Short Berates Poems

Integrity is on the skids
When Trump berates us for his fibs
We think he should pay
By reading each day
Peter and The Wolf to school kids!...

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Wind berates my humble home
And snow pummels the outside walls
To extinguish the hearth within.
Reduced to a mere glow
Of embers, and hopes of warmth.
As I try desperately to keep it aflame
Against Winter's bite....

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Man and wife are at opposite ends of the scale
When it comes agreeing on what's important in life, we fail
Obsessed with crumbs on the counter
Berates him till into a battle they flounder
Life's too short to worry about crumbs for peace to prevail...

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Snipping through the skin
vocal pain ripping my eardrums
Breathing in your blood 
as i wash my sins
in your devotion
Masicate my masterpiece
Notes scratched in her skin
Mangle my manuscript
Snapping my fingers as i draw them down your chalk board
With the final flaying chord
My bow berates your jugular
And my opus is undone
Silence drowns all noise...

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Where the black berates the whites
and barricades are crossed
that colour without
when rain gathers for release
like a slightly grubby fleece
that squelchy grey that matters
the outsider that pines for other hues
the memory it confused
Shadow contorts its form
intense in its opinion
bland has joined the band
The future aint bright
its lazing in the shades...

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she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of his drained stature
for when all you've lived is a life of monotony 
you start wishing suddenly for a lobotomy....

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The president extols his bravery,
praises his performance.
The media berates his mission,
questions his integrity.

His wife waits and hopes,
sends photos of the children.

Musicians write his story;
his mother prays for safety.

He dons fighting gear,
second nature to him now,
pushes away thoughts of home,
concentrates, focuses
on the present hour.

He's just doing his job,
defending the cause,
fighting for freedom....

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