I’m not much
of a boss man
I waste the day
like time is fake
news is,
I got plenty
to spare.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Scott Webb on Unsplash
#Poetry #Micropoem #Boss #Fake
Tag: shortverse
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You Will Go
when I rain down
on you
you will go
before the dark
heavy clouds
exude their
lonely tears into
the deep pools of salty
mud, waist deep
into the night
you fly to escape
as I flower the garden
extending the life
of the bouquets
while you run
far, far away.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by João Cabral from Pexels
#Poetry #shortverse #micropoetry
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I Have Standards
i have standards
don’t bleed on me
paltry mist-eyed
blather
i have standards
so don’t bother
me with your
ghastly sought
after chatter
flung too quick
at the page
a flick, a flack
a tickity tack
i have standards
to adhere to
today,
to
cement wisdom
into my brain
don’t waste
words on words
every damn day
to dress your space
bargained for pay
i have standards
that don’t lean
that way.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Sangeet Rao from Pexels
#Poetry #Standards #Rhymes #Poem
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Time
you know…
it seems Time
is a hammer
pounding away
at our humanity,
certainly Time
must prove
its worth in blows
and is merciless
in its demeanor.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Oladimeji Ajegbile from Pexels
#Poetry #Poet #Micropoem #Time
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The Black Veil
Cotton mouthed and shirked
by the night
your light always eludes me
why is it the moon glows
upon your hips like
heathen red? and
the bled of night
escapes through
the black veil
of love.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Micropoem #Love
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Memory #2
This is day 2 of sharing a memory-
I was rifling thru some old writings and junk and I came across a little black book with some poetry and sketches that I keep. In it I found some poetry that was from 2005 that my son Adrian (who was 9 at the time) wrote. I remember, we would sometimes play this poetry word game. And, at the time, he was into writing these fun little fiction books and on occasion some poetry.
Here’s the second one-
There in the forests
inscribed with wax
in trees
are comforting
words in rainbows within
souls.
AJK- 10/4/05
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#Poetry #Micropoetry #Memories
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I Like Mornings
I like mornings spent in
quiet intent, pondering.
Alas, I have found reasonable
sanity here
in an enjoyable moment.
Reason on reason,
I forget,
all to realize I was given
a gift, not before realized
but nevertheless,
I sit,
in a most enjoyable
state,
quite content.
Days on days,
morning upon morning,
night time shared
enjoying, you
and him.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Daniel Norris on Unsplash
#Poetry #Freeverse #Shortverse #Coffee #Mornings
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The Season of Breakdown
At first appearance
fear! strikes my soul
a closer look at
my wounded life
wrings salty tears
out of my pillow case
sobs of sorrow
weeping strife! stringing
all my pains and backward
contemplations
around the gilded knife
of life’s thrusting
complications
peeling off the layers
of dried out withered dreams
waking centuries of sweetness
beguiling and free!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Ryan James Christopher on Unsplash
#Poetry #Freeverse #Healing
