Best Chipping Poems
Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his
Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above
these highest places
where power reigns
crushing down
in white
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history"
squeezing
draining the meaning
out of good intention
Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
The future
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Differences
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath
tracing
tearing
a cross marking
the surface
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women
up for "grabs"
The women
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist
stops squeezing her ****
before slapping
lips against her
drooling over her
in her ear
whispering
something sweet
like
"Honey
you're mine"
What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
their dolls
their toys
smiling
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone
Equality
carved out in flesh
fresh cadavers
swept under the rug
serving their purpose
Gravestones weeping
as grass grows quiety around the edges
The memory
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully
the stars
and stripes
stripped of the value they once held
when they stiched us all together
and brought so many strangers home
How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege
held so high in esteem
like our stars
and stripes
teetering, unraveling
the threads shaking
as if stripped naked
and forced to wave
above that Capitol Hill
pivotal
and still
unchanging
unmoved
Our Lady
liberty
holds a tattered gown
Categories:
chipping, history, humanity, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
You so desperately
Want to be understood
So I wonder
Why
Why do you
Hold back
So much of yourself
I see him digging
Chipping at your edges
Wondering what's behind the facade
He waits between your breaths
Ponders your pauses
Looks for answers
Pardons your harshness
He sees beyond the obvious
Is aware of your audible sadness
The place no one touches
Imperceptibly he reaches
Pushes past your protective
To the deeper you
The precious part
The unknown softness
The magnificence of you
The inner art
The revelation
of an unsequestered heart
For in letting go
You can be freed
Reach out for his hand
Let him take the lead
For he deserves
all of you
You deserve
all of him too
I see
I understand
I know
It's hard to let go
He's patient and will move slow
If you both want it
Love will grow
And you will be
Truly
Finally
Understood
Categories:
chipping, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
The poet mines the cave for treasures sought;
its walls encrusted with events long past.
Chipping away to find that buried thought,
emerging with gold nuggets at long last.
Then comes the day it all falls into place,
remove one word – the message feels diminished.
The poet, feeling visited by grace,
stands up and smiles, proclaiming “it is finished.”
Categories:
chipping, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
With your cruelty
You turned my heart to stone
Then with skillful hands
You crafted it with your chisel
Chipping away small pieces
Sculpting life like wings
Providing the illusion of magnificence
How the world marveled at your masterpiece
Envied my perceived trancendence
Yet sadly my heart would never be able to fly!
Categories:
chipping, beauty, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Anticipation
While culture strengthens
In love of poetry,
In give and to take
An exchange of view.
While together
A common cause,
We work so hard
To understand.
In this way
Unified
A small task.
Chipping
Away.
Hate.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Categories:
chipping, hope, world,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
In this castle
Created in my mind
A tree,
This tree
A scar
A jagged one
Still healing
Blood dripping
Forms a path
Two watchmen
Chipping away
Away at it's skin
Creating holes
To suck out blood
Warning others
To follow the path
The path
A constant path
Almost invisible
Leaves an endless highway
That will not be seen
From
Far away
it forms a thin
Long and Knotted trail
Small black dots
On this pathway
Twisting and turning
Around the tree
In this castle
Created in my mind
None have wondered
Where this path goes
They follow the crowd
The sounds
Constant sounds
Almost silent
Leave prints
That will be heard
Far away
Calluses, Sores, and scabs
Created
From the non-stop endless migration
The rhythmic pecks
The perpetual stomps
Of these creatures
in my mind
Forever
Endless
As it seems
When will one
break through it's sea
The truth
An unknown truth
Can be turned into
Lies
The destination unknown
Cannot be reached
As it is
So
Far away
Categories:
chipping, allusion, anxiety, beautiful, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Been so broken down, baby
Isolated, shuttered,
Dilipidated; in disrepair
Been so sad and empty
Before you, I didn't wanna care
I had lost all hope and drive
To continue even trying
Void of volition
Drifting from day to day
With no desire - no ambition
All that's changed now, sugar
Cos from out of nowhere, you've finally arrived
To prove you're not going anywhere.
