Short Imprudent Poems
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The angels tears fell into a river of black.
nauseated, I urged to go back.
For an imprudent girl would surly die
if to continue where angels cry
Young Frankenstein was a straight A student,
but, he did some things maybe he shouldn't -
like that time in the lab
when he took a strange stab
at an experiment, most imprudent.
Everything but the spoken word
is aware of its existence:
vegetation, rivers, the stars;
they are centered on nothing else.
They, all, comprise the universe.
Even this imprudent poet
lives it in part, less dignified
within it save benighted
freedom of my talkative mind.
I AM AN I AM
I AM AN I AM
I am immaculately impudent
I am imprudent
I am impractical
I am impersonal
I am impatient
I am impolite
I am impure
I am imperfection
I am at an impasse
I am immature
I am imbecilic
But most important of all is
I am impotent
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The world of Digital
Makes life integral
Matrimony or money
Technology admits so many
Youths are busy
But imprudent use of technology makes them dizzy.
Change is permanent
Adopt without argument
The whole world in techno clutch
Except the healing human touch!
Thank God!
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Date: 12-03-2022.
Born upon loving wings of scorn;
forced through amorous efforts to make my life adorn.
Told how to feel and how to proceed;
why won’t anyone listen to me?
Believe me, please!
I try hard, I really do;
but through hypocritical persuasion we’re forced to care only for you.
God, Allah, Yahweh, and Krishna alike,
to all of you I have called in my imprudent life.
Yet the only answer I have received, is not the one I need.
Form:
Smilingly the broken heart!
For your Days are off,
You! Broken heart!
Brought failure in life
The broken heart of yours, will never find concord!
You found her unalloyed!
Yet tortured her to expiry
Like fighting with Ohio *****
Dirge her cheeks daily
You ruffian monster
Let your heart not respite!
What was up?
No admiration even little!
Acting like a juvenile
Yet escaped the wedding?
Lucas 13.102017
Based from experience
Studying the face’s familiar eyes
Compelled to ask, “Who are you?”
In a cant voiced riposte he said
“Wealthy and destitute”,
“I am impartial and prejudiced”,
“Compassionate and derisive”,
“I am modest and narcissistic”,
“Munificent and niggardly”,
“I am astute and imprudent”,
“Dignified and indecorous”,
“Each piece of this puzzle is me”,
“And I am the puzzle in entirety”
My mirrored face then audaciously asked,
“Now tell me…who are you?”
The rift
They say comes from deep
within.
But I beg to differ
Isn’t pink a compromise between
red and white?
At times even slightly
approaching lavender?
So why should it not
make a concession?
An indulgence
A consideration for the niceties
of the heart.
Dear pink alloy
So pure yet so imprudent.
Or is it that the alloy which was
refuses to acknowledge the alloy
which could become?
How my heart yearns for
your sweet fragrance!
Spread your petals and
Bid me inhale.
I sought to compose an imprudent poem
And started to draw on the blank paper
Words in transparent foliage
That took on the shape of weeping dew.
I wished to disobey the rule,
Institute an unruly troop,
Not to house feelings of stone,
Nor even listen to balanced peace.
I wanted to, but could not compose
Verses in metrified lines
Using named decasyllables.
Among lines with alternating rhymes,
Is born, with the imprudence as sung
Not a poem, but rather a Sonnet!
Listen to poem:
I think I am.
I think, therefore I am.
I think I can.
I think I can, without thinking.
I can't empty my mind.
Why would it ever be vacuum within -
floating, mindless, selfless, ego-less, endless?
But I want to be simply blameless,
as myself, unaware of itself.
Freed from judgment's reach.
Impartial, free and imprudent.
A trace just barely aware,
of what's there, that's all!
A tiny stem-cell explant, a kernel extract.
A little less certain.
Just a tad more than nothing.