Short Commences Poems
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a scream
a shriek
a slap
a smack
a giggle
a screech
another scream
their teenage children roll their eyes and turn up their music.
Parent’s Friday Night scrimmage commences, heading toward amorous.
Unto the earth below my end commences
for I have committed life’s last offences.
But not even death will save
me from taxes in the grave
and now I can’t deduct living expenses!
Written: March 2014
marked by our intent
an action commences
which if interrupted
by randomness of fate
causes in us no ripple
being but spontaneity
of the expression of life
of which we are a part
so we intuitively adapt
dancing to the rhythm
in a mood celebratory
09-March-2023
K illing its prey with bacteria stained saliva
O n queue, it is patient as the blood poisoning commences
M aking deadly moves out of the savannah grass
O verpowering even the largest of beast
D evastating team of dragons eviscerate a corpse in a few hours
O n Indonesia’s Island it reins
treatment commences
cancer eradicated
we remain hopeful
the bell’s rung three times
radiotherapy done
life begins again
live for the moment
we are never complacent
cancer may return
cherish your loved ones
embrace life, it’s all too short
cancer is a thief!
Morning breaks clouds rise
Heat of the day commences
Ice in drinks we need
Cool refreshments and pool trips
All to subvert heat
Blazing Sun melt popsicles
Sprinklers make rainbows
Children enjoy their school break
Summers almost done
Fall brings in a new season
Remember summer
The Time Matter continuum
The same edges of space
Ebb the edgy ridges of time—
Like peaks of Everest the tops
rising slowly like
reverse lightening
moves molasses-like punches up ward
blurring lines of compact matter into dry fluid matter
and what does it matter?
Where time ends
Or commences.
The Birdsong of Ludovico,
New to my agnostic ears,
Commences unrestrained
From a godly source
To irrigate my fields,
To rearrange my clouds,
To tantalize my doubts,
To render my cathedral..
His royal nest of birdsong notes
Fills my congregation
With an unknowable truth:
Yes there is a source,
I can be sure,
I am not lost.
She is new to our community
A woman who wears a scorpion necklace
Who would wear that? Some naysayers wonder aloud.
I have a cousin, an aunt and know two drag queens who would.
I keep my mouth shut as the conversation commences.
Wondering if I should tell them about my favorite book.
“You cannot afford the luxury of a negative thought.”
Our battle commences
At half past one.
It was the earliest time,
We could both get it on.
The crowds have all gathered,
For our melee.
If we had been famous,
It could have been on telly.
How long it will last,
No one can say.
One thing for certain,
It's starting today.
So there it is,
In a nut shell.
I said, I do,
She said, YOU WILL!
turquoise hair and pink stripes!
his mother must be proud!
giggling and poking fun commences.
annoyingly mean and loud.
I am proud of him,
his grandmother says with pride.
I love crazy punk stuff,
now you two better hide.
the bullies ran off in haste
For they could see she meant it.
teenager with the wild hair
loved hearing grandma vent it.
Melody of the west wind
Wafts into the courtyard
Tickling the fresh buds of an apple tree
I am enthralled, excited, enthused
Singing commences
A ditty I make up in honor of wind
An appreciative cloud gives me a nod
I feel validated
Oak tree scoffs
He is not as easily won over as wind or cloud
Matters not, I continue singing the wind song
Feeling the excitement of spring
Romance and Spiritual Love
are not one and the same
two often flying like twin doves
this seen is only game
One carnal commences
putting up defences
other has no fences
Though both are treasure troves, unglove
Romance and Spiritual Love
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March 26
Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!
Something happens, causes stressin’;
Maybe it will teach a lesson.
Caution is the surest guide
To safeguard what you fear inside.
If you let down your defenses,
Possibly, some wrong commences;
Then you’ll question your intention –
Why you risked your gut’s prevention.
Hopefully, the lesson learned
Makes the point for all concerned.
Here’s an adage to apply –
Once you’re bitten, twice you’re shy.
Meeting a large caracal
In the middle of the African bush
is something you do not forget
Especially if it has the most beautiful blue eyes
And the largest teeth of any predator you have ever met.
And you are alone without a weapon
And your body is too scared to run
And you wonder if the caracal will begin with your head
Or your back, breaking it so you are helpless
As the eating commences.
Oh night owl
My constant companion
With luminescent eye's
Piercing through full moon
To ward off vampires and
werewolves alike
And notify an early warning
alert call
Slayers to arm's
Silver , Garlic
Stakes , Crosses
At the ready
Battle commences at the stroke
of dusk
And ends when the sun rises
For those who survive
Only to resume hostilities
tomorrow night again
A rainbow sliver of sunlight hits my white socked feet, as I sit in my recliner.
I notice the cat has strategically placed himself in the line of sunlight also.
My eyes begin to close, as I snore even more loudly than Shark, my tabby.
sun enters crevice
landing on happy tabby
snoring commences
a thunderstorm passing over -
gun turrets flash
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds
evening commences to weep -
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
as seafaring battles go
it was a sky-skirmish
of near misses
a backwash of electric fizz
the distant sound
of sailors shouting for rum
light blinks
shipping damp echoes
that drip
into a salty bucket
of silence
At the edge of darkness
Sleeps the epitaph of mercy,
Since the time spark-lit her magic
Shadow cursed the hour of urgency.
Here comes the ancient mist…..
Snaking her way beneath the well of toxic grim sin,
Thus commences the chase, till the end of days
And so begins the epic of the invisible amongst the unseen.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
The blue moon is on the rise,
Night is about black
But there are sparkles and
Trails left behind;
It is full of dreams
I am of scars
I am pale
I am of chemicals
"Caged and crushed "
Wearing a Crown Of Baldness
Predictions were of
Absolute certainty
But echoes in my ears
As mere clamours
No more stares and tears
It toppled me in agony
The snowfall commences
Christmas is at my doorstep
And I am to celebrate with wines.
Single love by only one will be superficial.
Hearing of infidelity breaks ones heart.
Anyone can love sex and feel it is crucial.
Real love is caring and giving from the start.
Each of us has lusted over another mate.
Dealing with lust over love can be just a state.
Listen to your deep inner heart for true notions.
Open your heart to touching and all senses.
Victory will be yours for all love’s motions.
Experience all when your new love commences.
My morning starts with leaves from a tree
falling on my bed, through my open
bedroom window - I feel as though I could use
a chainsaw now!
My afternoon commences with sharp noises from spoons
and butter knives falling on the shelves - my
fingers tremble with rage as I search for contacts
for animal control, to take my cat away from my kitchen!
My dinner hour begins a leak on the roof of my dining room-
I wonder whether God is punishing me for being grumpy.
I break my silence to say goodbye
Growth brings decay
Though cold February brings May
Change is a must though we try
To pretend are still the same
The innocent must take the blame
And the guilty go free
I give back your oath, take it of me
When water changes from liquid
To gas, its nature holds still
And longer than meanings will.
Words were all you gave for belief
Love is the fountain of all grief
Not the end of it. I break this silence
To say goodbye, another grief commences.
Every shot of grief and pain
commences the grand experiment
once again,
delineating material differences
in the various types of neglect,
the techniques and attitudes
that too often lead to violence,
and the denial of blame.
Sadly, it always comes to naught:
bought players
mouthing contrived words,
obeying contrary voices,
concluding with self-serving decisions
determined in advance by
those who buy weak souls
in the marketplace of cowardice.