Short Undated Poems

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Missing Goat

My missing goat in brown and white 
Whoever took it, it's not right 
Why don't he try to raise his own? 
There is no point in casting stone 

March 30, 2024, SPC, PST 

*My undated poems are made for contests*
Form: Rhyme


The Secret of Life

Traced undated thoughts
Conversed deepest life's questions
Ageless wit surmount

Mind traversed within
Whilst vibrant colors  made hue
Gently asked questions

Embraced each other
Radiating every facet
Life's truest secret.
Form: Haiku

Ballistic

what breach of faith
has time wrought?
like cannonballs
through ramparts and walls
each day bores on,
unflinchingly through page after page
of sickening drivel.

the sun contentedly wallowing
in its yellow sty turns over
without a snort.

at day's end it seeks other fields
to root and hog.

(undated 1979)

An Undated Creative Realm

Amidst peaceful place 
Beyond words structures exist
Pillars pretty carved.

Euphorically 
Radiating mystery craft
Piece of an old art

One's pay a visit
Strolling across the meadows
Unsure to leave last

A wall serves as frame
Vivid pictures for themselves 
Stunning particles

Parallel doorways
Undated creative realms
Memoirs never last.
Form: Haiku

A Dream With the Christ

A wondrous dreamt came
With a long waited specie
Looks like no other

Stares in wilderness
Depict countless of meanings
Felt passes through souls

Asked simple queries
But answered with more questions
Discerned their values

Reunited with him
Was such a grateful event
Moment of freedom

Spoke undated views
Now reveal validity
Light is from within.
Form: Haiku


One With the Frost

Love unreciprocated and sufferings untold,
From eons undated and ages old.
Now, fresh menacing storms lash against me,
The all-bearing leaf of the autumn tree.

And now, hope is drained and faith is low.
And at the pinnacle of pain, I finally let go.
And smiling one last time at my cruel world,
Into the winds, myself, I throw.

My body is blue and my soul is lost.
I merge, 
I merge and become one with the frost.

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