Best Gnashes Poems
You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon
each tooth a dagger that breaks the heart to dawn
beneath your skin a hunger spills and swells
its teeth are rust its eyes a fevered glow
it gnashes bone until the broken tells
of sins that fester deep where no one knows
your hollow self a wind that pulls and wells
the hunger of a lion’s endless throes
and in your voice a low and raspy cry
that cracks the earth and cracks the brittle sky
beneath the skin your hunger splits the bone
its grasp a vice that crushes what it seeks
the stars fall silent cold and overthrown
their light consumed in frantic, bloodstreaked streaks
the air is thick with death and poisoned stone
where hunger howls beneath the shadowed peaks
yet still in your trap the pulse of truth will grind
a seed that's sown then left to twist and rise
your walls of lies are dust beneath the weight
of hunger’s edge and all that once was wise
though still you chase the fading spark of fate
your fingers crushed beneath the weight of mind
from soil once cursed where hate was built to last
the truth will rise unbroken and unmasked
for lies may hunt but truth though torn and scarred
is cut deep and rips your sockdologizing heart trap apart
Poetry will not keep you warm
Not like a cat nestled between legs
But, it hunts down manic thoughts
Gnashes the static till the mind gives
Chases a thought till claws are bloody
Keeps you drenched in sweat
Yes, she mews for attention
Till its cries grate every nerve
Till I feed it words & want
Poetry keeps me squirming
Caught in a net skimming a deluge
Waiting for words to be hauled
The big catch ever escaping
Keeps me checking the line
Insisting I jump into cold waters
Foolishly like Ahab chasing a tail
Sadness is my white whale
Mad with promises holey
Poetry is a leaky bucket
Catching the rain of words
Within depression's storm
Coming like a cat with a pail
Impossible and torrential
Ensnaring me for an hour
Keeps me back for seconds
Promising an easy catch
Cold and slippery
Here's a bit of trivia from World War Two I'll bet you didn't know,
Concerning the war-time Prime Minister of Japan, Hideki Tojo of Tokyo.
After the war hapless Hideki was jailed in Tokyo's Sugamo Prison,
Where he was given a new set of dentures 'cause he was losing his'n.
A waggish American dentist, determined to make a lasting 'impression',
Etched on Tojo's choppers in Morse Code this immortal expression:
'REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR" - 'Twas America's stirring battle cry!
He eternally gnashes his teeth in perdition after he was hanged to die!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
True Story!!!
Written: February 14, 2025 for Brian Strand Contest
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In twilight, specks become stars,
bridges locked in gold,
Engraved whispers on walls
painted with diamond tears.
Singing hearts weave veins of
lilac and jasmine,
A serenade of soul waves,
ebbing through arid shadows.
Dark alleys paint a carnival of
spectral silhouettes,
Roots entwined in forlorn twilight colors,
wine-stained breaths.
Sorrow’s perfume lingers
like raindrops on roses,
Hushed epicedes echo
in the cinereous horizon.
Herbs waltz with heartbeats
beneath a canopy of trees,
Nestled nests console the forlorn
shorebirds at dusk.
Paranoia flickers like sparks
in a delicately hushed night,
Love’s choir sings an elusive refrain of
integrity and sins.
Delirium dances with
egoistic ghosts in the dark,
Tears pirouette like phantasmagoric
mist over steel syntax.
Blurring edges between serenity
and abyssal flare,
spheres clash in capricious vortices
under Gaia's winged gaze.
A whimsical trance catapults dreams
to an eldritch nebulae,
vortices float serenely,
weaving cosmic whispers into the night sky;
hushed murmurs from Eros to Erebus
blend seamlessly with somber threnodies;
in Gemini's embrace they linger
as wisps across Pyxis' burning calyx;
and while Maelstrom gnashes
within Tartarus' volcanic depths;
velleity blooms amidst fervent altar prayers
Echoes waft through Nexus' cavernous voids
to quench desires caught betwixt Chaos &
Gaia's visceral nexus hallucinations.
darkness ...
it is closing its careless bite
upon ALL of us
it knows no favor, no age, no disposition
fear and all its dim shadows
paint the tremulous sky above
and swirl the murky waters at our feet
it casts an arrogant shade that we have not yet seen
dimming all that we care for and contemplate
all that is dear and demanded
it hides its claws in plain sight of all
gnashes its teeth behind the smiles of kindness
it comes in the guise of those we love
and the necessities of life
but take heart - there is always hope
for even as the adumbration spreads about us
the one truth of human nature
becomes as evident as ever
that it is the very worst of times and adversities
that brings out the very BEST of US
and I have no doubt in mind or marrow
that in these darkest of hours
we will once again persevere
the human spirit will once again ...
