Best Splints Poems

In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of these are and what I think he meant
Before you demur let's confer, after you'll concur
All there is is progress or...

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A Fisherman’s Tale


Out o’gloom, her pale siege comes to menace our humble dwell
I look to celeste fix, yet no stark smile to traverse me
So I grip my girl, now graceful, as she slides in churn swell

My girl’s effete bones shiver, I hold hand tight, she...

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Characters in action
Talents in multiplication
Shapes and sizes of many version
Skills on display with tension

Over the top ropes one would gape
Under the ropes one can escape
Apron of thick mattress
Arena of countless matches

Highlighted are dressed to kill
Fronting the crowd that fill
Seats of spectators that cheer
Feats of competitors,...

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Why do you want to leave me standing alone
the once happy home, now half the throne
we stood together through thick and thin
the beautiful duo, together forever
walks in the park, dancing after dark
the love was golden we once shared 
I felt the eyes of envy, what...

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"Be very still", the voice said 
"I'll get the nails from between your toes". 
"He still breathes", another voice.
 A gentle move, 
a hand laid at my back, 
another at my neck. 

"We are your friends, not foes", 
He adds, hearing my whimpering. 
I cringe...

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I open and close my stiff cold hands,
and look down at what my pen has spilled;
my hands ache from decades of writing,
my many pages are totally filled.

Electric jolts stab at my fingers,
and my writing is dead and tingling;
I put on my ugly, clumsy splints,
and send...

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Merrily merrily I say unto thee
It's time to go in for surgery!
Anesthesia pumping through my veins; knocked out for forty five
Oh please oh please do not let me die
Post-op's a *****, tortuous at that
Splints in my nose, feeling so whack
But **** it I say, this...

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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)


When...the wind blows...the skies scatter...and the snowy caps
MELT!
When...two butterflies...FLY...THE HOWLING-WINDS/BLOW!
The vectors-of...SPACE...CRACK...UNDER-GRACE!
When Andromeida's/BACK-PAINS...THE RAINS
OF THUNDER/BREAK!
Two dancers...in-their/INNER-PAIN...do-they/BREAK?
One-thou-sand/TEARS...to-their/STEPS!
WAS-IT...ONE-THOU-SAND/TEARS...TO-THEIR/STEPS?

My-two-dancers/in-their-INNER-PAIN!
How could Cinderella...and-SLEEP-ING/BEAUTY
DANCE...between-each/STAR
When the stars and-MARS...BREAK-in/the-strain-of
The crystalean-SPLINTS?
Two dancers...in-their/INNER-PAIN...do-they/BREAK?
One-thou-sand/TEARS...to-their/STEPS!
WAS-IT...ONE-THOU-SAND/TEARS...TO-THEIR/STEPS?

In the vortex...of silver-'n-blue/DESTINIES
IS-IT-GOLD-OR-SILVER?
DOES-HER-IN-NER/PAIN...COUNT?
In-FOUNTAINS-of/PAIN!
When the winds howl-in/PAIN...DOES-THE/RAIN
WASH-HER-FACE/OF-ITS/PAIN?

Two dancers...AND-THEIR/DESTINIES!
MARS-and-VENUS...ABOVE-and-BELOW!
Dancers-AMONGST-the-royal-GREEN-'n-CRIMSON/BURSTS-of-SIL-VER...
FLASHES-of-VEC-TORED/LIGHT!

Another's-PAIN-is...NOTHING-TO/GAIN!
Two dancers...in-their/INNER-PAIN...do-they/BREAK?
One-thou-sand/TEARS...to-their/STEPS!
WAS-IT...ONE-THOU-SAND/TEARS...TO-THEIR/STEPS?

Can Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty...have-TWO/FAIRY-TALES?
IF-THE-STARS...BREAK/under-the/STRAIN...THE-PANO-PLY
OF-SHAME...SAYS-YES!
Cinderella and...

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When churches of honor decay

                    Mired in cynicism's wet glue

                ...

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Robin Wall Kimmerer,
in Braiding Sweetgrass,
describes the first three woven rows
in process of making an ash basket.

The first Yang row of ecological root structure
is most impossibly conflicted
between extreme tensions up and down.
Weaving Yang-dominant is more of a competitive march
through miserable times of patriarchal-only history.

The second yin...

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I am invited to a posh do
But I don’t want to go
I don’t have any shoes
There’s not many people know

Shoes and me, do not mix
My only pair is ten years old
And now I am in a fix

They were bought for a wedding
But I was ill...

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Since I saw you,
I've had this hope live in me.
That everything that isn't needed be gone. 
The details of sales papers, shopping carts.
The ease of temptation. 
Standing still.
To fill my cart full of things I don't need.
Coffee rings, free samples.
The debris of reality. 
Strings and...

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I speak of pain without external scars
I speak of loss for treasured things
I speak in the silence of my broken heart
The me I hold against all that tears it apart.
You think I am whole
Because I nurture everyone to be 
More than moon and drinker of...

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He stands somewhere
between
     football depravity
and
     butterfly nighttime kisses ~
soccer shin splints
and
     lilac blooms perfuming
his dreams and unpatience.

He knows of loss and
    death
        ...

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Shall this cold bring you only to my mind
Less I will not forgive it for disrupting the night
That you are in such untouchable distance is of prime
And that this cold shall make my passion cry
These droplets that enfeeble this body of mine
Brings forth journeys of...

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