Short Disputing Poems
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Let's all blow a raspberry at Ras Putin,
He was a cad, no disputing.
This man was mean and obscene,
He was the lover of the Russian Queen
Then assassinated by a triple shooting.
Are we really disputing beliefs of the past
Evolution makes us think we have surpassed
Basic skills back then
We surely do transcend
But their abilities were amazing and really vast
Are we really disputing beliefs of the past
Evolution makes us think we have surpassed
Basic skills back then
We surely do transcend
But their abilities were amazing and really vast
Jocks
gruff, tough
grinning, winning, sinning
asses and passes; glasses and classes
fluting, computing, disputing
wordy, nerdy
Geeks
For the Diamante Contest of Janis Thompson
Thinking of war, engaged in Ukraine; now so sore
Remembering ww 2, Hitlers outfit brand Shiny new'
Well he had preped, the world then his target.'
So would not putin? of his attack no disputing
Have for world capture, not done exactly the same?
DIVERSION
distraction abides
digression paints winds of change
departure conveys impending schedules
disclaimer as others watch their flowers grow
diverting fear from life’s ebb and flow
deterrents will come and go
disputing certain
DIVERSION
© Kim van Breda—13 January 2015
unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :
cult of escape from
tangled half-truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics
you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death-mask
transcends a fresco
labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things
the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe
SATISH VERMA
Form:
unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :
cult of escapc from
tangled half- truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics
you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death – mask
transcends a fresco
labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things
the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe
SATISH VERMA
Form:
What is love?
Is it reality?
Is it your best friend? An illusionary mind full of per-ambles...AND THEN tomorrow again?
Can it get, like a machine can shop?
Do we spiel and squeal like wheels-
or the heels and hails in the hails?
What is diatonic in petitionary collusion(s)?
I see disputing commendations and suspended dreams with smoke and things...
I see how everything can clash, and then we need a piece...
After swimming ashore
exhausted and on their last legs
when searching the beach
for somwhere secure to lay their eggs
two turtles who didn't see eye to eye
had a kerfuffle got in each other's face
and after a scuffle continued contesting
disputing the perfect nesting place
for altho' by the light of the moon
both were soon to be a mother
apparently they appeared to be
at loggerheads with one another
How can it be described my love, the life of an angel?
Staring into exotic skies with emptiness in my heart.
Vicious winds confide in me their wickedness
Looking down on me your radiance shines through the night
Forever I loved
But in minutes I lost
Drifting amidst dark seas
Vainly disputing the spirits
Arrogantly cheating death, where am I without you
You stand in heaven, me on earth.
Yet without you I am broken
Lost, and seeking
A beauty that is matchless
In wasted time
The zephyr breeze disturbs the leaves
through pristine forest trees,
and water gurgles over rocks,
while coursing to the seas,
disputing shrieks beyond all sight,
as if there is a riot,
yet with the gloom I left behind,
this does become my quiet.
Thunder bolts though distant now,
are carried on the cloud,
a rustle made in dying grass,
can be a nervous loud.
Sombre tones of crackling fire,
may well fill the night -
where natural balance poises,
this quiet I will not fight.
When it is darkening
And the clouds are gathering
In the heightening to start raining,
All you see is lightning brightening
Followed by loud bass hammering frightening
Not for threatening but for enlightening,
The source of an ink so inspiring
Charles melody is a lightning ink.
No need for disputing
Why wasting time debating?
For the lightning is captivating,
The ink makes you think
The melody is a remedy,
Charles melody is a lightning ink.
By: Charles Melody, (Lightning ink).