Short Selfsame(A) Poems

The selfsame words are ours to use
in manner of our choices.
They lie in helpless, inert piles
until maneuvered by our pens.

10/26/20








Four lines taken from my free verse poem "Words".
For contest Liberum Divisa 2...

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I HAVE walked that selfsame path
To your door before.
For years I've left the roses there,
Budding as before.

While I watch them bend, into the wind,
Quick hot tears begin to flow.
Strange so bright your flame outlasts,
My heart that now grows cold....

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You are you are of
you which
a mountain, becoming
higher when enlarged
a mountain is- the
epitome of what
being selfsame can
become,
I am, a mountain,
believing all in
which I can he be,
a mountain therefore
seeming come, I know
of which of which I
can be mountain,
mountain believing I
may come....

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Writers are identical birds of a feather,
 Siamese twins of the selfsame womb.
 Their meeting is an eerie serendipity,
 Whether alive or in the quiet of the tomb. 

Their labors crackle to a symphony,
 Their pens merge to a scribbling sound
 That, if well listened to, is the whisper
 Of Mother Nature's love to those around. 

Though rare, when a writer meets a writer
 The prickly burdens of existence get lighter....

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Wild Violet, let me alone,
I choose to grow where my seed was sown,
In these selfsame woods,
Where my roots call home,

Dear Morning Glory,
True Tulip,
I won't let you go,
Not for any Roses in The Garden,
Where they wish me so;

But yet, there lingers that selfsame fear,
That come winter-time,
Frail petals shall give way,
And dissapear,

If only to The Garden could we go,
And grow old together,

Forevermore....

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The welfare advocates 
pick on human frailty,
comparing 
sending children to orphanages
 to sheltering kittens.

They wonder about our
inherent bad-ness,
go fault finding and 
interpret themselves above the pale,
flesh-eating disease that attacks 
their selfsame skin, and 
cannot feel it burning away to hate.

Your affection spreads infection:
Love kills.

I think I may have cancer.
Well, ain’t life just a bitch!...

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Childly
Nature
Usually lost
Lavishly
Into her daydreams
Occupied by extreme unfledged guesses  
That turns out with no results, she exclaims…
She is alike the princesses nascence from the garden of eden
Beautiful she is, felo-de-se her appeal – selfsame garrulous, bewrayed ofttimes by her
most heartfelts.
Yet she dances all through the way – lives with eternal sentiments that she copes with her
tears all alone and alone....

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Condensed pain in eye
spent in tears
when i glance at it
it started melting.

Dull eyes hides
in itself, nature's
purest gem- the tears
gentler than dew.

They are hidden
never to be seen
but when a person cry
they come out to console.

eyes of happiness
and eyes of pain
are selfsame with
saline dew.

proves happiness and sadness
the two imposters but the same
all other senses lie
but not the eye.

                                - Akash Sangwan...

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Boredom after boredom
As the bitter contents of life unfold,
And mortals wind their way home
To mark the end of their earthly lease.

Turning and turning around the selfsame path
Through the predetermined arcs of fortune and fate,
Dizzied by the opium of struggle till the last of breath,
To answer unknown judgments, to face the incorruptible jury.

Who will the future foretell and inform mortals of their fate
And alleviate their confusion, and get things clear and straight....

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