Short Commits Poems
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Although I probably hate a person who commits a felony, I may hate moreso a self righteous soul who won't commit a misdimeanor.
My love has not a single flaw
A quality I regard with awe.
She commits no faux pas
And always obeys the law
Can all this be true? Nah.
Teenage girls to the age of 18
Are renown as juicy and lean
Then Old Father Time
Commits an hate crime
Making them fat, wrinkled, and mean!
One might escape punishment, when he commits a crime
But unable is to hide himself from consciousness sublime.
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2016
Trump Fraud We Should Shod
Trump himself does like to laud;
Not only that thinks he is a god;
While he sat,
A dingbat,
While he lies and commits fraud.
Jim Horn
wounded by constant criticisms she feels
.
worthless, commits suicide •••
parents regret life-long
~
04.09.2021
For Constance La France, kimo
Ink Pot
WHEN your heart commits treason,
Don’t commit yourself
to the cages
of your
words.
You are not your fiction.
Open the pot,
And smear ink
all over
“Him”.
Disentangle.
Affairs Scares
With women Trump likes having affairs,
Even though about them never cares;
He commits misogyny;
Abnormal psychology;
His attitude about women surely scares.
Jim Horn
Temptation leads man to commit sin
and break his promise to his spouse.
One who falls into come-on
commits a grave mistake
not only against
his own partner
but also
to one
God.
Farm laborer
Produces
Food for you and me;
Commits suicide
Owing hunger and
Non repayable debt...
We accumulate
His grains
Eat
Waste...
(Every day, 28 people dependent on farming die by suicide in India)
03 December 2021
Manichean
He definitely to me is a Manichean
Of someone who commits much sin;
Can't get balls to fall through hoop
And is definitely a nincompoop
Sure is monster among all men.
Now can you top or cap
that one About Trump?
Jim Horn
~*~
~~*~~
WORLD WAR TWO HITS US
JAPAN GERMANY BOTH STRIKE
WE KICK THEIR ASSES
~*~
CARPET BOMB EUROPE
NAZIS FIRST JAPAN IS NEXT
TWO ATOMIC BOMBS
~*~
NINETEEN FORTY FIVE
HITLER COMMITS SUICIDE
JAPANESE GIVE UP
~~*~~
~*~
His lover died
upon a cold, stone tomb floor,
poison on her lips.
How could this happen?
Shakespear miss-translated an
old Italian tale.
A fairy tale commits suicide.
Alternative versions collide,
sad endings multiply,
for those that watch
their own days play out,
and wonder.
In a football pitch,
Where player defends each other,
Trying to win
And admit fouls,
A goal is everyone’s target.
In our daily practice,
Achievement is all success,
A person commits crime,
When he founds that
His opponent is strong
Or clever than him.
A person’s defeat is
A person‘s effort.
Israel says Hamas-Gaza commits genocide
murdering innocents while they paraglide
Meanwhile Gazans weep and cry
for thousands of innocents they claim died
I know a Chicagoan who really tried
to understand the rationale of each side
He's concluded it’s mutual suicide
If you were a lover
I’d tire of loving
instead, I nurse
and soothe
as an ulcer
reminded when
I or anyone
commits a misdemeanor
that given your delicate state
it burns pitifully, and you
pained beyond the measure
flare, charring my skin
as I hold on,
stomp out the flames
and bring you back, again.
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colorful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colourful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
Study from bee
You will see: Mercy and Unity
In a safe bed hole
Mother feeds baby bee
Feed on pretty flowers
After absorbing the pollen
Leave flowers without stains.
Help breed future flowers.
Take home, sweet food,
To produce honey: A nutritional value
Sometimes, somehow,
Man unwillingly commits something,
With a lack of consciousness.
God in his infinite wisdom
Has Man mortal made
For was the only way that He
Could evil in the world blocade
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
18 July 2016
* Dispite the fact that Man knows he is mortal he commits abominable crimes
against life, nature and other men. One can only imagine what would he have done
if he were immortal.
Writing for pictures
This false reality
Commits you blind
It’s okay
We never really wanted
To see this world
This living
This heavenly prison
A crystal ball
To tease, a god
To no longer breathe
Or listen
Mission accomplished
Our days have grown tired
Our dream purges expiration
A date due of intense aggravation
World I simply wish you the best
“writing for pictures”
A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!
With pouted lips they ask
‘O! relenting Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!
‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!
Form:
A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!
With pouted lips they ask
‘O! relenting Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!
‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!
Form:
In the age of sixteen
Your heart wouldn’t be clean
This is your dark age
And beauty commits a lot of wage
Sun In your face sinks very deep
And stars in your face grow in a week
No cheese moon can hide them off
If you try to touch them I will pop
Stars in the sky are uncountable
But these stars make a lot of trouble
It is the night age –which is long
And this one is a truthful song!
Hauled up
the breast suture.
You were following the milk route,
epitomizing the fall. From the
golden clouds. Wanting to
swim in blue veins,
you were drowned. The fire
has spurted the blood. A carbon
copy of exit strategy
in your hands, you unreel
the chains of libido in failed
state of limbs.
The cartel has littered
the street with gentle greens,
to buy the lips. Spurned
lover commits a suicide.
Satish Verma