Short Contrarily Poems
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Doctor Ebenezer Quack,
give me my appendix back.
No sir, contrarily, and quite,
you need both removed, left and right.
Recalling December
a faculty member
primarily contrarily
dismissed Christmas.
For goodness sake,
give me a break!
written December 6, 2021
Finding the existence of something which never existed,
Heart went on and on despite the mind staunchly resisted,
'Kind-heartedness' was the one considered to be vulnerable,
'Presence of mind' became the one to be contrarily susceptible!
Doubt. Fear. Par for a world
of quakes and shakes --
droughts and flakes
upon the mountains
contrarily bring
fountains to the
desert bakes – separation
has bound us together --
the world a reflection
of man's ambient Light --
we abuse such gift of
Might – then blame God
for what is wealth of freedom....
In His own image
God created man.
His desire of course
Was that man know His plan.
That created being
With a plan of his own,
Decided contrarily
To what he was shown.
He still, to this day
Cannot understand
Why there’s so much failure
To that which he’s planned.
God proved long ago
That His way is best.
Yet man in his folly
Will still contest.
If by accident, they occasionally
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to breakout in hives,
or shake uncontrollably.
We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much.
Would we demand a dog
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?
Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied
a whole lot better
than we ever could have.
Through googly eye's
and a warm-browed telling
I see that summer is fast coming
the panting wind proclaims it.
As contrarily as a dude can get
I wish for a fresher breeze
a knee twinging chill or two
not many
just a pinch of a light blue
mildness.
Lunch will be brunch today,
and then a nap
between cold beers.
Summer days
are as hazy-brained as ever
I remember,
just before
night flips its switch.
PERVERSITY
contrarily agreeable
sometimes rebellious
but
never unreasonable
that’s me when I
want to be free
desert island exile
scratching my days
away on a coconut
tree or shell
to travel in time
and turn water to
wine
to shoot lasers
from sharp eyes
then watch the
compromise
when landscapes are frank
and nightfall’s harsh I
dive underwater
escaping blue
stark naked past
© Kim van Breda—15 September 2105