Short Onus Poems

TEDIOUS ONUS
SOLVED THROUGH RIGHT EFFORT
FLOWERS BLOOM WITHOUT GLOOM...

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onus
traps me inside
myself -- suffocated.
to love but be unloved -- my cross 
to bear....

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with peace and love borne on its back ~ hope rides along when the dove’s spine cracks 


Flight Two Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Monoku how many syllables (17)
06/11/22...

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Saddled with this task
burden
beast
of razor colour scheme
years of crumbled paint
the dust in lungs
a poisoned dream
still clinging
holding breath
to clear the air
between the stitches of a seam...

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a million minds meandering
wondering whether wise
can continue in chaos
till onus openly overhauled
then doubt duly dissipates
fear fizzles finally
eventually everything eases
finding beautiful baseline balance....

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Each day we rise on the right side of the turf, it's a bonus
A whole lot depends on us, on us guys is the onus
No one else is to blame
In this lifelong game
It matters not that we dribble or ashamed of our slowness...

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There once was an odd fiddler on the roof

     Townsfolk thought of him as the village goof

          He was a nuisance and pain

               But for finding him insane

                    The onus was theirs for burden of proof

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved...

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        Alcoholism is a family disease, my friend.
        But, the onus, sadly, falls on the drinker!
        Cocktails make him a big man, while we sit, righteously by.
        Denial by family and friends, the hallmark of this disease.
        Ending up dead or with avwet brain or may gets sober!


        5/20/2019
        9:15am  PST...

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Onus

Is much like Banker's Bonuses 

In the eyes of the Beholden 

Fold em , Roll em , 

Cook em , Freeze em 

Squeeze em , Tease em

But never Please em 

Place the Onus firmly in the middle of the table 

Then sit back and put your feet up 

And see who Bites ?

See who is willing to take up arms and Fight ?

And whether they are to be proved wrong or right ?...

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Essence of self existent presence, pristine and illumined is unimpacted by the veils of delusion borne darkness surrounding identity for the onus is on the ego resident within mind body to align itself with divine love in surrendered stillness to experience and imbibe the elixir of ineffable rapturous bliss unendingly radiating from the source.

Stockholm syndrome 
We are our own tormentor
The door is open...

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As the child draws from mother’s breast
a warn sought comforting flow
so the verses of a poet should attest 
to words gathered and fealty shown.

From the nipple comes the best,
as the terrier with a bone
will tug worry work to arrest,
so is the poet with a poem.

The poet’s constant effort to reveal,
by fullness of feeling in a new way
and with a fresh and different appeal,
mother’s costly sacrifice always gives sway....

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shaking in the shadows
lies the wounded darkness dancer
waiting for a gleam of light
to devastate and reveal her
to never dance and never hold
the truths dwelling deep
not again will she protect
whats never to be seen
darkness fading light consuming
fear compelling lies
light exposing all that falls
proclaiming onus ridden eyes
shaking in the shadows
lies the wounded darkness dancer
consumed by a gleam of light
where all can clearly see her...

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He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist.
Rebuffed and sliced through the body,
the onus was left on toxic mix.

He died in deprivation, in intensity
of hunger and fluidity of thirst.
The quartet of grenades stretched too far
the indemnity of shell shocked apostles.

A clan lost the sense of hearing.
A mystic odyssey of massacre, raising
the doubt of gifts in heaven. The starchy
statements and commands scattering.




SATISH VERMA...

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