Short Penalized Poems
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health insurance
life insurance
flood insurance
when we buy it
we don’t need it
for months or maybe years
car insurance
the highest premiums of all
we who purchase this are penalized by those who don’t
insurance
the biggest gambling game in town
Protective barbed wire
pricking with it’s touch;
Blood just rushed from
the lock on your heart;
Penalized necklace;
Scratches so deep,
there’s no way back;
Feral feelings,
aortic slice;
It’s heavy,
a burden
in silence;
Let go,
embrace
love.
Safely alone,
No way to be compromized.
Protected by experience,
The definition of individualized.
Bound by memories,
Forced to be penalized.
Single from lessons learned,
Properly demoralized.
Never to be reeducated,
Undoubtedly legitimized.
Totally alone,
No way to be compromized.
Form:
Embedded Balls
When I heard about embedded balls
It got my full attention
I always thought it personal
Something one doesn’t mention
Then I read you might be penalized
Should you take relief
I thought what right do they have
They’re my own balls – good grief
And then I saw that picture
With a golf ball on a limb
And I realized they’re golf balls
Not the kind found on a him
What due is this, O feline fierce,
for what affront thus penalized
with calibrated nips that pierce
for soft caress unauthorized?
T’was you with brazen move unasked
who burnished coat upon my limb.
What dire affect iconoclast
did stir your feral feline whim?
The cat is oft like womankind
beyond man's feeble intellect,
a primal spirit state of mind,
requiring manners circumspect.
I'm feeling i'm not feeling
when I go thinking
my mind goes reiling
will I realize
will I even care
will I be penalized
for what I fear
theres no resolving this
minds in a mist
can't get passed this
help me to exist
theres something missing
life passing me by
feel some resisting
time is slipping
please tell me why
minds a sceeming
here I lye
bleeding
as I die
for what reason
I sigh.....
Life,
The Game
Written: by Tom Wright
10/13/01
I did not choose the game,
The game chose me.
My only choice,
Has been my manner of play.
I've played arduously,
Making plays,
Both decent and abject.
My final quarter finds clock running,
And the goal in sight.
With no times out,
I dare not be penalized.
For it becomes more imperative each day,
That, this game, I win !
She hated herself there’s no denying that
As God’s favourite chastened child
Bearing the burden of betrayal
And a heavy heart filled with sorrow
In her sombre world
Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls
Penalized for her sins
Waiting for the gallows to pull in
And bring her dim life story to the end
A tortured soul never touched with genuine love
Appreciated or treasured
The curtains will fall
On the lie, she has been living for so long
Then may her soul rest in peace.