Short Injurious Poems
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A vended injurious tongue begets a curse
But one who strives to live a clean life is blessed in many ways
November 7, 2023
APC
Some Senators can get quite furious
They can even become injurious
First scratch 'n then bite
Get into 'cat-fights'
Their arguments ~ utterly spurious
If I had my hammer the blows truly and swiftly would land.
Bereft of implement overlong and injurious my task.
The deed, parting and depriving me of it, from your need or greed?
That problems of the mind
are greater still
more injurious
than a hundred
broken necks.
Clothes
smile
beating heart,
these things
are only masks
hiding the creature
beneath.
"Smoking is bad,
Out of fad", says
my lad of eight
Don't smoke again
It does slain you
Gives pain to us
I do not bluff
Said,"Enough!" Took
a puff to think
26.02.16
Racists are
rapists,
atrocious
artists.
They hurt
the
harmless
but get
haunted
and
hopeless.
Injustice is
an
injurious
injection,
get rid of
racist
with... real
rejection.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience—
Humbled, childish human in need.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Along gravel tracks, who's pitied
Our paucity injurious.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience.
Many a confession is more than a sin injurious
For you may seek to a harm alleviate
Mumble for words and make assumptions erroneous
Yet do sink it and quagmire aggravate
So never torpedo an apology with an excuse
Destitute of exploits,your atonement is of no use.
Lord,
Make me understand better
Your divine plan,
Help me comprehend the reason
Of suffering,
And let me have but a glimpse of
Your celestial wisdom
To reduce my injurious
Ignorance
And stop blaming you for each of
My afflictions.
©Demetrios Trifiatis
12 DECEMBER 2012
In the sudden romance of dawn’s time
I find myself trying to find myself
Spinning in a motionless circle
We are content to be divided
Then gasp with grateful heaving
Knowing that we are one
That we are injurious and alone and tied together
We need not be poor in spirit
Let loose your bounty
Share and be grateful.
stupid poems 8
smoking is injurious to health
so is fluoride fertilisers and breath
why do they sell it then
alcohol is poison
so is air water and religion
why do they sell it now
you kill in self defence
culpable homicide
they kill in war
patriotism
collective sin is a virtue
sep 16 2016
7.26 am
Form:
In both the addiction cases
The end results are being turned into ashes
After being burnt from the time
A cigarette lighted with fire
And love with desire
So smoking is injurious
But love is not
As it burns till death
In pleasure , in delight
Whereas smoking ends up at butt
After being puffed up with smoke and light.
Form:
My friend some time serious,
Some time fast and furious.
And she has some glory,
She never told me sorry.
She has always smile on her face,
Impossible to chase,
But her friendship is pure us.
She is naughty but
See her bounty.
She has scooty,
Which is very sweetie,
See serious her injurious.
Cause she plan for next prank us.
While to myth seers, leap year is mysterious
Science explains it, never injurious
For me, the Lord meant such as victorious
Wondrous grand bonus for gracious day’s gift*.
*Ecclesiastes 3:13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.
January 22, 2020
I repeat that my private life
Is not your wedded wife
And that you’re unbearably curious …
Now I do foresee a strife,
Which might fully involve a knife,
With me as The Fully Furious …
And, sure, you can guess The Next Thing:
‘The Completely Fatally Injurious,
For I shall that knife powerfully swing,
Even with the reasons for it spurious.
Am i right to have questions?
the perspex of time eludes me.
Am i right to compound others betrail?
is it wrong for the taxation of sunshine through a window?
does the dictionary not say, wrong is to treat unjustly.
or wrongful an injurious unjust?
can i writhe on this subject?
or can i just wriggle?
a burdensome duty is a deresion,
a fallacy,a mistaken idea.
its just a delusion.
Sometimes, it falls like heaven is crying
for the minds that raid desecrated the land.
The injurious hands left the earth dying
like a helpless fish left on a dry sand.
Thy wrath that drowns the hearts that prey
brings a wave of worries and agony
for the trees on the mountains faraway
we're killed for just a pay.
October 29, 2022
Dizain Poetry Contest (4th place)
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Edited: November 10, 2022
if i were a fly on the wall with a paintbrush,
i'd be lost and every reflex of mine would be disabled by confusion
my handicap would prevent experiences with bliss but would cause catastrophes with heartbreak
by dawn i would dead and unknown with the dried up earthworms beneath the ground of your throne
a familiar footprint would represent the mediocre attempt of my amorous stint....
....and splattered would be i, the proverbial wall dwelling fly....
I’m not ashamed of
The blinds of my window I opened up
To feel the first beam of sun,
It peeped through, an aura of grandeur
Imbued when the rays landed on my floor,
Like molecules they bump on the walls,
On the ceiling, then on the floor,
Gone are all my injurious apathies,
Now I know anything I come across—
Its hidden texture I discern,
I’m delighted!
My dread is dissipated,
I’m obliged!
My disorders have become transparent,
I’m not ashamed of!
Now, why would Connor commit suicide:
Life's unfinished business wave aside?
Crude deaths had never stopped time and tide;
One would have to Grave gone, no pride...
Connor was only a bit curious,
After what he had heard from Julius,
To find out if it was injurious:
If men's claims weren't, after all, spurious?
Now, should that make comrades furious:
The whole saga take much serious?
Oh! where had he read all about it:
"Safe ways to Naked wires visit"?
Jonah was rashly curious
And it became injurious:
Unannounced slap and hard kick
And it earned him wounds to lick...
A crude one on his tummy
And an adult yelled "Mummy!"
The song in his ears "leave now
Or else you're a finished cow
Already, a bleeding brow
Some arrow to leave a bow
He'd seen they were robbing Jim
With screwed up eyes he'd made dim
Appearance of cops not slim
Like Gangs cup filled to the brim
Nothing now but " Run for it! "
But one could see The Not Fi