Short Oxymoronic Poems

We always move forward into our past,
Whether it be paradoxical or oxymoronic ;
Our future is only our past.......

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oxymoronic
cruel kindness of blacks and blues
ink blots as its spent
sweating profusely…it stinks
a stagnant pond with no life...

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false truth 1: 

juxtaposition:
all are equal,
some not as others:-



     false truth 2: 

       oxymoronic:
fighting war for peace;
   a juxtaposed myth:...

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Any proof for God is 
oxymoronic

God needs no testament,
only man

Not to be indicted,
 not to be confirmed 

Beyond all dialectic
—God is

(Bethlehem Pennsylvania: February, 2021)...

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Good governance,
the enemy of government
States rights,
oxymoronic at best
What works,
the bane of impostors
Who exist
to feather their nests

Revolution
 is quickly fomenting
Change only
at the point of a gun
Voices from Concord
heard calling
With freedom not given
but won

(The New Room: October, 2021)...

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Bigfoot had a bubbling baby brother—
They labeled him "lively little foot!"

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/25/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019...

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~*~

"FRIENDSHIP" - salient lyrical canzonet of life's vast immeasurable experiences
an intermezzo in an interminable tedious dulcet musical theater
a masterpiece fabricated through hearts' harmonic jibe
excogitate from comradeship's bond and pinky promise
"HYMN" my heart and soul still warbling in oxymoronic spirit.

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The world thrives off
The educated ignorance,
End a life to save another,
Spread war to bring peace.
You listen as you find
Belonging in the chaos,
Fed clearly coded lies,
Silent screaming in your face,
Giving meaning to a pointless cause.
It’s oxymoronic,
No, more just moronic,
To give in to such an idea.
But the sad truth to the lies
Is that the endless war
Can’t and won’t be stopped....

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A chocolaty moon was rising.
I have lost my riverbed.
Accuser has become accused.

The hangman has shifted
the ground while glistening
in moonlight. Oxymoronic ?

Eponym exited the lips of a drone fly.
A flotilla of tears
dies in an eye of a storm.

An audacity of a drifter
to stop the promiscuous honors
of strangers in death. 

Only night-bloomers will watch
the sunrise in eternal lonliness.
The roots will always stay in dark.



Satish Verma...

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