Short Unfashionable Poems
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D ining is fast-food
R eading is extinct
A ging is ugly
W alking is inefficient
K nitting is unfashionable
C onversation is abbreviated
A rt is dying
B ackward is society
In the chests,
in the drawers of antique furniture,
treasures are always discovered,
sentimental treasures...
Ancient smiles and clothes
unfashionable in photos
of our grandparents...
Children smiles
of our parents...
homesickness or nostalgia
of never lived by us... !
The winter has grown very old.
She is lonely and depressed.
Only the younger son helps her,
The modest and timid young man,
Dressed in a unfashionable coat.
He is hopelessly in love with the lovely Spring.
February, February, my sad boy!
Your destiny is unlucky:
Every year, when you go away
Nobody is sad or misses you,
And nobody cries bitterly about you,
Nobody take your hand tenderly.
Practical common-sense,
prudence prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
The right lengths,no further,
in all temperance prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
With the guts to go on,
fortitude prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
Hearing both sides,
fair justice prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
Chaste and correct,
fornication forgone as-
Our pivotal practice.
Unfashionable, undeniable
Christian concerns as-
Our pivotal practice.
Practical common-sense,
prudence prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
The right lengths,no further,
in all temperance prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
With the guts to go on,
fortitude prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
Hearing both sides,
fair justice prevails as-
Our pivotal practice.
Chaste and correct,
fornication forgone as-
Our pivotal practice.
Unfashionable, undeniable
Christian concerns as-
Our pivotal practice.
Stopped a front a marble alter
guilt of crosses to bear,
unrepentant sins left to falter,
a damage beyond repair.
Awakening a slumbered light
a soulless heart to fill,
burning a fuse that refuses to ignite
revulsion of the catholic swill.
Devils of a demented scroll,
souls rise to an angels call,
masquerading with unfashionable droll
death ultimately succumbs us all.
Divided souls of subtle pragmatics
an unyielding faith of fruitlessness fanatics.
Here I stand in the gift of time
The present, living in false evidence
My existence breaths between rhyme
Truth be told, facts I fold
Shame in shold' are hope's hands holder
Hideous hooligans hide heaven helps
Here I stand in time gifted
These are the last days scripted
Souls for sale, picture pervs pale
Righteous today's stale
Unfashionable statues walls
But this promotion isn't for malls
'Cause the devil's lies I comprehend
Watch presents I stand.
Maybe it’s the manifestation of boredome
to repeat habitually
these idiosyncratic escapes
from reality
An addiction of self texting
a selfie
a pornographic predilection
of voyeuristic internalization
of boredoms reality
Repeat, repeat, repeat
a mindless litany
in actions
prevent, prevent, prevent
the cat walk entrance
of very unfashionable
boredom
Boredoms wriggling worm
can turn
flight of fancy into a habits concern
and eat away the hours
in their passive mediocrity