Short Speared Poems

He was crucified at half-passed seven
Speared in the gut around eleven
At half-passed three
He had to wee
So knew he was not yet in Heaven...

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Italians make pizza
    Scotties bake cake
  Russkies drink vodka
    Indians bathe in the lake

  Swiss craft chocolate
    Germans craft beer
  Saudis play golf now
    Brittney's been Speared...

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Carved a niche in history with his javelin throw
Neeraj Chopra, the Indian with golden glow
He speared it in his first attempt, cool and composed 
The next was ev’n better, he triumphed unopposed.


08.08.2021

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Snow sprinkles rooftops

melts into water.

Water runs its path

to the edge of the roof,

water drips,

forms a line of ice spears.

The water stops dripping,

for now it is frozen.

Icicles dangle from rooftops,

threatening to fall,

Shatter....

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from her handbag
she took some
prescription pills
while some frustrated
sexual fantasy
crawled up the ladder
in her silk stockings
and began sucking
at her clitoris
as she sipped
on her coffee
and speared the final
remains of the stale
chocolate cream cake...

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With selflessness endeared
And egoism feared
All human hope is speared.
Except for one.
I am that one.

I am high
On one ounce
Of I.

I am the growth
Of I.
Others are addicted
To we.
They have no selfish
Creed,
But smoke their selfless
Weed.
I am the flower
Of I....

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Insane
I turn around
an amputee

to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave

my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark

a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening



SATISH VERMA...

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Insane
I turn around
an amputee

to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave

my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark

a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening



SATISH VERMA...

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I pressed a barb
under my tongue
to remind me

I pierced glass
into my heart 
to awaken a story

as blood dripped
a memory formed
in the pain and suffering
an effigy wavered

then I knew
some stories 
should never be told
and forever remain

locked under my tongue 
speared into my heart
and silent in eternity...

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Sad puzzle fits
Now bit by bit


Sad story ends
Now by the bend


Sad lovely scene
Gone with the wind


Sad touching dear
Brined with such tears


Sad motifs poke
Speared by harsh yoke


Sad worry nude
Can feel so crude


Sad troubles peak
As pain now speaks


Sad bitter truth
Defy mere proof


Sad timely tale
Confront no sale




Leon Enriquez
03 September 2018
Singapore...

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I was speared by a Cupid star gazer
More likely the devil's hell-raiser !
With much mischief, his darts,
like his poems, would impart
a wit that's as sharp as a razor !

It's time for his shame to repent !
The Soup wants to charge you some rent
Your arrow and name,
that flared with hot flames,
died out, and I'm here to lament !

_____________________________________
For Skat's Contest: "Heartbreaking Poet"...

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Between
You and I
Is the King
Of Kings!!!
Whom is allowing a digital cross to rightly speak
!A message that rattles imagined nine inch nails!
And crossroads to a HEAD that spiritually bleeds
Respect All
Pray Often
Follow Me
Bless Daily
Starg()ze
Receive Me
Release Sin
Love Always
Hug Another
Restored
!!


* ! Are the nails. HEAD is the crown of thorns, () is where Jesus was speared.

22-September-2021...

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Beautiful, 
The roseate glow
Of the lunar moon
The light it shed
Touches the earth
O! a coruscating brilliance 
A touch of red,
It could mean love
Love?
Perhaps the moon
Has been speared,
Ran through with cold steel
Shedding scalding tears
In gory pool 
Sun, 
stars 
And other heavenly bodies
Have you done this?
Have you killed our moon?
Why does she glow in gore?
Will she breathe again?
Will she glow
To lit our inky night again?...

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She lays there dying in here mother's arms. Only an hour old.
So innocent. So pure. 
Doesn't know how cruel the world can be.
She will be speared this feat.
Her mother will forever grieve.
Never forgetting that fateful day.
Wishing it had happened differently.
Then again glad it happened the way it did.
There she lays in her mother's arms dying.
Taking one last final breath in her only hour of life.
So innocent; so pure.
Never knowing this cold cruel world....

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you enter into my innermost calmness
chafed naught a crawling grapevine 
and speared mustered seeds I'd beckoned 
your tenderness your infamous timely 
sorted kisses morbidly missed over time 
driving over gravel searching for hidden 
scents of blushing rosebuds that catered 
to my senses why I'd explored your shyness 
that emptied my kindness beyond a darkened 
cave a sinking floor causing me to blush 
beneath the mauve sky hidden 
along Baghdad's humble shoreline...

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