by Sabbath De Yecouba |
She has overwhelmed me with her love
My love is not for legs
Not only her skin texture
The properly shaped head neither
Her thoughts can entrance
Those of a woman without disability
They say I am accursed
That loving her is abominable
Yet they admire the outward look only
And ignore her for her outward look
Like disables are barren and disrespect her inward beauty
They thought she would not conceive
And now they wonder
They ask me, “How did you make it?”
For our son is healthy and sound
Now they know, disability is not inability
by Daniel Schack |
america, angel, animal, appreciation, april, art,
Hatred is actually an elegant, hyper-real, and beautiful reality, feeling, and emotion in response and retaliation to the abominable absence of love and respect and equality in the present world and reality we currently exist in.
by Deb Wilson |
fantasy, love, love, me,
The dust of my dreams has been blown away.
For I met the love of my life one day.
He's covered in fur and twelve foot three.
Yes,he's a little bit taller than me!
Some call him Bigfoot,Sasquatch or Yeti.
But I just call him home for spaghetti!
It took a woman like me to tame him.
That he fell for me,well who could blame him?
I have all the traits Sasquatch could desire.
The Abominable Snowman and I are like fire.
He knows I'm loveable as can be.
That's why he fell so hard for me.
He swept me off my feet you know.
Our love is pure as driven snow.
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by Jesse Jones |
confusion, children, imagination, lost love, love, mystery, sad,
“She is black and white,”
she is my wintry queen-angel.
She inhabits the icy cold cavernous spaces
in my mind. She feeds me Turkish delights.
She drives her dogsled through my heart at midnight,
her expression frigid, her eyes like piercing icicles
Her wolves howling with every crack of the whip.
She is crazy. She is awesome. She is evil.
SHE IS MY ABOMINABLE
by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
growing up, happy, life, lonely, love,
Is it a must to be in a couple?
I find life pleasurable as a single
It gives me time to write
Time to search for my height
If it is such a must to be in a couple
Why is is that around me, I see only pain
Everything becomes always disagreeable
Love, after some time, does become a disdain!
Why, I have had my share of love
Once, when I was yet a joyful dove
Chirping madly away, laughing the day away
But love showed me its evil side on that day
Since then, I chose to live only as a single
But it seems that being single means being weird
So, should I succumb and be no more abominable?
Should I follow the route as does most of the herd?
by Christy Stover |
follow these guidelines
to make your poetry
really truly shine
make sure you don't rhyme
you're not in a nursery
this isn't kiddy story time
always restrict yourself
you don't want your poem in
a forgotten book on a shelf
oh, stay far far away
from this next poetry sin
the abominable sin of cliche
you can't write for you
you must only write for me
never ever forget to
obey these stone set rules
to write perfect poetry
you can only use my tools!
(Author's note: Forget the so called rules. Write what you love how you love to write it! Happy writing, my friends).
by Christy Stover |
abuse, love hurts,
when stretched and twisted
love becomes a weapon
an impulse never resisted
primal urge unforgotten
that is the excuse
for devious behavior
for letting dark passions loose
while claiming to be a savior
the pick and choose
of absurd distortions
no one wants to lose
their abominable corruptions
but condemnation is never quiet
and deceptions never subside
the soul is always in debt
in whom can evil love confide?
by Sky Walker |
Their hearts longed for each other’s touch
An abominable love
Bound by the shackles of marriage
Limited to the region of Imagination
Like desperate sperms seeking to be born,
Their souls searched for a world where their love would be accommodated
Both dreaming about a love they could not withhold
Never knowing, that what they felt for each other was real and controlled
And lost in depths of despair
They lived the remainder of their lives
Bound by a union which was unfair