Short Equated Poems

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R-  Regnant-reigning
E-  Elevated-Equated
G-  Grandiose-Galore
A-  Aristocratic-authoritative
L-  Loyal

4/5/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018
Form: Acrostic


Equated and Located

Equated and Located

At first, all the evidence we had located;
With facts found we eventually equated;
Where it was; 
What de does;
We were shocked and had to be sedated.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Congratulated and Elated

Congratulated and Elated

Are things equated with congratulated,
And had been happy as well as elated;
Beyond measure;
That will treasure;
This was expected and also anticipated.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Why People Had Waited

Why People Had Waited

We always wondered why people had waited;
With much madness and stupidity it equated;
Beyond belief,
And on  relief;
Final conclusion was that they hallucinated.

Jim Horn

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Form: Limerick

Who the Heck Named Me

My Name

Bobby- British Police Officer

Jo-Sweetheart: A Scottish Term

May-Comes from Maia s also borne in Roman mythology by an earth-goddess who is sometimes equated with the Greek

Where did my mother come up with this, lol
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One Last Beginning

The spirit travels
where facts can’t go

Past the borders
of what’s to know

Equated speech,
its truth unrhymed

Dogmatic, to amend
in time

But freedom calls,
its voice impends

One last beginning
—that seeks no end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Form: Rhyme

In Vain

You should note that I don't hate
because of you!
You should note that I don't 
love because of you!

And all of that I compared  and equated in my soul.

As if what all is come, down the drain,
As if what all is gone in vain  
As if what all is born in heart and
still, only in vain,in vain

Perception

Beauty is a matter of perception,
And we lack the visual empathy to truly distinguish how 
It cleaves those who failed to be perfection
In the eyes of beauty, 
Equated to perfection and its perfectionist
I say a masterpiece is worth
More when it’s flawed,
Flawed as is the word when, it’s flawless.

My Penny

Are we prepared to display diplomacy conclusion in el salvador
Are we equated to the residue of our streets at home
While time lapsed beneath the bullets our fireworks burned our shores
Titled day and lived beneath flight
Our cowardice increases as feeding child bites
Taken long, measures of meat
And heel we have not, for catching little speak

Fire

It is always equated to hollow and negative emotions.
Sometimes it symbolises winning and a valid vision.
Fire is what I feel inside when I think of my motherland.
It is a feeling of pride to me whenever I take a right stand.
It is the warmth of satisfaction after a busy and hectic day.
Fire is the joy we feel when things work our way.
Form: Rhyme

Nature of the Illness

I am not valid
My beliefs a flashing error message on the computer screen 
Null and void with another's solution 
My feelings equated with a precarious river
Waning as if unaware of my own direction 
Lost and so unreal  
My thoughts a mere blip on a radar 
Destined to change with the shifting storms
Varying and unpredictable
Now to be unspoken and silenced

Patience

They ask me
What is this about
I say
It way too  deep to speak
Laying on bed
Drops falling
Praying my soul
To god he keep
A bucket
For my patience
Yes
I know one
Who had a dream
Now respect is not equated
With loyalty
Too myself I stay true
Quietly built a city in six months
Now in three years
It's true
I'm through
Patience for the press
Relaxation when I need
Tiptoeing over my next move
In myself
I trust
And believe
Form: Rhyme

Obsessive Orange

I saw thy beauty in sunrise 
the tangerine charm of sun that delight
and equated your smooth skin to sunset
when the sun is trying to hide
It is the colour that brings me a smile
It's romantic and like a beautiful dream.
birds chatter, "I love you," with a sweet bliss.
The color orange is memorable for me,
As my lover confessed and endorsed her love to me
these memories are associated with sunset;
Hence, I shall cherish it forever and ever....

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