Short Striken Poems

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Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.
Form:


A Green Lake

Seasons had passed, winters froze and slept beneath the sun
Trees stood victims to nature herself
An angry climate had striken the old town that stood created for many decades
A lake formed to ice
It had been about 24 years since the last sign of life
To be continued.....

This Poem Is a Cut

Away, Melancholia
rhymless
life striken root

Away, Melancholia
you 
dandelion sun
terrace shadow
want of want

Melancholia,
gateless fable
withheld of word
of that unwalked path

Melancholia.
you are owed no
explaination,
have no spoken rath
but still
I walk through
your time
to tell your story,

I am sorry.
Leave me.

Until I'M Touched

Poverty striken
starving in the night
history critical to me 
until I lose sight
let me embrace your heart
under starlit engagement 
undisarrayed gorgeous gaze 
holding our love sacred 
through songfelt dismay
charismatic glance 
displayed 
though were in pain
today 
remain humane 
don't judge the Lord
until I'm touched 
love cry no more
Form: Ballad

Shadows

Shadows tell me, tell me what?
Tell me shadows tell me not.
Nothing has a shade to say
Till in night he dies away.

Sunrays tell me, tell me this:
Tell me sunrays shadows miss.
Missing shadows all the day,
Yet they're never far away.

Sunray, he is never sad;
Missing Shade is miss most glad.
Hit, he does, the "it"s he hits;
Striken "it", it never flits!
Form: Rhyme


In Love

Sometimes I look at you and I get Lost
A feeling that blows off my mind like chaff
Lost like a bee drowning in the nectars
I feel warm and I watch you like a movie
Your charming face ignites warmth between

How you do your eyes sometimes wrecks me 
I don't say it to you,It leaves me striken
Woman,you stole my heart and my joy is in you
Hold my hand,hold my soul, let's ride forever!

©Carlos Bett 2020

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