Short Manmade Poems
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A warning to all Jacks and Jills,
"The world is full of manmade ills
that can't be cured by manmade pills."
Won 6th place
A swimming pool for the dog?
My husband acts like I am mad.
Does he not remember my manmade bog?
A delicious pool for the most pets I ever had.
plying females with manmade bait ~ is not an animalistic trait
beasts instinctively lie in wait ~ a misogynist will dope its date
By
David Kavanagh
Serpents in Egypt engraved images for each being
Unveiling the lack of discursive reasoning in the heavens
Not manmade patterns to represent sounds and reasonings
Sunlight filters through heavy fog
Stillness wraps each chilled tree
Noise floats upon fog's damp air
Manmade sounds a symphony
fall's angular light
illuminates....
golden ginko's leaves
my storm has calmed as a result of you
my lightening is now charitable due to your influence
my wind is now easygoing thanks to your astonishing gift of love
i am now a quietly humble rainfall with a shy, southern charm
you are the immovable umbrella that now protects me from all the manmade elements
Being saved from bombers attack a boy was looked after
In a manmade small hole of underground shelter
He peeped out of it to be sure about whether
More bombs were loosed from fighter
To destroy rest of the houses
To shatter rest of the hopes
To burn rest of the plants
To kill rest of humans
To ruin civilizations
With all nations.
VALENTINE
Vanity says not to be alone on this day
Ask yourself is it necessary to be in love
Loving someone it takes time never a day
Ever stop to think even in love is lonliness
Today is another manmade commerce day
It is important to make each day fill of love
Nothing more important than taking time
Every single day should be valentine day
There was a time when we,
you and me,
had been it seemed
more than all the world.
When you did fill me with that strength
that makes men gods.
Or better.
But it was nothing more than love,
a manmade thing that lets us think
there’s more to life than earthly strife.
And we,
just for a moment had forgot
what true life is
and what it's not.
fog weaves silence into the cool morning,
consorting with cousin clouds
as treetops sway and sigh
a lone spark ignites
flames that spread like bold disease
while smoke-smog smothers
skies that cry acid raindrops
onto graves of bark and ash
highways part the trees...
another cigarette butt
tossed out the window
For Constance's "Three Verses" contest (Kimo/Tanka/Senryu)
Though I traveled the world
I never did find
aught but vacuous
women and wine
Distant shores
promised gold
panned for weeks
then got rolled
Wonders of nature
thrilled me not
manmade marvels
I quickly forgot…
A fitting end to
all my adventures
Woe is me ~ I lost
my dentures
Amidst the millions
If not billions
A refusal to admit
to a truth one must commit
for lies among the fogs
concealed the truth
all embedded in logs
awaiting a next move
no one hears
for it is to much to bare
all less fearful of God
rather prefer to hang on an evil rod
testing God's natural Truth
against manmade lies
when the bucket of flies
Opens the world will split
In two.
Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder
Not the manmade clamour of a corpus
But beauty to make all split asunder
Beauty: Purposiveness without purpose
To prove to all trapped life, including us
To ascend past the black clouds of reason
To the Pleroma, with its sublime sun
The source of every beauty in the all
Arzhang, the art of Mani and the Son
Sensuous semblance unveiled, heaven’s call
when i am stressed
overwhelmed
my life spins out of control
always chasing my tail
feeling tossed about
no matter what i do
no matter how i try
my life still spins out of control
i’m nothing but a slave
to all powerful master
*time*
my heart my soul
my spirituality
are at their weakest
literally
bowing to the wrong masters
revering manmade gods
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on January 27, 2018
PROGRESS
A plastic sun, paper moon, painted sky of blue
End will come very soon no matter what we do
Manmade plants, not so nice but real ones never grow
Have a go toss the dice, one above and six below
Odds all fall against you, no one wins today
Some try but only just a few, yet no one gets their way
Our world is no use anymore even man can be replaced
In time the human substitute will be a brand new metal race
Form:
Lighthouse
shines reflective sea lapping
rocks plus skipping a house mouse.
Stoic
structured aperture aiding
scarred fought homeless heroic.
Sullen
elements outstretched expanse
points a critter to lull in.
Manmade
contraption whirrs about as
a little varmint evade.
Compass
nils bearing takes point
unexpected practices.
Keeper
mermaid purged surging wave,
tempt failed, saves a dreamer.
Earth around me felt the lightning
Trees trembled, their new leaves bravely hanging on
Wildflowers, innocence awaked in beauty
Shined their light in gratitide
Ground mice, dodging the strike
Sought warmth in familiar covens
My hand, my own hand, part of the earth
Stroked the grasses within reach
The air filled my nostrils with a sense of humid calm
Far more peaceful than any law, manmade
Far more peaceful
Than any law
...Manmade
03/22/13
Slight of movement
minute fluttering
flicker over my stomach;
as imagination takes
on passing butterfly's wings.
It's the beginning of one very new.
An early germinal stage,
the foundations of something
so much bigger to come....
Rudimentary hiccups
of one so slight.
Invisible behind my bump grows,
an immature being -
I've seen it
at scan stage.
Underdeveloped,
a miracle -
all manmade.
My future,
my hopes,
my dreams.
My child.
You look like someone I used to love,
just like that child I loved, even the grey
morning knows the child is alive inside
somewhere. Why don’t you reach for her,
reach out your hand just now, see if she
can reach an outstretched hand back
to you and be alive together again.
For a moment be free of everything
else that intrudes on that little girl
and you, who are always a child
in the eyes of the laws of the universe,
every old god, manmade or otherwise.
Fluttering darkness, take wing.
Malignant talons, take life.
Oblivion wings, take light.
Pluck from the shade,
this foul feeling manmade,
without a reason or rhyme.
Execrable expression of earthly emptiness,
Detestable display of dauntless devotion,
Perverse parade of practical pretence,
Irreverent instance of intrepid insurgence.
"Only faith may absolve you"
But "darkness",
launching into freedom's embrace,
need not be forgiven nor freed