Short Disowns Poems
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Chicken is poultry
it’s not poetry
I may write chicken scratch
I’m an artist to match
Mother disowns me
am I truly free?
God has blessed with everything in life,eat well,dress sense and enjoy life but don’t waste.Something someone wastes certainly another’s and he disowns that one wastes!
.. you daydream nights
on a seamless shore,
spinning yarns of yore,
'neath borderless horizons
of the ocean skies,
till love no longer
knows your heart,
till sight disowns
your eyes..
Azzure night calls
rush blurry eyes
Pigeons came a calling
Waterloo I curse you
morning came a sneaking
The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear
Suited clad
screeches the acceptable
Strange exiles disowns the Thames
He, momentarily
looks in my direction
Now glancing away, so
how could he, when once he
told me I was his world
Splinters of heartache pierce
my wretched heart disowns
Your heartlessness exposed
3/17/20
Time not only seems to be speeding up…
it actually is
Perception trumping reality looking forward,
not looking back
Undercooked moments blow into the future,
their aroma unsettling
As tomorrow disowns today
—lamenting the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Nubs and dents and chips and strings
Imperfect world that burns and stings
Dings and scratches, holes and bends
Those flawed existence dividends
Cuts and bruises, broken bones
People that the world disowns
Paupers, cowards, plagues and kings
Imperfect world of many things
Soulless
Dissected
A heart turning back
Jilted
Rejected
Last stab in the back
Mourning
New morning
The day unatoned
Nighttime
The verdict
Whose sentence disowns
Lovers
And lizards
The swamp but the same
Feeding
On hunger
Starvation the game
Cursing
each blessing
with heartache reset
Dying
While living
— new tears wait unwept
(The New Room: January, 2024)
I said it all long ago
once in a poem
Nothing to restate,
no words to explain
The waters have traveled,
my ship has long sailed
Your curious intention
brings only refrain
All thoughts into memory
whose feelings have gone
The property of others
my words now belong
Wishing and hoping
the spirit disowns
All wisdom diverted
—to skip that last stone
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
For you starless nights stretch out
and scare away the morn,
and yet it's you who tint and tinge,
who paint and adorn
every thread and strand that you stitch
and loop with the years
into the fine fabric of Life, Love,
Death, it appears,
as you daydream nights at the seam
of a seamless shore,
sketching the now and tomorrow,
spinning yarns of yore
beneath borderless horizons
of the ocean skies,
till love knows no more your heart,
till sight disowns your eyes.
The sun ignites, the moon replies,
their love condemned beneath the skies.
He burns by day, she glows by night,
two souls apart, denied their right.
He rises, she falls, a cruel design,
two hearts aligned but never in time.
The universe casts its binding chains,
yet devotion flows through cosmic veins.
An eclipse—brief mercy, a fleeting kiss,
proof that forbidden love still exists.
Is this the fate of sun and moon alone,
or of all lovers whom society disowns?