Short Termed Poems
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Not religious,
but surely righteous.
One religion :
I do believe to follow -
That is termed Humanity
Your benevolence is incomprehensible,
I am but an ant in Your sight,
still You fought for me when I was termed dismissable
and my star has suddenly become bright
There once was a man called Trump
Who termed Haiti just a dump
But instead of dump he said ****hole
Such words will lose him his next big poll
Bringing him down to earth with a thump
Compressed carbon is always termed diamond
Cut land in the water is called island
Beaten copper is wire
Love bitten man, lover
Compressed, cut n’ beaten man is husband
October.20.2022
What we currently see from radical Islam
is inaccurately termed ‘anti-Semitism’
It actually is fanatical hatred of the Jews
as ancient as Abraham ~ it will inevitably lose
Carrie Nation was renown for her scorn
For the havoc caused by john barleycorn
She wielded her axe causing dire consternation
Wrecking bars with what she termed a "hatchitation"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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after waking up from trance like sleep
which may be termed as a consciousness leap
life as impulsed goes on as before
but distanced from outcomes we keep no score
being drenched in bliss currents that do not abate
nonchalance is our offered response to fate
Legitimacy
He was a man of the people
Yet a man against the people
He came through the polls
To push us into the pools
Let us know that the polls
Is not a system
Of bringing, a man termed
A man for the people
The polls bring legitimacy
And never democrats
A
haiga
talking point-
forever in
glass
verreries parlante Emile Galle
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89mile_Gall%C3%A9
"GaIIé" techniques include the engraving or application of romantic verse onto glass vessels.
Such wares are termed verrerie parlante (talking glassware)
Mac gave a ring of pearl to his sugar
She showed the ring to her dad, a jeweler
Termed it as false and fake
Returned quickly to Mac
Mac urged,” Gift of Sham Rock, refuse never”
March 26, 2014
Form: Limerick
Tenth Place win
Contest: Limericks on St. Patrick's day by Andrea
They create a terrible monster of him
So that they can easily destroy him
Dangerous is termed the word from him
Because it pierces deeply from him
Annoying the unready listening to him
So they never can withstand him
And they choose not to know him
Because they are not sure of him
Unchanging every time you hear him
We had no choice to be born
How, when and where to come
But freedom is my right
I’m forced to be strong and lively
My weakness is termed lazy
Personal liberty is my right, right?
We are living but we fear death
For the living it’s an unpaid debt
Who can’t choose when to live or die
The slave master of the living is life
what be love
innate...latent...late...
locationed...termed...learned...
inbedded...imbedded...as-saided...
or
met'ya-phor-us-two-bees...
without...within...wedded...
waking-walls-without-windows...
and
enjoying-every-eclipse...
near...not...now...never...
but-both-blossom-blessed-breeze-bound...
or all of the above
stan sand
objectively speaking
with respect objectivity
...an...
objectification of objectives
objectifies objectivity itself
...that...
philosophically speaking then
an objectification of objectivity is as
...object-able...
in mind as a philosophy of cause hidden deep below
perceptions of conscious effects and so is termed thee
...phenomena-logical...
stans sand
Painful among pains is separation
that will throw yourself into desperation
no matter the time of it
it's more harmful than a hissy fit
It's a kind of desperation
Oh! A very painful situation
Either it’s a two-legged man
that you have termed as human
or a four-legged man
that you tamed with humane
If it leaves once
and never comes
pain remains in heart
and often saddens a lot
You were the promised "slice of heaven"
The adventure termed a futile endeavor.
I sought after, I fought for, I got “you”.
But after this there won't be us anymore.
Just stories,
Unknown, unfinished
Buried in the abyss of the mind
Crushed by the dirt of activity and endeavor.
To be chanced on later by some adventurous
ah 'moments'
Now discovered like treasures buried or so
we'll think.
Held dear like treasures are wont to.
natures time-topology
...is such that...
hourly reflections never repeat exactly
...as irrational numbers define...
the extent of reality's time-image perseverance
...being as a bubble...
in now-moment physics termed as the quantum butterfly
...a geometric trefoil image...
as life's topological unseen-cause shape of eddies in the flow
...of irrational constants...
numbers defining sense
...as imaginary...
is the neural reality
stan sand
It all begun I should have been overstrung however the puppy love begun
Wasn’t matured completely to acquire any alcoholic refreshments from any liquor store yet the love I grown for her was drunk
Can I overcome what we could had become
Months of squeezing you like a sponge, love was easily squeezed out like a sponge
The expense you pay when your in love I need a refund
That thing termed love for me is out of sight I’m done.
(The End)
- Loverboi
butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen
quantum butter however flies as...everywhere
when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat
greasing particles...so to speak
along times imaginary...numbered axes
and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative
some pre-caused destination point in a...four dimensional universe
the medium of which is termed a...trefoil population of
quantum butterflies with two wing speeds....'c'!?...an on or off
stan sand
Underground to breadth it’s hard
On the ground to stay alive one hustles
The darker the days ,the fewer the friends they say.
Empty vessels we are, noises of negativity we spread,
As we go around hating and hurting .
Emotions as hearts break ,
To trust we find hardships
But without love alone we feel
Wallowing in self pity we are,
Wishing to just be swallowed up by the earth
As now hollow we have become;
The hopeless we are termed
But to keep going - where does one find HOPE?
My lines might sound like a threnody
My rhymes might be un-prosody
My vocabs may not be bloody
My verses might be termed a "parody"
But as long as the situation is critical
My messages will always be clinical
Void of any form of sounding apical
Because my inspiration is always lyrical
I express my thoughts through my words
And connect the inner circles like chords
With inspiration from the Lord of Lord's
My pen and my thoughts are of one accord
#PoeticLord#
(c)June 2019
Sensual as and so sensual is,
When fire ignites, the dead have risse,
You can’t keep down the passion earned,
Over wrought, with rigid squirm,
Heat and steam and vision blurred,
Fascinated, and completely stirred
Thought is gone, deep wanting heard,
For meatballs this is grim,
Is he about to swim,
Or droopy has returned,
Soul lit fire is searing burned,
Until the right is sweetly termed,
An interface of passion will,
Stir solutions so instill,
Estacy is very nice
Don Johnson
MIRACLE OF BEAUTY
Your visage glittered
Not as for those who filtered.
It glittered in wisdom,
Not in random.
You glittered like a gold
Looks like a bold.
Your cheeks are rosy,
Your motives became dizzy.
The dizzy of cuteness
That is termed as freshness.
You smiled in solitude
Not in longitude.
You adorned yourself
Cladding yourself.
Looks like a moon's fleck
In applied red lip stick.
Your eyes are so attractive
Highly adaptive
Cute and charming.
Love and caring.