Short Riven Poems

Jerusalem!
Peace Pledged ~War Riven
 Hear, Messiah? Here Yet?...

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     Trusting souls 
       gamble with hearts

     Even odds ~
       they’re riven apart
...

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Fools believe in fantasy. 
Skeptics see through all.
Devout and doubting, both in me,
Divided by a schizoid wall....

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S olid and brave hearted
O verseer of the mark
L over of justice
D riven to stand
I ndividual pride
E yes the prize
R eceiver of merit...

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J-oy
O-pens
A-nother
N-ew

S-unrise
A-s
T-wilight
I-s
A-gain
D-riven 
A-way

Topic: Birthday of Joan C. Satiada (May 10) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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It is a strange and wondrous thing,
When fortune comes, without a ring.
Some see not, what they have been given,
Till it is lost, and heaven's riven.

So take heed, and count thy blessings,
For what thou hast, is more than guessin'.
Blessings lost, bring grief and sadness,
Be grateful, and thy joy surpasses.
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Hey, ms tallywoman, tall me bananas
I'm so split mit vanilla and chocolate
And riven with grief.
I promise to play nices
And disable my vices.

I know hoo yoo are - you're Lola the showgirl
Banging and banging out rhythms and rhymes
At the Copa, Copa Cabaaananas (in Cuba)
The best gesture of my brain is less than the tilde in all your mananas....

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Draw near and listen—
the interminable din—
thunderous and raging,
spindrift riven from
graybeards’ snowy crests,
that plunge at journey’s end,
their whitest teeth laid bare,
to gnash with boundless fury
on patient rampart of
unyielding stones,
their mottled skin
to smooth and polish,
that these might stand,
in reverent alarm,
never to be forgotten....

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When I'm awash with ennui

I need no rushed society,

Imposing in their immensity

There is solitude and mystery,

I scramble above the riven scree 
 
Where a soul is truly free,

To marvel then at what I see

Mountains are the cure for me.







Entry for
First Time Here - Any Monorhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Wiliam Kekaula
10/1/2020. Placed=1st....

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So heavy are the words of pealing thunder,
But soft, the language of whistling winds.

So heavy is the voice of fierce storm,
But clear, the language of a trickling stream.

So heavy is my heart, ravaged and riven,
But soft, your hand in mine.

So heavy is my mind, hazy and uncertain,
But soft is my sunshine, my love, my world. 

So heavy, but soft.
So heavy, but soft....

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To the white fire that dies
With the same breath it begun
The serrated vein that hides
In sleeves of night; it's sudden sun

To the far arguments of sky quakes
That roll and crash in high surf
Raging: their formless posture breaks
And wakes, a sleeping earth

To the riven statues of cloud
That for a moment bear the bloom
Of the raw and silvered, and the loud
And then it's over
Over too soon...

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Hair!  Hair!  Here, there and everywhere!

Its on my lap, on the bed and my favorite chair!

I've even found it on the comb when I arrange my hair!

But, my inscrutable cat, ol' Jeff, doesn't seem to care!

Even though the house with gobs of hair is riven,

When he purrs and cuddles with me all is forgiven!

Hair!   Hair!  Here, there and everywhere,

But Jeff is my loyal buddy and I don't care!...

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Can I fathom all her many thoughts,
Divine her mood for every day?
Do I know the meaning of her words,
Exactly what she means to say?
 
Love is not made soon with gentle ease,
The pleasant passing of each hour,
But tested by discomfort's tease
And so tempered as to take to prayer.
 
A portion of the Spirit given
Makes more a Godly union one,
Or marriage always will be riven
Soon ended barely as begun....

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the soldier.  the pretty city girl.

in a room of rust and patterned blood
cover
ash all in the riven air
ash of city, ash of sacrifice, ash of
soul

"I came here a soldier.  You have made a monster of me."

he told her, in a voice as
 cancerously black and lost as
  any stygian
       pit

frightened and quiet
she spread supine, naked, shaped, shaded
like gold

mortar shells screaming all around

digging holes...

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A small tornado passed on through
And split some neighbors’ trees in two.
The toppled pieces hit the ground
So branches scattered all around.

No harm was done to man or house
Thus it makes zero sense to grouse,
Though clean-up will be far from cheap
And losing trees could make one weep.

Still, Nature’s worthy of respect
For so much strength, yet I suspect
Her power will not be forgiven
By those whose trees were wrongly riven....

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K-ind clime has shown up
R-ain and chill are gone; 
E-ither light or shine
I-s now coming from the dawn.
N-ew morn is breaking,
D-ay twenty-first February; 
E-vening shadow disappears, 
L-osing its ground as you see.

D-riven by earnest desire
I-n bringing to you some fun; 
O-ne acrostic is penned, 
N-ice piece has been done.
E-ase your weary mind, 
D-ry the tears in your eyes; 
A-fter the dusk and twilight, the sun will surely rise....

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I’m trying to be positive
But deep inside my gut
A chorus filled with “not again!”
Is there to undercut.

I check the undecideds
As the numbers fluctuate
And know there’s nothing we can do
Except to sit and wait.

The country’s riven clean in half,
The red states and the blue.
We aren’t the United States,
For unity’s taboo.

We’re holding our collective breath
And clinging to our hope
That when the votes are tallied up,
The losing half can cope....

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Feathered hat, fife and drum
    Doodle's entrance a smash
  Though in the air, all around him
    float sweet marijuana and hash

  'Young lady,' begins Doodle - O, the naivete!
    'I'm a he not a she,' the young thing announces
  'Are you non-binary, (you) kwir coquette?' 

  Doodle scratches his head, looks to heaven
    What strange folks are these, he wonders
  Where he is she and she is he... Who is me?
    All is folly! ~ the race now riven asunder...

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the leather train
the house without doors
both inside of the brain
one is and one roars

there's a whale
breathing slowly
on the slope of an anthill
the chorus said
that the lords are dead
and sand is made in a land mill

the midnight flight
was interrupted
by monochrome chameleons
and after that
enough said
we're through silly aeons

a craven suitcase
a chessboard cab
and drums from thirteenth floor
make me riven
make me sad
and now I have to go

pardon me...

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