Short Rues Poems

Would you rather be either very uncouth or untrue,
When having not yet realizing whom secretly rues,
While you are trying oh so hard above all else to rule the roost?...

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Saved soul
Soiled from living
Sin rues

Ruing
Of the mark missed
Joy

Joyful
Burdens lifted
New lease  

Written: December 01, 2014...

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Empty Mothers   

For every lonely child
lost to love,
an empty mother rues
her fruitless days

Empty mothers
cry in the sun.
Lonely children
long to dance.   

Kathryn McL. Collins
©2003...

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Invited, she waits with hands on doorknob,
hears her boyfriend talk inside, she eavesdrops.
She rues not being clever,
for her party is over,
for she knows he is a deceiving snob.

December 30, 2019
Contest : Listening In
Sponsor : Julia Ward...

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Not coming, long gone, 
Accused of loving, 
Precariously balancing, 
On a shelf, an oven. 

Christians and atheists,
Will swap one day, 
When people will sway, 
To the music of anti-theists. 

No bribery, no rues, 
Just with love, trust, 
And with a life lust, 
We’ll get our dues....

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I'm 72.5
How many more years will I have in this life?
5? Hopefully 8.
What then?
Purgatory to wash away my rues?
Or maybe another dimension

Where past meets future
And the same life repeats itself
But this time corrected
From all the regrets of this life.

Will it be a leap into nothingness?
No, I believe in somethingness 
In the afterlife....

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Tarnished tracks of thought

converge at dead end unknown,

frozen time in tunnel rusts

on scarlet scale of past,

stilled present disowned, rues in blue.

(English is my second language)

August 17, 2019
Syllable count : 5/7/7/6/8
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Second Edition Of Wayra
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud...

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Hands hold, faces face
Eyes embrace, distance dissolves
Time stops, love lingers.

Hands hang, faces warp
Eyes glare, bridges burn
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds mangle, hearts abrade
Egos blaze, identity incinerates
Pledges perish, bonds break.

Road deserted, journey desolate 
Present pines, future forlorn 
Change reigns, time rues. 

_______________

September 25, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest...

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Scrolls raked along
the crevices;
limits of a breath
patched, thick.

Chiseled down the 
rumbling bark,
brimming loops,
cross road nooks of
trembling passion,
scorching rues.

A crumpled hearth
of perpetual dormancy.
Raw upon the
lisping drones of the 
bamboo,
broader than the
clearest black,
an influx- grim, vivid;
cryptic on
morsels of my
slumber, dampened 
ears...

Flashes of detached
voices, intuitions;
monotonous as this
tread-
a lurch; different
yet whole....

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