Short Reprisals Poems

Sculptor finger rakes
Creamy hands clone clay Egos
Warehouse reprisals...

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He was a troublesome kid,
Who punched the others and hid
If this wasn't safe, off slid
To be of reprisals rid...

Venturesome troublesome kid,
Who pot distances from lid
And could 12:00 pm from Mid;
A Life of the Twisty Grid
A street wise worldly - wise kid,
Who torched things and asked "who did?"
Nigeria's Grid of A kid?....

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Reprisals are sharp thorns from stabbing tongues
   causing deep wounds that may never heal.
Regrets are sown in the seams of a guilty mind
   where no salve can reach, and scars remain.



November 16, 2021  ~  Liberum Divisa 8 Contest
Taken from the poem: Reprisal or Regret ~ 2016
Contest Sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden...

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Love isn't conditional
It's not what you yearn
Love's only given
It's not based on return

Love doesn't fear
Reprisals or shame
It's not on condition
You're loved back the same

Love knows no bounds
Let it fly, enjoy
Regardless of whether
You get the girl or boy

Love and let go
Be proud you can be
Loving and giving
Absolutely...

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Sitting in ivory tower 
you will watch a tragedy 
of epic nicknames.

In future of reprisals 
there was a culture of hate.
A solar hit will claim the frenzy.

It was a naked death 
of a stolen whip, at
high speed game of sex.

A new wrinkle appears 
on the headless body,
after the wow, oh wow !

Why did you take my
name for your name ?
After all what is in a name.


Satish Verma...

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The movers wheeled the piano in the apartment 
my tutors revealed plateaus climbed as an artist 
hours flying pages turned black and white keys charted 
scoured trying ages I played packed plight I started 
recitals, concert halls, from practicing hardest 
reprisals, my art calls, the piano sits modest 
In my twilight years I teach children to harvest 
the wild bright light nears, to each the piano harnessed...

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'To be or not to be' is the question of anonymity...
And yet I feel a word dropped In a kind ear
Is no more anonymous 
Than one shouted 
Aloud from the hill tops...

Those who wish to hear it , will hear 
And those who don't won't
And for those who care? 
Dare not talk for fear of reprisals 
And so anonymity prevails 

And no more words 
Will fall into a 'kind ear'
Know no more! 
Be gone you
Be gone you I say!...

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