Best Cuts Poems
SHORT CUTS
(*with apologies to Albert Einstein}
The tonsorial master said trim it
the dunce in the chair shouted skin it
the difference in coif
like the difference in thought
is that genius acknowledges limit*
John G. Lawless
4/14/2015
*”The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.”
Albert Einstein
but i wouldn’t fault you words spilling from a loose connection
your heart
a myriad of internal cuts and bruises
exposed wires tattered and frayed
i can hold such damage
with barely a touch
soothe the gnawing of varmints uninvited
be that handy little light
one carries to duel the dark
Thu Mar 5 2020
Theres a thin edge; to every wedge.'
A wayward heart in the wild,
Trying to wield the knife of hope.
Hope for one thing; hope for one friend
The only way to guard her heart
The only way when others have failed
With each fail, adds a slice to her heart
Some are shallow; some are deep
But all are painful, on her soul
For a moment, things were right, things were won
But the tables turned as,
The wielded became the wielder
The cuts on her soul became cuts on her flesh
Some are deep; some are shallow
At first, the knife only tasted some tiny beads of blood
But as time grew, the knife soon feasted
As white flesh turns red
Crimson drops run down the blade
Hope shatters into shards
Those shards embed into flesh
Joining the sliver with the white and red
A friend gained is a friend soon lost
The hunter becomes the hunted
The Vicious Wicked Cuts Of Dead Dreams And Reality
The lake, its long, wide sandy beach, called to me
urgent messages, saying feel this in my seeking heart
cryptic signs, splashing in stormy moonlit swells
that vision, that jewel, pure beauty walking on water
a ravenous goddess sent to Love and set me Free-
not the courage for which my prayers had begged
nor that massive strength this body so dearly craved
not even the power to deny death's grip, its final knock
just her and a body that drove this soul stark, raving mad
her lustful body and a kiss that had slain lost empires-
how could I such exquisite treasure ever dare to deny
refuse its promises, gentle touch and enticing smiles
its moans and solemn promise of happiness to come
vows that swore eternity would be our bountiful reward
and how each new dawn our bed would be our golden palace-
then the calls stopped, the waters dried and searing pain
falling heartfirst into a deep, dark and roaring void
the vicious cuts and stings that ate into crackling bones
dreaded nights of agony's loss, icing large poisoned cakes
and daybreak with its dying moans of soul ripping lights-
the goddess, the lake, the beach all had just disappeared
and from the new abyss, came that horrible beast named Reality-
R. J. Lindley,
May 27th, 1976
Dark verse,
( When The World Delivers Its Most Heartbreaking Blows )
Captured like game.
Branded like cattle.
Herded like sheep
Treated Like cargo, and defects where thrown in the deep.
Certified merchandise
"***** show me your teeth"
Murder guys who don't hold their own; no hope for the weak
"You better dig deep,
Cause I don't care about your suffer and strife"
If you were advanced then your people would have fought for your life
Instead of human trafficking there own, for goods from the whites
Besides your black.
You can never have rights"
As a result most blacks are poor, and still seen as less.
A people unsure of themselves,
A race in distress
It cuts deep,
Like whips on the back of the slaves
Whose grandchildren still fade in the land of the brave.
But I am a diaspora man
An African with habits of an Anglo Saxon clan
Racial discrimination still spans this land
But still I rise, brother give me your hand
Mike Concise 2009 ©
www.mikeconcise.com
cold cuts
of braised kick
naked limb
11.07.16
Act of inspiration wrestle pythons
Research scientists are the primary audience
ethics and research breakthroughs
bring the beauty, multi-media presentation allows
photographers
Auto loading service pistol- long awaited culmination
Brutally overbuilt
disregard" the request for help
generally docile the loudest creatures on earth
Shoot, shovel, and shut-up
collaborators use a suite of factors to assess
national policies to promote efficiency
Europe After the Rain
Persistence of Memory done before 1800
Commercial advertisers often seek purpose
An Experienced Perfectionist
showing a belief in and veneration
imbued with pious sacred rites
*For the cut- up contest
( and yes, these are in exact order LOL)
Severing of ties with our allies.
Court orders blatantly defied.
