Short Messaged Poems
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Always feather the curfew
Of bitten lip
Homework Assignments illustration book report
For Rupi
Reading, Writing, hearing, learning
Atticus poetry pending
Messaged
Where have all the Poets gone,
has time then captured and slain
Those heraldic writers of messaged truth
—whose shields once bore their names
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Unspoken words,
impatient inside,
celled in the heart in hesitation,
to be lettered or messaged
from the mind.
Courage will be the communication
where fear is the wall.
"Sorry to disturb you....."
gives a start to a long
release of thoughts.
I got told to not to talk you.
I wanted to know why.
So I asked, I got told all sorts of lies.
So I wanted to find out the truth.
That is when I messaged you.
On that day I fell in love with you.
3 years later and we are still in love.
Thanks for being my lost lover.
OBSCURING THE UNDERLYING FOCUS-
pleasing
inner
senses
stimulate
the
allegorical
previously
overlooked
with
alluded
wordy
motifs
in
nonsensical
imbroglio
of
notions
expressed
in
yearning
devouring
deliverance
of
messaged
parodies
Plaintiff,my eye glass,
Defendant,glass case,
Separated both,
Settlement sought,
File the case at the courts,
You are the Judge not a Juri today!
(One of the juries at a courts of law missed his eye glass case,
He messaged to his fellow juri to return it as per this message)
Holding up traffic
is a terrible pileup
on the interstate -
the opposite side also
is slowed by rubberneckers
Many are injured
while six have been declared dead
as folks wonder why -
cops investigate the scene
while sirens are heard wailing
flung far from her car
lies a woman and cell phone
which has solved the case -
messaged at time of the crash:
“I am dying to get home”
Not as rejection's standstill of define
thy purpose wasting has acquitted thine
still wasting ~ as with messaged intertwine
a fact is blown to another mind.
And I am blown away by sadness, mine
eternal wasting is a pothole's fine,
no exit, no conviction, thee to time,
consistence only gathers smooth, while I'm
A'wasting with concession, wasting rhyme ~
If in thy heart, am wasting to divine!