Best Chafes Poems

Whatever turns your crank

Whatever tickles your pickle

Whatever dunks your donut

Whatever waxes your dolphin

Whatever buffs your Buddha

Whatever pops your cork

Whatever pets your monkey

Whatever frosts your cookies

Whatever spills your pills

Whatever trips your trigger

Whatever humps your camel

Whatever melts your chocolate

Whatever peels your onion

Whatever chafes your carrot

Whatever flops your...

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Missing the luxurious lush green of verdant spring.
When autumn chafes against the soul
Reluctant of letting go all that summer had to offer
We do not proffer from resentment 
Find, we may contentment with the season immediately upon the boughs,
The leaves all fallen and secretly feeding unseen...

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Written: November 17, 2023 For Charles Messina Contest
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In peace of mind and unwavering pride
Draw out your inner disgruntled callow
Expunge ailing masks and set them aside
Shackled and phony leaches start shallow

Untamed freedom leaves a rage...

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Slow drawn, steeping tea bags, in an etched glass pitcher,
Lazily infuse its Oriental musk into the sun warmed brew.
 My ice crackles along with the thunder over the great Mississippi
As the ewers’ spout releases the torrents of Southern comfort 
Into the tall, foggy, frost laden...

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In chain-link of night
that beckons trees to crawl
stale the wink of stars inked by tears,

holding her captive within sweet
time’s passage,as his farewell voice
chafes a widowed skin;

and a body wrought from need
of safe refuge denied by rain,
pierces curved bones

while traces of evening pale follows
her gait quite...

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I drifted to this place	 
When might I drift away?			
Am lost in time and space		
Cold feet encased in clay		

Afraid.  I am offbeat			
Next year I will as well		
Shamefully repeat			
Tucked inside my shell			

Are false masks better than		
The fear I have no face?		
Why not be a real...

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Inside worn and weathered walls,
Nobles and commoners
Gather and share 
In the field of rosiness.
Together, they are
Composed, well organized.
Each one partaking in blind optimism.
Knowing truly, that
The odds prevail.

Uneasy
My eyes penetrate
The bleached and waxen folds
Of my buttoned-up, grown-up gown.
Cascading, suffocating
The pale, coarse mesh
Chafes and bites my skin.
Two...

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As blue waters of March quiver a chime, 
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor 
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime 
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more. 

Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor 
I observe the dreamer inside me ache, 
On...

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Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep

And silence abound
My lover, the ground

Shaking off the morning shakes
Pop a pill and try to catch a bus
Withdraw in my homey...

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Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your...

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threadbare night
wearing thin where morning chafes...
          hints of rose stitch

              22 Sep 2016...

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Monday, 5-1
Housekeeping:  I checked in early today for a long, business-related stay.  Now, I wish to relay that I brought two blue, hypoallergenic towels of my own, from my home.  They are doctor prescribed for my skin disorder. Please remove the two...

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Make me smile and feel as if I am the only one.
 Turn around and leave me bitter and forsaken.

Hold me close and kiss my lips, make me feel falsely safe.
 Run to her, with my taste on your lips and listen as my heart...

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I quit
I throw my hands down
and sit, sometimes

they called for reconciliation without
 justice
They called for justice without 
truth
Now they ask for prayer without
confession, umpteenth,
it chafes

 Has dishonesty made you inadequate  
to let go the desecration
infringement
negligence
graft
shame of these violations 
which bake violence?

Yet another fifth year
our...

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ON  PREDICTIONS
        ( by  S.Jagathsimhan  Nair)
What  paths and brambled brooks I passed to halt
In this corny beat, to question my salt
What transcends this sum and what spills over
This reminder as scowling recompense
What more in...

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