Your kindness and concern for my welfare
Soothe my tired soul
And rejuvenate
My sullen spirit
Thank you endlessly
For patiently and relentlessly
Chiseling and chipping away
At my recalcitrant heart
Gone are the days of
Thinking my lot in life won't improve
You have resurrected my desire to love
You're my richest, sweetest treasure
Boon to my existence
You must be
Heaven sent
You're a little late, my honey,
But that's OK, my angel,
Your untimely arrival
Is a much-needed surprise.
You're a blessing to my well-being
My game-changer; my lifesaver
Before I was bitter, sour - on my own
I'm savoring your hugs and kisses
What we have is priceless
You've rekindled my inner glow
Promise me, baby, we'll work together to retain what we have found
So that we shall never wither away
Impenetrable and tightly woven
Together, as one, we will grow stronger.
Categories:
chipping, angel, blessing, for him,
Form:
Ballad
There is no escape from strange morning whims,
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis,
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie,
tormenting all that is felt as sensory.
I despise the chirping of hungry birds,
so intrusive as they sing in their herds.
Echoing like chisels chipping at my head,
feeling chained to the corners of my bed.
I seek no pardon for my profanity,
these moods are ***ing with my sanity.
I search for signs of positivity,
but daylight always triggers my sensitivity.
Mind slices my thoughts through dissections,
as I hold my head craving for soundless reflections.
Sluggish eyes with black bags and static lips,
cringe at the mirror as reality grips,
washing away a contradictive smile,
without harmony my life is too much of a trial.
Thinking f*** my life through censored cries,
I don't even have the strength to roll my eyes.
Is there a diagnosis for this prognosis?
Or will I forever be in this state of hypnosis?
I’m neither depressed nor suppressed,
in this cramped compression of distress.
I’m anxious attempting to figure it all out,
stumbling across worn voices begging to shout.
Those explosive beats from poisonous roots,
soften my crumbling knees like rotten fruits.
All I can think is,
“oh please, cut that crap”
battling my demons, before I finally snap.
As my mind bleeds like a demented creep,
I no longer require the desire to speak.
As talk is cheap,
can’t you see all I need is sleep.
To forever restrict my emotions before I weep.
Tired of being a puppet with twisted strings,
I hope these pills can tame my mood swings.
Categories:
chipping, angst, anxiety, mental health,
Form:
Rhyme
Long, long ago Thai monks covered up
a golden Buddha in clay to hide it
from marauding armies and their greed.
It had been forgotten until recent years,
overlooked by invaders, ending all fears,
until monks saw through a single dried crack
seeing the shining statue safe and intact.
So the monks continued chipping away
revealing the Golden Buddha of Sukotai.
Let your spiritual journey begin
by finding your Buddhanature within.
Your hidden power can change so much:
unleash your passion, let souls touch.
For all your hopes once unspoken,
crack your Buddhaself wide open.
Categories:
chipping, fear, hope, introspection, journey,
Form:
Couplet
Chalkboard solitude eats at my mind
My fingers leave scars in the written words
And behind me a herd of sheep cries out
As the remaining words run red
And blood drizzles down the board
My thoughts were abhorred
But my actions were lauded
What a twisted juxtaposition
Mindlessness is a cancer
So critical of every flawed detail
But envious of others despite their ineptitude
And fire could burst from my fingertips
You'd never know it from all the silence
And when I finally turn around
What a surprise it is
To find me alone in the white walled room
Dreaming of yesteryear
But there's paint chipping on the wall
And I dig away at it
And behind the whiteness of the walls
Is a mold that runs deep
That's been festering for over a decade
These white walls are merely a facade
For an ugly truth buried beneath
That bequeaths me with sorrow
And when I turn back around
The chalkboard remains
Without any words
Categories:
chipping, conflict, dark, depression, pain,
Form:
Free verse
** SCENES FROM HOME **
The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing
The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath
Above the call, “Daughter!” to the girl running outside, her
Tresses and turquoise skirt flying up in a lunging wind
As a red squirrel leaps onto a chipping-painted windowsill
To dig all through a neglected flowerbox, while he’s squawked at
By a blackbird, bowing over her nest, keeping watch
Nearby where there emanates the enchanting sound of piano
Nocturnes that the son (in rolled-up shirtsleeves) nicely plays
While a ping-pong ball rolling, clacks across the cellar floor,
Beguilling the cat into a frenzied attempt to seize her prey
At the hallway’s end, Grandma asks a mirror about her appearance.
