Short Confiscated Poems

extensive empire
	vast confiscated castles ~
		no time for bumbling...

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Shadorma (roses)

Poor woman
Sell roses in streets
Of Oslo
Law arrives
She has no proper permit
Flowers confiscated....

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She too had many dreams
Which had nothing to do with streams.
Although it crashed
She wasn't smashed.
She knew she would somehow manage to beam....

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Your picture 
Only captured half your story
Yet I confiscated
Your entire mentality
Within seconds 
You may be good at hiding
But I’m better at seeking...

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Miss Armitage entered Calculus class
To stand amidst a disorderly eruption
And she immediately confiscated a catapult
Deemed to be a weapon of math disruption...

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How I hate the Food Police 
Watching watching me
Counting out the calories
Watching what I eat

Go away so I can sneak
Tip-toe tip-toe EEK!
Where’s my hidden stash of sweets?
Confiscated treats!


 5/9/12...

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Confiscated Instead of Waited

Instead of for a while Trump having waited,
Committed a crime and things confiscated;
A liar born
With much scorn;
Was provocative when he always prevaricated.

Jim Horn...

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Reduced to a piece of luggage 
with memories of hanging gardens
zippers split open with grinning, yellow teeth
I surrender my neatly folded heart 
to be confiscated, devoured, and cemented...
by a patrol who cannot border my tears......

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wearing a gorgeous blue topaz necklace
confiscated from the spoils of the Titanic
a sultry siren blows watery smoke rings in the Atlantic
waiting for a handsome naive sailor
willing to follow her down the depths of despair
where extra loot lies in wait...

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It didn’t matter the detriment or the law,
What was confiscated was our freedom.
Love is a warrior.
Time is the enemy.
Make friends with your enemies
Knowing they win in the end.
That’s why humor is so sacred.
See we are not so insufferable, after all.
All around us is love and momentous light....

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If all the Bibles were confiscated and burned,
Would you have enough of it in your heart,
To help you get to heaven-
To make it through the dark?

Without the Bible in our homes, and in our hearts,
Darkness like we have never known before,
Would cover our land from sea to sea.
In your heart is an abundance of it stored?...

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subject
object
one hand clap,

kaleidoscopic
head trippin'
on the road without a map,

illuminated
confiscated
buddha’s holy rap,

no self
myself
nirvana's just a trap,

rocket trip
crashing down
head ringin’ trigger slap,

genocidal
herbal tea
messiah takes a nap,

broken flags
burnin’ toys
helmet hammer double tap,

win some
lose more
karma takes another lap…...

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Sapphire currents 
          engulf consciousness  
      'neath waves of confiscated
   ancient sunken treasure, 
delving neath oceans
       cobalt manifests,
   lost riches of bygone eras
   destined to respectfully 
        resurface its significance,
   midst new horizons' encompassed
      realms as clarity's power deeply inhales
                 depths of salty sea's tumult...

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no 
officer 
i was not 
going over 
the limit

licence and
registration 
please

as he walked
back to his car
i tried to think of
how to get out of
this predicament

sir step out of the car
this is not your first
offence over 10 in
a 24 poems per
hour zone

your pen and paper
will be confiscated
until you are deemed
fit to write with a
certain amount of

responsibility...

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I have never even seen a Ninja
But I bet you didn’t know that, did ya?

     I am just a peaceful soul
     A video game “Black Hole”

You know your WiFi’s safe with me, don’t ya?

Although each Ninja has the same dark face
I won’t be inviting one to my place

     All weapons confiscated
     At the door; I’m elated

To keep Ninja warfare out of my space



*Entry for PD’s Sneaky Ninja contest...

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Today the mist rules, stolen horizon
in a merge of sea and dank air, sky
confiscated, parcelled in a grey 
patination like macular degrade.

Fields and village prematurely aged
to lie in a state of transience,
shrouded in mourning funereal garb
fashioning weighted reverend silence.

Even the rising tide treads  quiet
in its take as the pacing frill 
of frothed surf whispers a rhythmic  lullaby
to the drowsing day beneath its blanket....

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I kiss his soft lips
Inhale his scent
As I take another breath
Within his venom I went

His arms wrapped securely
Around my limp frame
He looked deep into my eyes
With spears and flames

With such compassion
Extreme grace
He stabbed my heart
With each touch to his face

My lungs expanded
With poison from his exhale
He never said a word
Just confiscated what was frail

Death is not was he seeks
Just to wound his prey
Beware of the venom
A kiss of death may be on it's way...

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