shine.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Quarantine" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
Look all around you
what do you see?
a world that was beautiful
Look closer, draw near
look from above
see the gnashes
There are great bare patches
de-void of their trees
just dust bowls
The angel watches
and her tears fall
like rain
As each lands
it heals the land
new growth appears
Soon a host of angels
each one weeping
their tears restoring all
Over rolling hills, it tiptoes in on bobcat feet
With Lynx-like eyes, and billowing clouds of gray
And turns the hush of twilight's blood red sky
Into a witches brew, alive with piercing cries
A wind that coils in the breast of dunes
Gliding in from distant lands, Saguaro sands
Eerie sounds whistle through window sills
The chill of what was peaceful and still
Has turned to anger, fear and dread
Wildness arrives on chariots with mighty steeds
The monsoon thrives, while a desert blanches dead
It gnashes teeth with biting winds
Shaking shingles, tree trunks bend
The pouring thunder, lightning peels
Rain gushes down as strong as steel
We wait until the wrath is spent
At last with gusto,....a final vent
Like spoiled child it takes a bow
There's nothing but a murmur now
The wretched carpet left behind
Broken wings from dark of night
Trees and limbs are battered hosts
Cacti lift their arms to toast
The remnant of a monsoon's ghost
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Inspired by Paula's Monsoon Contest
Fake smiles everyday when I'm away now that you're not here.
Life feels so listless, so dim.
The candle that you lit has faded as it's meant to,
But it also struck a match to light in another's heart.
We cry, we sigh, we mourn, but we live.
We will always live on, just as I promise you that you always will.
You've let yourself go, but i can't let you go, and I know he'll never let you go.
Sometimes, in times like these, I'll curse this gift,
Perfectly carved and wrapped so sweetly by the fingertips of a master.
It lies in my soul, floating in thin air,
Carried swiftly by the breath of an angel meant to do good, do no harm,
And yet it harms me.
The source of almost all my pain,
It's like the very software that was programmed in me,
Meant for me to do a world of wonders for my people,
Short circuits,
Shocks my kindred spirit.
I feel too much.
There are deep gnashes in my veins from the inside where I couldn't even reach because it isn't I that's doing it.
My capillaries are thinning, thinning, scraped away to almost nothing because I feel too much.
The weight of a universe's wrongdoings are placed on my back making me a mule whose spine is about to burst in two.
You've worked me too hard. I'm draining.
Can't I cut off the life source in my inner self that makes me me?
Can I?
Or will you all miss me?
I do it for my little world, in my tiny hometown, in my humble household.
I absorb the feelings of the world, both good and bad, loving and hateful, utterly blissful and unspeakably gut wrenching, to bring about relief to mankind,
To relate to those who are attacked with thoughts that say no one understands.
I bottle up my powers though, until I'm too full of myself and it all upchucks out in a frenzy in times like these.
Then I rearrange it on a table as a holiday cornucopia for you all to relieve a bit of yourselves in.
I keep myself here for all of you to lean on,
And I promise you I won't ever leave.
Perversion.? ?Hidden deep inside
it roils and coils?; ?wrestles and writhes
screams,? ?gnashes,? ?gnaws and cries;
longing to tear the wings from flies
No volition to kill-? ?not the aim.
Rather,? ?to punish,? ?is the game.
Ignore deathblow,? ?purpose to maim;
in the wake,? ?leave broken and lame.
Pain persitent, ?it seeks to bring.
Perversion.! ?Lusts only to inflict suffering;
it insinuates to you?; ?it whispers to me
"make them hurt,? ?then you'll be free".
Tiger in a Cage
It paces roars and gnashes teeth,
a tiger has its stripes.
Red and white and black and brown,
and paws so big with claws.
But most of all I wish I was
our God as he’s above — below.
To kiss the critter on the mouth,
his meaty breath — I gag.
And snuggle tender into him and stroke his tiger fur.
