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
SATISH VERMA
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
My MP3 player; My notebook,
My headphones; My pen,
The music; The script,
The bass; The ink flow,
Bullet for my Valentine; Robert Frost.
My CD player; My piece of paper,
My stereo; My pencil,
The sound; The wording,
The rewind; The eraser,
Avenged Sevenfold; Shel Silverstein.
Windows Media Player; Microsoft Word Document,
My speakers; My keyboard
The volume; The font,
The play button; The print button,
Nirvana; William Shakespeare
Two of my greatest loves
Form:
A staged presence, and we your crowd
You, a strutting cockerel proud
This but an act nearing the end
We dull creatures suitably cowed
Your voice a gentle thunder cloud
Lights dimming over rows you've plowed
Hide from the spotlight, lies avenged
A staged presence
Your recitations growing loud
Frantic pacing, your will unbowed
Lean on costars as their best fiend
Disappear as curtains descend
Face made up, your burial shroud
A staged presence
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Trying a new form tonight