Short Exonerated Poems
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Love is overrated
Coined by this heart accelerated
Today exhilarated, tomorrow sorrow filtered
Emotions exuberant
Loneliness exonerated
Time extinguished
Togetherness envisioned
Oh what splendor
This love dreamed
Form:
Exonerated Five
exaggerated
while they were castigated
then exonerated
Future of Democratic Campaign
was a detection
selection of direction
causing infection
creative thinking
to determine great future
will be within grasps
had been annoyed
our friendship destroyed
we now avoid
Jim Horn
Ask
not ! what
Jesus has
done for you! But
what have you lately
done for our sweet Jesus
so today I come to pray
and remember that Easter was
the day Jesus was exonerated
and now sits on the right side of our Lord
Tribute To
The Father
The Son
And The
Holy Spirit
{Amen}
Happy Easter All
Love Kathy & Jenny
J ames said he feels at home here
A nd hasn't felt this good in years
M e, I learned the best remedy
E specially when one is "down" is
S OUP
F or it gets you back on your feet
O nions "taters" and some meat
U feel exonerated
L ike a kid in school
KQQL
***
no meter, no rhyme, just James this time!
convict
discouraged, depressed,
mudslinging, gossiping, exaggerating,
convict, inmate, teacher, father
loving, uplifting, inspiring
innocent, exonerated
Daddy
Betrayal of the heart
cocaine disguised as oxygen,
controlling your breathing
slow to grow like an addiction;
Enamored;
Such passion confined,
exonerated with a touch;
Wordless I cry out,
as reality collapses;
Enraptured;
Tripping on the taste,
in the dark inhibitions fall
for everything enhanced
left strung out with a hangover.
Tortoise had only great things to say about his comrade Lucy.
She inspired their boss to give him a day off with his cousin Deucy.
When Deucy bowed out of the adventure, Tortoise felt relieved
Like he had been exonerated, and reprieved.
Because he had a cozy armchair and an exciting book to read
He settled down for a terrific day; it was a marvelous unselfish deed!
I’m a push-over,
even the moon changes color
when I turn away from it.
Cats only take note of me
when I eat a banana.
A banana is as much a mystery to a cat
as are the pyramids to us.
Last week, if I had died at home
bits of me
would now be in their feed bowls
and litter box.
Cats understand
quick convenience eating.
If the bananas could talk
the cats would be exonerated.
When sweet pleasure turns to pain
And desires turn to nightmares
When every single piece of me
Wants to be free from care
How often do you realise
That something that you wanted yesterday
Is not what you need today?
I've felt the quagmire of emotions
I've dealt with the ramifications of my fantasies
Now all I want is to be exonerated from this situation
Is it too much that I ask for?
I love people who flap their lips
Saying what's on their minds
Ask them how they reached their conclusion
They become instant mimes
I know I love to hear or read
What people have to state
But nothing irritates me more
Than peoples inablility to actually communicate
A difference of opinion
Is what brings experience
But when you can't share your thoughts or feelings
I am exonerated by your silence
Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively
as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses
sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface
My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness
eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation
as a sojourning moon entices her to endear
Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation
exposing her explicitly, exemplifying the excerpt
of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires
watches a sinister looked
at the
behinds , tops and downs ,
that the even these
sorry no left
or aparted
from the it looked
pains been pain though
and days seem saying so
of because the it looked
will by a rising light
swear to be seen
crying yo
a vixen…like…be the it probable
see how it be exaggerated
though be not ever exonerated
from the lover sorrowings
that is the withoutless doers,
but on loving
happy is the yelling rivers
Form:
“This is madness….”
I climbed to the top like Dante
and followed my shadow irreverently
swiftly down the slippery slopes of hell, such beauty
my breath taken away by fearless poetry
a moment exonerated in loneliness
breath like bread is eaten up, a last meal devoured
removed as if it were an illusion
the Schumann in me still silent slowly beats,
the eyes eclipse;
this is madness....
My Life: A Croquis
Candide Diderot. ‘25