Tell me, are you turning gray now
It's easy to divine
The timber in your voice tells me
You haven't slept for days
Your weary words are winding
Through the telephone tonight
And their telling all the things
You cannot bare to say
It's killing you that you can't stop yourself
As it's rolling through you veins
And you feel like you've been screaming but,
You just can't feel the pain
You're tearing you self up inside
And I can't do a thing
It kills me not to be there but,
Only you can make you sane
Like tar, it gums your insides
Into a sticky icky mess
It sucks your lungs like cellophane
And clogs up your chest
You take the hits and roll with it
And beg on your knees for more
You've been like that a while now
I can't take it anymore
It gnashes teeth and clashes claws
the demon that you chase
I got demons of my own to bleed
I can't keep up with your pace
Rehab didn't help you much
And me, I've never been but,
I have a couch that welcomes junkies
Who sit eating up their sins.
It feeds on all the feelings used
To keep the beast at bay
Its the only way of living
While you're dying more each day
I know it eats you up as
It makes you fell alive
Its killing you by numbing out
Like soul Novocain inside
A never ending battle
As you fight to reach the top
You can tell them every time you "quit"
But you'll never, no you'll never
STOP.
Winter’s Song
The darkness of the pewter moon
Casts its light
Upon the dreary December night
Curtains close for autumn’s harvest
Leaves and cones and needles swept underground
The arctic brisks fill the air
Crystals and icicles adorn bare forest wood
Fluffy snow mount on the ground
Balled up to get thrown around
Full figured, round men are formed by the human hand
Sticks, carrot, buttons, hats ,
gloves and scarves bring them to life
Snow angels give their blessing and leave their imprint behind
Winter birds take flight into the night
The snow owl gnashes prey out of sight
The wind whirls and howls a dreadful weeping sound
White laced snow flakes grace the sky
Veiling it’s bride with mounts of fluffy clouds
Falling onto evergreen
Weighing it down
Bare trees are clothed with winter leaves
That melt and leave us when the sun comes out and blazes with all its heat
It leaves us with an image
Souvenirs as such :
Snow glows : balls of glass
water and styrofoam floating inside
Music to fill our hearts
Black ice
Dirt, char and everything nice
Slips and falls whenever it likes
Everything breaks under winter’s nose
The heart, one’s passion for life
And the bitter fight for light and the thirst for ice in a tall glass of sunshine
Ice in droplets splashed into one’s face
Sizzling in the sun, yet content with its warmth
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/13/19
31fabel this is part two please read part one first
All Hail the Power of JESUS name a song on you tube a great refrain the ewe is
so sublime she loves my lord she loves the SON as much as eye. Healthy is a
term designed to fool the masses in a hopeless mess of ashes a world
destroyed by fire imagine holding on to preconceived ideas and religious
gnashes biting thorns of crackers smallish pieces of the breaded JESUS come
and ruin all decay in me today and fill my love with healthy life and let her live and
bless herself amen and take all my nerves and mend them without whiskey let
me win the battle is now mine the end in sight the day is come the walls of
Jericho are falling all around.
We both like Fogarty the singer of the creedence song.
We both like dandelions' how they come apart. We both like dragonflies the
wings so far apart. Rain in the summer love in the winter life in the spring.
The little silver color in the box. The happy that we do when we talk man and wife.
The prayers that come to the mind unbidden as we talk yearning just for kisses
yearning just for time to love. A robot heart hidden in a real love an android one
charlax seven molded in the form of a CREEDENCE song. Without an ending a
poem never stops in side of heaven is my love she it is that rules me lets me
love. A wonderful purple flower hidden in a tall tree it is she. This is charlax seven
android one.
eager exotic eyelashes
doubly dilly dots and dashes
quixotic crazy slashes
friendly farm ashes
wild window splashes
breakneck barley bashes
goodly gnarly gnashes
heavenly hopeful hashes
slick satin like slashes
meandering and marauding mashes
creative corny clashes
boots improvising as goulashes
eager exotic eyelashes
It was everything it was, all it was ever going to be. That moment containing such endless possibilities... Vast and infinite. The raw power of creation, spawning time and space itself. Magnanimous and awe inspiring... The proplexity of it all being that the mirrored image is often dark and grim for to be opposite in every sense as a sense should be, can be and often almost is. For what would a smile be without a sinister sneer to compare it to. Soft, bright gentle and alluring? Without the gnashing bitter snickered sneer of what gnashes, with such malice... Cold and cruely intent on its purpose. Could light then pierce the shadows of the veil had the veil not been drawn to cast forth a contrast onto it's purity. For what would the cure then be ... With the absence of poison?