Short Censured Poems

Laughing during mutual intimacy
Yet intimate war-song sang daily
History knows no detentions for it
The first censured; second is justice...

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Take life in stride

Peaks and valleys as I ventured

Take life in stride

When slipping down, seek the upside

Sell your soul; you’ll be indentured

But heartfelt words can’t be censured

Take life in stride




*Entry for Dr. Ram’s Rondelet Contest
(Correction made thanks to Francine)...

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O! Sweetness let me trick you
Into a dark corner soaking wet
Extruding saliva within desire
As tongue to caresses thy skin
Edging you around into yields
Moans, cries in soft teeth bites
Busted sacks sucked in erotica
Censured ecstasy in thy divide
Expel hardness, refined focus?

On temptation in fissured rapture’s
Seek another juicy plum to capture....

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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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We take no prisoners, for if they escape,
fears and desires may burrow deep in our mind
and then in stupor we will foolishly ape
suggestions proffered that grip us in their bind
and before we know it, disfigured's our shape,
so we nip in the bud, such thought forms unkind.
May the garden of our mind be thus nurtured,
lower mind censured and love and light treasured.

15-January-2023...

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When are we going to learn
We need to shut our trap
What is it with you
Your snide tone
Your petty remarks
Everything we say is ignored
Censured or corrected
Cause everything we say is wrong
And you think you're entitled
What the hell
We wish we could spit it out
And tell you off
Just cut you off
As if we need you
Yet...
We continue to put up with you



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 10, 2020...

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My mind is like waves
it knocks at every shore

hippos in the water
fish swimming within
divers in their leisure
scientists on study tour
feel the pitch of my mind

but no one is offended 
sometimes it gets space
that is when it rejoices
yet when it attempts to fill
the gaps  in existence
to give meaning to reality
primitive waves rise up
wanting to swallow it

mind’s mouth is censured
attempts to open and talk are
dangerous games of turmoil...

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