Short Poetry Society Poems

Dark money donors
Opaque Senate owners...

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Blind need to
feel seen - accepted by
shifting reality...

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why o why

is this cruel?

shattered dreams

beautiful people

eating gruel

why o why

is this world so cruel?...

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It's getting hard to write poetry
  with the hatred going on in society

Here's to permanent emnity-abdication
  Light and Love to the rescue, our salvation...

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Your actions define you

You create your own persona

The power lies in your hands

It's your own aroma

Build it strong

Be a winner

Don't worry about mistakes

Everyone's a sinner...

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i write for the artist inside us all

i write for the artist, the scientist, the laborer

because, that is what i intend to create with my art

that new civilization

creating a world where everybody is an artist....

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How well I spent the weekend fair
  And tasted the rivers form,
Until the morning of Sunday bliss
  Ended with Monday's reform.

With laughing mind, I departed
  And tossed my love aside,
Went back into hiding
  And with society I complied....

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simultaneous                                                                                                         contrasts earthy perspective                                                                                  accents past pale mists...

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Not a sheep
Nor do I bleat
Yet you ask of me to follow
What it is you say
I quietly push away
Begrudgingly however
I appear to walk the same way.
Afraid to speak
For anger rises to a peak
Therefore I reluctantly pretend to be a sheep
And it seems as though I bleat....

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Everybody wants what they can't have
Most times what they can't have is just a fad

A fad that goes from fab to drab quite fast 
And like a scientist in a lab going mad 
It's sad to see 

Everybody's chasing after some fab fad 
But what they really need
Is what they already had...

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Sparkling  eyes,
     don't always
     paint picture...
     Facial beauty
     not always
     has glamour,
     or charm ...
     A  Lord is not made only
     with coat tail ...
     As the elegance
     is not alone
     in clothing,
     but gestures of
     refined soul ...!...

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TRUTH

                The egg
            The egg of light
         As full as it is,I see
       It is priceless but free
        It is one of its kind
        Others like it, shine
         Deceiving the 'wise'
           Open your eyes
               For it's
                  one...

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In our brief life, 
so many roads, 
so many miracles 
and blessings and glories, 
but also so many curses and denials, 
grief and contempt,
continuous waves on the planetary seas 
that come and go, 
and they crawl us into the vast heavens,
in that quiet rhythm universe 
listen to your heart beat....

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Poetry Soup:
Organizers of the world's poets,
Empowering even fledgeling ones
To hail from a gigantic stage;
Rearers of a natural product and
Yielders of contentment for the heart!

Shine Poetrysoup, shine!
Our mouths you have unsealed.
Ultimately the craft can never die:
Poetrysoup's aiding that!...

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You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes, 
victimize my vision, 
immolate my imagery, 
nullify my name, 
suppress me into silence, 
slaughter my soul, 
execute my ego, 
slay my spirit, 
veil my verses, 
poison my prose, 
annihilate my alliterations, 
ravage my rhymes, 
waste my words, 
vaporize my vocabulary, 
halt my heartbeats, 

but you will never 
pause my poetry...

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I see the reeds

the brown, mystical reeds blending in with the tall green grass

surrounding the calm, clear, beautiful waters

they tell me

there is no judgement here

they tell me

go on, speak your song

there is no scorn here

there is no hate here

there is no bitterness here

there is only love here

I love you

this place tells me

sing your song to the world

sing it loud, sing it proud

sing it....

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Poetry and Freedom

        A poet is still free to write about what they choose.
        Come now, what do we have to lose?
        Poetry~ one of the last bastions to be free.
        With political correctness on the raging warpath!
        After all words with mendacious audacity.
        To steal words from group-think and rob us of poetic individuality!



                        December 9, 2019...

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Reputation is far 
From accepting an invitation
Rumors, it's to late
For the facts
Innocence of a person 
Can be seept away
Just like that
Gossiping and lies
Can lead to another
Making this person cry
Even harder
Because someone doesn't
Like this person
Tell me why make
Them suffer?
Trying and trying
Over and over
To get away from
The pain inside
Must you keep pushing
This person far away
Far away from
Their insanity?...

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A desert of lives.
A maze of relationships.
We're just people trying to survive,
As our lives unzips.
Yet will there be a chance to thrive,
And follow that of mere lips? 
Or will we take initiative and drive,
As we begin our own trips? 
So that we can revive,
To be someone who isn't made from just scripts. 
Thus knowing how it truly is to be "alive," 
And form relationships. 
Within the desert of lives,
We can only continue to find different ways to survive....

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Shadorma Form

Sometimes I
feel like a beaten
horse after
a lost race;
life has a way of bruising
a person's spirit.

Not alone
in a world so sad
and filled with
travesty
I pray for sufferings end
settle down, await.

There will be
a day in time when
rage will calm
hate will die 
a well deserved, darkened death;
a just end.

Humankind
will be reborn, a
renewed race
compassion,
empathy rebirthed, presents
a new light.

...

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