Short Gruelling Poems

Gruelling summer
Relents with the squall this night
A bluish release
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April 30//2017...

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The heat of a gruelling day
Dissolves into dusk
Sifts yellows and gold 
From the parched brown earth
Into the colours of the sea...

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bulging
burgeoning
bulbous grin

widening
a widened chair
to sit him in

liking 
lotions
rubbed on chin

and greying
gruelling
sunburn skin



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Drops drop on dry soil
sky is crying from gruelling heat
humidity takes over from here

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charismatic smell of soil in rain
little droplets bouncing off leaves
earth imbibe water with suspire...

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Bushfires ruling,
Floods, gruelling,
Tsunamis fall to destroy,
As the quakes kill joy.

Virus spreading,
Across all headings,
Can't just make it drop,
How does it all stop?

At the end of a row,
There's always a rainbow,
Like after the arc,
We can escape the dark....

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She came towards me 
With arms opened wide 
Ever so gently caressing my upturned face. 
Softly,sweetly,so soothing, 
A lover's touch, 
Enraptured in the warm embrace of the beaming moon, 
Surrounded by pulsating stars 
In the dark velvety night sky, 
It felt like heaven 
A gorgeous end to a gruelling day!...

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L-ong and arduous journey
O-pens your life to faith; 
V-igorously reach your goal, 
E-nter into the heaven's gate.

L-ong and arduous journey
I-s also the difficult way; 
B-ecause it's marked by great effort, 
E-leventh of March Sunday.
R-ough and rigorous road
A-llows your eyes to see
T-he hard and gruelling labor
O-f the long and arduous journey....

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Mask ....
I love wearing mask it hides my poking 
 nose ,
And protects me from the sneezing doze.
It takes the safety limit to the sky ,
But I don't know why 
I love my mask ?
Because being at home is a gruelling task .
At last ,
the world I would  like to ask ,
When will we take out the mask?
When will we show our beautiful faces?
And  will there be no covid cases?...

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They say,

a time cometh where a lad and a lass
strike parity.

The thought itself is everlasting
insanity.

For the world is gruelling and they ooze of 
pity

And men's politicking,to them,is a feat near   impossibility.

Drums are not needed to boom my
  views.

All hail men! Women pay your
   dues.

Woman,
whilst we engage in battle,
face your cooking   pot

For marginalization  shall die 
not....

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I want to return home
I'm sick of being alone
the green house, my warm room
without this dense feeling of gloom
i want to be with the people i know
where the days arent so gruelling and slow
the place filled with warmth and laughter
where i would live happily ever after
sitting around together eating tea
with them telling me they love me, unconditionally
but honestly I'm just lying through my teeth
because this is all just hireath...

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