Short Inordinate Poems
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Jugs of an INORDINATE size
I can't help but lOOk at them
Giggles escape from my lips
Grapefruit like in shape
Lively like bounce
In my face
Nifty
Gift
craving
your soft kisses
inordinate desire
that continues haunting my...
daydreams
Date written: 06/09/2020
I awaken with inordinate maturate on my face. Stripping my skin away disinters a face made of red clay I then claw and strip it away to show the face of a roseate mask and once unmasked revealed the black star.
I
Being me
Petrichor
Do unto me,
What many can not
Yearning within me are
Inordinate volumes in
Desiring whispers of happiness.
Nevertheless, people question me
Challenging my identity.
I cry out! For I shall always be me.
A scornful attitude towards others
Inordinate in longing for status
Concuspicent of the carnal desires
Evoke wrath in ideas responses
Overindulging in consuming foods
Copying the traits and abilities
Showing laziness in the own duties
1-19-2016
Tracing Steps
Written: by Miracle Man
8/22/2017
Never devote an inordinate amount of time,
Looking in a direction that you can’t travel;
Past days can’t return you to your prime,
Nor is it reason for the present to unravel.
Any hope of change rests in the present
Not in tracing steps.
Tom
Inordinate
Construction terminology limits interaction and
Obstinate theory considered heating
Cursory exam investigates
Finance
While article confides in history
Another letters still
Placement of interaction causes excess time?
Employees are not in a large building
Only resolved in exposure to smaller liens
Stocks and Bonds are Complexity
Come again
Come against
The temple the how is is going
Sir
Like my name
Next time
Aint a happen
Yet im a man
In line
Like how i defi
Ant
To me
Loud about it
Check da mate
King to a cause
You inordinate
I subordinate
Textable mouths
I fed
Like an agent of change
Your minds a painful page
Working on lines
In war
You a charge that can’t fake in
I like gita, so am I Ra, displaced field, you sow the sod, the undue passage is left here as a message, the messiah of goodness has left us a passage, clearly the light at the end of the tunnel leads out, like spinnails in curtains and an inordinate stop, the sign painted red heralds the fellows, broken deaf mutes, palaver with others. The sun god opens verses biblical like butter, this too spreads that sornet the beddum of hellers.
God genuinely grants grace
Gradually graciously generously,
Generating gratitude and gladness
Inspired, I imagine
Inordinate ingenuity, illuminating ideas,
Intelligent interlocking with insightful intuitiveness.
His heartfelt honest humanity honoring humans
Has held, helped, hugged, and healed me.
His hopefulness honors Him as my hero.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Regal Relationship with God
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
must it be for contest prompt to make you read my lines?
must I play up to the theme so that you'll take the time?
must I spend inordinate time to visit everyone?
must it be that what you read are poems that have won?
Won't you come and visit me, and read a rhyme or two?
Leave a little comment there and say, "How do you do?"
Won't you read these simple words for love of poetry?
Won't you come and spend some time with silly little me?
Eileen Manassian
where does the line we draw
begin
is it somewhere behind
or before;
is it between us
lost in the tangle we step
inordinate
to be
within the line?
what a jagged jig we jag
among a potpourri
that of
tin cans and broken branches.
we kick to clear
our way
sometimes skimming
sometimes skipping.
lost and crazy
it seems
crossover, crossover, crossover
because we draw the line.
how 'bout a hyphen?
Colour Schemers
Arab Traders excavated
Europe laid the foundation
The New World framed it perfectly
The rest of the races roofed it
This …
Inordinate economic concupiscence
Shadowy sham, animated by a violent passion
An extraordinary alteration
So…
Nature convulses
Human dignity reduced to
Colour: Black, white, brown, yellow
But …
The scale corrects itself
The clock resets
The scheme falls apart
Because …
There is only one humanity
It’s you.
It’s me.
Your wealth could work against you
When those around you are there for it
Your early death is of inordinate benefit
They then serve to facilitate the ending
Those around are usually partners
In a life where one lives in communities
Siblings, relatives & partners stay around
Especially when the body gets weak with age
When those around fail to be true
You become source for money-grubbing
Even after they promote early earthly exit
Your legacy gets traded to sustain cupidity