Plans to privatize, those federal
agencies now downsized..
Green card holders traumatized..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our wounded democracy falls
to it's knees,,
Lawyers and judges receive death threats.
Freedom of speech being suppressed.
Deportation with out due process.
Defunding colleges and PBS..
A thousand cuts.
A thousand bleeds.
Our democracy hemorrhages.
Our rights recede, as we
sleep walk into Autocracy...
Blank white sheet of paper FOREVER I AM in your debt…please allow me to EXPRESS my INFINITE gratitude… for it was you that granted me the chance to finally RELEASE…*FREEDOM*…for so long I’ve searched for a home that I could sincerely call my own…I know now that close to you is where I’ve always belonged…to the only one who embraced me fully and never passed judgment…UNDERSTANDING from where I’ve come and how long of a journey it’s been…rescuing me from the pit of sometimes my own self-pity…and when I submerged into the darkness of misery…you provided the LIGHT for me to follow….the man that I AM today is more than a man…it is every man that has endured pain and suffering and rose from the ashes…*RISING SUN (SON)*…it is with you that I am able to share that EXPERIENCE…I HOPE you’re able to understand so many understatements…a simple LETTER to the one I truly adore…my greatest appreciation…
CiD *Creativity Is Demanding*
Add Watercolor
many in this group
chicken enhanced shark fin soup…
fresh fish on the loop
Time, Cuts Like A Knife
Would I perish in this onrush of racing time
if so would that be a gentle mercy or a crime
Dying one travels a sad mystery called Death
should one fight death until that last breath
Is love truly the fullfillment of the great Law
or just a futile recording of all that we saw
Hush and a sweet wind will grace your life
wash away the worries and constant strife
Sleep well from exhaustion as a faithful goal
satisfaction that greatly enhances the Soul
Fill your life with many very worthwhile deeds
sow goodness with many compassionate seeds
All things are temporary in this very short life
time awaits no man while it cuts like a knife
R.J. Lindley
11/23/1983
Peel back my skin & you will find bone.
Bone so white that it drarwfs the paper I scribble on now.
Just like your my bone.
Just like his bone.
Just like the bones of all of those who are black, yellow, red, purple & polka dotted,
my bones are nothing more than branches rooted deep in an idea.
An idea of a man filled with ideas.
Ideas which are seeds, seeds that when planted, grow when watered by heavenly droplets.
And when the rain falls, it will wash the dirt into the gutters & we will pretend that it was never even there.
Just like the innocent bloodshed of invisible African children.
Bloodshed in the name of love?
Heh, no.
Bloodshed because men try too hard to be gods forgetting that when everyone at their feet are dead,
the only praises left will be of the voices left remaining inside of their own heads.
And yet we will do nothing about it, because far too many of us only believe life.
But in order to believe life
you must first live.
And living only exist on a dying man's bucket list.
So go ahead, jump out of airplanes in the name of your mother's fathers.
Look at your girlfriend guys.
Let her for once keep her clothes on.
Remember that she is somebody's daughter.
Tell that man or woman how you really feel.
Hold the door for someone you don't even know.
Tell somebody a secret that will let their heart grow;
Grow so large that it burst from them as a shout of joy!
And them let them catch fire and call it the spirit.
What spirit you ask? I know mine.
Not dad, but Father.
And my heart and mind when with You, even if your spirit aint mine, that alone I find is true love.
So go ahead. If you're a brother
be my brother. If you're a sister be my sister.
Cause what the world needs now is lots of smiling faces,
Open arms,
Very giving people
And every single one of us putting together the pieces of the puzzle called peace.
So peace my brothers.
Peace my sisters.
Tonight, let these rough cuts
make us into love wishers.
She was broken,
Into tiny sharp pieces.
I tried to fix her,
But she bled me like leeches.
She broke my heart,
Without touching me.
When she cut herself,
With that tiny sharp piece.
It hurts so bad,
To see her crying.
Broken inside,
Her will is dying.
Thier sharp pieces,
They cut her deep.
Her painful scars,
Forever seen.
But to feel alive,
She needs to bleed.
Stingray cutting deep murky lines
Curvilinear through the ocean
By Robb A. Kopp