Short Xiii Poems
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Why promote wrecking-ball malice
Behind the wall of a palace?
This callous man sick
Acts like a big dick
To cover up his small phallus
"Busni ya maaly el basha ya baba ya ostaz."
"Busat ya habibti, ya amoura ya ostaza."
"Shokran awi ya habibi." I said with a red blushing face.
Oskar loved Alma's feminine charms
painted himself entwined in her arms
He entitled it 'Bride of the Wind'*
Mahler/Kokoschka talents twinned.
In a yonder canyon
Upon earth’s finest grass I sit
Scathing mature flower petals
As if to sojourn the years
When youth nestled us
Grazing our faces with happiness
the sun sets maroon
around eight o’clock
it mixes elegantly
with the electric streetlights
in the parking lot.
I take out my pen
& add cranberry /
orange juice to the list
A few artists truly know how it works
Creation coming from destruction
All it takes is a small flame
Touching the tip of any kind of wood
And when it is used just right
A masterpiece in ash is created for the world to see
© Poem – XIII/III/MMXXIV
LRET
The wrestler-in chief is quite bad
In Trump there's one horrendous cad
This madman disgrace
Lost the mask on his face
Whoa—it’s not the Donald—it’s Vlad!
Author's note: No explanation is needed. They say that Putin actually died a few years ago, but that appears not to be the case.
You ruled your world
The largest creature around
But that was so long ago
Extinction found you
Lost to all of time
But one was found
Hidden in Lake Pleasant
Just fragile bones
Locked away in a museum
But now you are remembered
A baseball team honors you
May the Moon Mammoths live forever
XIII/IX/MMXXV
LRET
XIII. Ethos
Despite that of which is rise.
In the face of what has fallen rise.
Despite those that are rise.
Celebrate that you have risen.
Despite the incongruous rise.
Now that you have believe that you will.
Dream not for they are fleeting.
Upon thy continence be joy.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015
So many walls
Surrounding him
Keeping him from living
Still, he fights
Falling back time after time
Refusing to surrender
He climbs and climbs
Hoping with every try
To see the smallest
The tiniest sliver of light
Not too much
Just enough to know he is alive
That he may be important
And he is loved by anyone
© Poem – VII/XIII/MMXXI
The Last Moment
The last moment of light
But it is not gone
The sun travels around the globe
The light is shared with every person
It feeds every plant
Warms the air around us
And tans every inch of our bodies
So, when the sun sets in the west
Just remember that it will be back
Unless it is really cloudy outside
Then you’ll have to wait … sorry
© Poem – VIII/XIII/MMXXIV
LRET
I hate being told what to do
I have lived a long life
And I have seen too much
But everything I have been through
It tells me not to be quiet
Not to worry about other people
If they get offended, so what
If they get mad, let them
I am not there for them
I never have been, never will be
I write for me and just for me
And that is just the way it should be
© Poem – XIII/XI/MMXXIV
LRET
Thorns
When to red roses
thorns virtually applaud
and
nature shows its art....
When in green garden
thorns are beginning to reign
then
the autumn will start ...
When in the passion
sharp thorns of prickly longing
stab
deeply pierce a heart ...
Written April 4th, 2016
For contest "Mystic haikus" by Mystic rose
Awarded N/A
Entered for Screwed XIII contest by rob carmack
When I was a child,
I found my mother sobbing
in the bathroom—
I never asked her why—
I just knew.
And I stayed with her—
I consoled her like she
would for me during my
worst nightmares.
How does one console
the tortured in waking life?
In that moment,
I realized I was not the only
girl unhappy in my home—
I am not the only girl
to cry in this world...
-Variations of Bitterness XIII-
Seeing what man has done
Never realizing the hated that was born
Brothers killing brothers
All for the stupidest of reasons
Is there any doubt why He turned His back
We should have seen it coming
Will He ever come back to us
There is very little chance of that
We lost that possibility a very long time ago
He has more important things to do
And we just don’t matter anymore
© Poem – IX/XIII/MMXXIV
LRET
why chance genetic dice throw
gifted me finite time
solely to contemplate
(more than just my navel)
meaningfulness analogous
to scrutinizing Möbius strip
unable to identify
inscrutable mystery
defining random existence
specifically essence
happenstance/circumstance
which begat me Matthew Scott Harris.
His noggin mottled, plagued, and riddled
with debilitating accursed impediments
since birth circa
January xiii mcmlix.
You have every right to cry
The world has not been good to you
When you should have been playing
You saw the death of everyone you knew
It did not matter that you were there
No, they never cared about you
A little princess like you never mattered
You were just something in the way
Left to die like everyone else
So go ahead and cry as loud as you can
Let them know that you survived
Let them know that you will remember
And that you will be remembered
© Poem – VIII/XIII/MMXXI