Short Weaned Poems

ants live, die not weaned ..

                    from toil for colony queen ..

                              their mother unseen....

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J_Juice dilated
U_Under disguise as paci
I_In a sippy cup
C_Container used to 
E_Entertain  

And moms think they have them weaned...

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On the metamorphic I sprouted
Sun and snow I braved;
With sickle I was weaned
Pain of pressing who can stand?
Let no one envy me:
Wine in King's glass....

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A child, who's not of youth, 
And they'd had not being weaned, 
A place so big, they'd never seen, 
A place for the small, that they'd never had been.


2019 September 17...

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I question my own existence
Weaned from the breast milk 
of doubt.
Blinded by the sunshine
of my insecurities, I stumble
Helplessly,
I ask for proof
A universal sign of my significance
Am I real?...

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On paper sheets, crisp and white,
we labor over the words we write.
Newborns, in lines they lay,
their mouths wide open,
with more to say.
They cry at us and won't shut up,
until they are weaned from bottle to cup.
And as they grow, their voices are heard.
Clearly now you'll hear every word....

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That sliced harvest Crescent
rising erubescent , 
weaned from previous Orb shining,
looked down on lovers pining,
separated by distance
at tragedy’s insistence.
 
As it slid across the sky,
the lovers asked it "why?",
But nought was said by that celestial Slice;
they both knew ..
they were paying the price....

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The climate

Is an elephant on opium
Weaned off.
Going berserk 
Throwing things around 
Tearing the
Polaris into fragments.
Hurricanes
Storms
Flooding.
Scorching summers
Arctic winters
There is no end
To the elephants
Despair.
Slim the elephant
Normal food
It will soften
Its rampage
And trumpeting....

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On paper sheets,
crisp and white,
we labor over
the words we write.
Like newborns,
in lines they lay,
their mouths wide open,
with much to say.
They cry at us
and won't shut up,
until hey are weaned
from bottle to cup.
Then as they grow,
their voices are heard.
Quickly now,
write every word!

(But remember, they
still need diaper changes.
(editing)...

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Mama boy ...
that be me
Lactose weaned on nuturing apron strings,
tugging on uterine maternal instincts

Mama boy ...
always so needy
Taught spiritual hormonal wise sayings,
faithfully abide by those loving estrogen teachings

Mama boy ...
Father said that was me,
and I’m just like my daddy — 
Splitting image   ...   umbilical unique...

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Little birdy said “a lot of coma coming soon”
When the earth chills down with a blood red moon
Silent shrieks abound as the brain dissolves 
Big mistake on the uptake man devolves
"Wrong again!" the only right I’ve ever heard
Weaned off electronics from a full blown nerd
Hope to keep my pattern going and be wrong once more 
Otherwise, we all have zombies scratching at the door...

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Whilst in ones youth, I beg to question,
Why twice ten years sums darkly fossil,
If numbered twenty from conception,
Whilst in ones youth.

Immortal years, weaned blindly hostile,
Demanding half and whole apart as one,
Until twice twenty, rears itself colossal.

Twice again, steers an Elysian direction,
A course prepaid, far too late to jostle,
Time is never subject to dissection, 
Whilst in ones youth....

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We, who are used to loss 
And we who weaned on grief 
And we who lives in snails of loneliness ..; 
If the Jinx, just leave us for awhile.. 
And the light of joy just 
Get back to our hearts ..!

, 
We, who are tired from 
The pain tales.. 
And we, who are looking for joy 
who are captured, vanquished 
And Strapped to the chains of fear.., 
If we just dare on the bad luck 
A little.. 
We were got back, 
To the life again..!...

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To see you flash a smile to blush
Small twinkle in your eyes of green
I look and want for that scene
Watching from my hidden brush
I think I might have a crush
My heart overflows and teems
Can this lust ever be weaned
I settle on your desk like dust

An inkling you must have old friend
I’ve seen the way you stare
I’m trying to look back at you
Reciprocate what you send
Glancing back, am I that fair
Pasdiin is always a dare....

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Crystal orbs reflect what is in the sky.
No way out; I'm forever trapped inside.
Sealed up tight with no place within to pry.
Light of day, dark of night a true divide.

Deep within me a darkened furry grows.
A natural state of true deception. 
A piece of mind no other knows.
Weaned off my warped perception.

I'm in a frenzy now, I must escape!
She calms me with her faith in lies.
Time to flee but time too late.
I am the prisoner within her eyes....

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