Short Condones Poems
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There's no question that God condones
His kind blessing of pheromones
But all said and done
While we're having fun
He hears nothing but moans and groans!
The children are birthing laughter, silence whispers sadness.
The scarcity of sanity ignores their joyfulness, there is no righteousness.
A scream and a screech…
Succumbed by the mundane souls that condones their voice.
There is a tear, out of fear.
There is a pen, a pen divulging those souls wickedness in every prose.
Form:
Being kind,
is to risk getting hurt,
feeling like a sucker,
when others do not do
what you do for them.
Choosing it,
nonetheless,
is courage,
while selfishness is cowardice,
not the other way around.
Kindness challenges injustice,
selfishness condones it,
the former innovates,
the latter follows
the follies of this fallen world.
If dishonesty is more despicable than lies,
let one ponder over guilt 'till that word dies!
Why are dishonest people so confident...
that being caught is no embarrassment?
Taking someone's else belongings to pay the rent,
or stealing an identity is easier than robbing a bank!
If the word " Dishonesty " is more despicable than lies,
why be that one who condones or even sympathizes?
Spiritual journey of a woman
She is the gateway to life’s existence
The motive of you and me
She resides in a world full of malevolence
She decides the way of her success
She consoles and condones that which she values
She is tormented by the adversities reigning that affect her happiness
She toils and lingers seeking the freedom to be
Her journey is infinite
The journey of a woman is knotty, thorny, but yet guided by the Creator
By my side
through hardship and pain,
you are my
guardian
Angel, assigned the keys to
both my heart and soul.
A Godsend:
you watch over me
with love and
tenderness:
offering hope and comfort
in my times of need.
An Angel;
that gently guides me
to the truth,
patiently;
and never condones a lie
to gain my favor.
I have faith,
and need not pretend
to believe:
for the Lord
sent my guardian Angel;
to look after me.
The mind bleeds today, of all that is lost , searching for truth , below it she lies naked, life and your pearch all sent from above, out among stars, we see the shielded night, the moon in her eyes, it penetrates my thought as I penetrate her love, through a thousand seas of bliss love is full made, recapture the instance of faith and sex with the the stars mother, the earth mother condones it, progress to silence ,than the scream of ecstasy to another days light, and a star is born
It might be the climate
Or maybe the heat
Which blasts our apartment
And will not retreat…
But every winter,
My skin starts to itch
And nothing relieves it.
(I’ve heard every pitch.)
I’ve tried every lotion
And many a cream
Yet still I’m so itchy
I just want to scream.
It’s not a disease
But a seasonal woe.
When spring rolls around,
It will vanish, I know.
Still, three months of scratching,
Which no one condones,
Will leave me near skinless,
A bucket of bones!