Short Mortally Poems

mortally wounded
slowly falling from the sky
sunset ... blood red glow...

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Mortally wounded, 
a soldier writhes
in pain,

     crawls bloody 
     on the bloodied 
     earth.

From up a cliff 
a sniper takes 
aim again

     to finish off a task 
     with neither rage 
     nor mirth....

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Angels fly
Upon the magnanimous winds
Singing peace & happy ends;
Inspiring all placid sleeps & even makes Hope joyously weep.

Demons lie
Upon the obsequious night
Screaming agony & evil delight;
Aspiring for ethereal deeps & even makes Fear mortally weak....

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we have sinned mortally
he affirmed on our 
tortured souls
absinth in my drying throat
forgive us we beg you on
bleeding knuckles and knees
morganatic dreams of submission
heightened voices dramatic gestures
morning trickles into summer 
crying birds of sorrow 
we slithered in
false prayers 
stop this
bloody
rain...

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Let us not dwell on things, sad.
For our soft hearts ,'tis mortally bad!



Let us, like a morning birds be
Delighting in God's magnanimity.



Of the decades of blessings let us
kneel in gratitude.



For in truth, gratitude for all, is the
best attitude!




            July 28, 2020
              3PM PST


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Who claims to be the casualty distorting a mother's right 
firstly to be addressed for what it means 
begin with the truth it never fails justice 

To address mass murder for what choice it claims to be 
abortion's the only way to lose one soul mortally dangerous 
without mercy takes away every living value 
and cardinal right from a child's life...

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There once was a cautious weird man named Berm
He was mortally so afraid of germ 
No girl did he ever kiss
Saying I won’t get sick miss
Pressed her lips with fingers, thought there’s no harm. 

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May 14, 2023
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : Funny, Bawdy Or Humerous Limerick 
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin...

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Mortally wounded, a soldier writhes in pain, 
crawls bloody on the burnt, 
bloodied earth.


From up a crag, a sniper takes aim again
to finish off a task 
bereft of mirth.


On the ground, ants lug hefty loads around lumps
of seared soil, singed sand and 
torched boulder splinters


to build again and again their anthill crushed
by blood-stained boots of the 
slain and the slayers!...

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I’m a teacher today 
’Cause I was mortally afraid of the species.
In my dream once, I met a magician
And begged him to turn me into a teacher!
Now I strut up and down the dais 
And kids off the dais are all praise
They only don’t know 
How ignorant I am
Or what drove me to this calling.
When asked, I should only bluff 
And say I was inspired!

                                     — Ram, R. V....

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mortally wounded, a soldier writhes,
      crawls bloody on the bloodied earth

      behind a boulder, a sniper takes aim again
            to finish off a task so bereft of mirth

                  as worker ants lug hefty loads around lumps
                        of earth and  boulder splinters

                        to rebuild an anthill crushed by bloodstained
                              boots of the slain and the slayers....

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FLAT TIRE ROAD

Lying in wait, 
powdery brown dust
hiding hard gray bodies.

Jagged stone teeth
reaching skyward, hoping
to snag rubber prey.

The ground trembling
mouth opening as
prey draws near.

Pop! 
Fangs striking quickly
inflicting jagged hole.

Mortally wounded prey
hissing out its last breath
its body deflating.

Another victim lost.
Why do I continue
Driving flat tire road?...

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Learn to say ‘Sorry’ to who is broke:
Don’t him near to make of it a joke,
Even if you were to him Nice Bloke
Or playfully would his rib-cage poke;
He’s now saddled with burdensome yoke 
And easily could in whisky soak.

Remember it’s ‘Sorry’ to The Broke
Rib-cracking it might be leave your joke
The once-tuneful voices, a croak
So Trifling Words - For God’s Sake! - don’t fit
Some in helpless chairs cheerfully sit
But soonest mortally themselves hit!...

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Those who love the badgered Greek,
His eternal comfort seek, 
Had to him killers' plans leak
That they'd take him to some peak
And there his flesh pierce - A Beak,
The Torture to last a week
And leave him mortally weak...
Foes who claim he calls one "freak,"
Never saw in him The Meek,
Wonder why he's in their creek,
Think his voice a bad door's creak
And his breaths of spirits reek...

"They'll beat you too with a stick
Until your life stops to tick!"...

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