Short Dispensable Poems

Life is so dispensable,
Where there is no notice of its right, 
Where it is easy killing then breathing, 
Where suffering has become an interest of conflict,
Where survival has become our very last wish,
All there is, 
Living for something, And dying for Nothing....

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Each day
Hangs on a thread
Of uncertainty that
Tilts on a fragile, weak balance
Moving to and fro from darkness to light
Light to darkness, chaos and death
All seem dispensable
As the thread frays
Each day.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.23.16


Rictameter - poem with nine lines, syllable format 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2...

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I work for things deemed sensible
and avoid the junk dispensable
while seeking what's appreciable
to learn just what's achievable

while backwards reprehensible
where everything's disposable
and all that's left that's savable
is garbage that's recyclable

So say a prayer that's plausible
and hold mankind accountable
to keep your faith believable
that there's a God perceivable...

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The only way to define it is
Co-dependent confinement
The earth off it's axis
The planets out of alignment
all this time spent in silence
of my constant reliance 
I'm in need of some guidance
out of your hypnotic trance
at first glance
the roads all lead to pain
I'm too used to being a dispensable pawn
in your twisted chess game
what do you have to gain
if I remain the same 
what if i change
and go up in flames?...

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Do not be mistaken by the black feathers upon my chest
I am the mediator between life and death
Do not be fooled I am no omen
I have come as your ally not as your opponent
Do not begin this game of chess
until your adversary begins to manifest
For he is not the king upon the throne
but a dispensable pawn; a veteran on his own.
Just keep focusing on protecting your home,
leaving him wondering if you are a raven or a crow....

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Having surpassed the ides of March. 
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable. 
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world....

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The African Heat 
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Seyon felt a silent pain;
Almost agony 
People feel at the knowledge that
They are dispensable after all
She had also felt
The shame of a child who sees a grown - up
Suddenly caught in the act of chasing
A butterfly over velds and roads.
Wel, dit is 'n spreekwoord;
                     The African heat 
Does things to women,
Miskien vreemde dinge
Strange things.









GHOPS...

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