“Is there a flower fairy to bring a blooming loveliness to my age?”
Mirror, ready to answer, “Just look! Radiance grows inside every day.”
But, the answer on-coming, found Grandma, chin-on-hand, fast asleep.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/14-15/2023
Thanks be to God—-
Categories:
chipping, animal, family, fantasy, home,
Form:
Imagism
I’m cool, warmed up, loose. I’m gonna crack this ball straight down the fairway
all the way to the white post, clean and straight. Yeah.
I’m the king of the worm burners, oh, no, I’m the baddest Tiger of these
here woods. Ha ha, not bad, I launched that there rocket clean
into that oak, missed my forehead, missed my partner, never you mind.
I’m out on the fairway now.
I’m cool, warmed up, loose. Got my eye on the ball.
King of Zen. Just swing and … yeah. Okay.
I’m King of the beach blanket beee-ing go. Okayyy. No problem. Golf is about practice
and practice make perfect. Okay, closed my eyes there.
Splash? Splash it is.
Okay, I’m Chipping King, just smack that ball into that little ole hole.
God’s be with me. Whew.
I’m the man. Ain’t I the man? Blow me a-way!
It’s all won on the greens guys. Ain’t I the King? Didn’t I just chip right in? Ever see
anything like that before? MMMhmm. You on for five on the next hole?
Categories:
chipping, courage, fantasy, funny, god,
Form:
Prose
The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart
They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart.
People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way,
And from Bath to Chipping Campden lovely views enhance their stay.
The villages and towns each have a unique English charm,
And when the sun shines on those hills there's joy on every farm.
The cows and pigs and chickens temporarily forget their fate,
That tomorrow or the next day they'll be on somebody's plate.
The dry stone walls meander through the fields o'er hills and dales,
And from the very top you can unluckily see Wales,
A country full of Welshmen waving leeks and daffodils,
Who sing too much and abuse their sheep amongst their rugged hills.
I'm digressing, it's the Cotswolds that’s the topic of this ode,
There's beauty round every corner of each winding country road.
So when in England, to the Cotswolds drive without delay,
You won't regret it, honestly, you'll love it every day.
My buttocks both rejoice whene'er those hills come into view,
I love those gorgeous Cotswolds, and I know that you will too.
Categories:
chipping, beautiful, beauty, daffodils, england,
Form:
Rhyme
Bicycling through space;
I passed meteors.
I asked, please refrain;
From chipping my home;
It’s called, Planet Earth.
Lyrids, said “sure”;
Persids, too and
Taurids agreed
With my request.
But, the strays
I heard say,
“well...perhaps”.
With charm
I did
Win.
Categories:
chipping, poems, poetry, space, stars,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Sharply turning, fingernail chipping, anxiously pacing,
the time to leave the nest is fast approaching,
Distortion of reality, confusion and despair,
Where the mother-child bond will inevitably tear,
You want to leave- become your own person without loosing sight of how far you've come,
To appreciate all that has been given to you but realize your independent life has just begun,
Always welcome to come back to the safety and comfort of your childhood home,
Yet never will experience the joy of living with a family- now that you're alone,
For better or for worse, you have to take responsibility,
to stand up to this disoriented world and earn your dignity,
Enjoy the present whilst building your own future,
Your mother will no longer be there- but will always nurture,
Look back at the past and learn to carry on,
Your siblings will no longer stay young one day they'll also be gone.
I realized,time changes people-on that we should not venture,
your family will forever be your rock, your centre,
The moments you make time for, even though you're miles apart,
The moments that you'll always remember,
Those will be the treasured moments you'll hold so tightly in your tender heart...
Categories:
chipping, confusion, growing up, home,
Form:
Rhyme