Best Thin Poems
Questioning eyes, see through paper-thin lies,
igniting fear as flames erupt inside.
And devastated, she breaks down and cries,
trying to salvage what's left of her pride.
She believed you both had found your soulmate:
not imagining either heart would stray.
Yet, she struggled with bouts of love and hate:
watching her forever dreams slip away.
There's no ignoring an innocent flirt:
it's the first crack in a relationship.
And the lies that accompany it, hurt:
causing the scales of happiness to tip.
Jealousy is an emotional trance
that snuffs the flickering flames of romance.
Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a slow moving, barricaded stream,
your thoughts clot like curdled cream.
Thin skin has need to slough rejection,
Your rigid stance in mirrored reflection.
Break open the dam across the estuary
that hinders your vision. It's necessary
to move in sync with malleable fluidity
instead of sputtering words of stupidity.
Shedding skin will allow you to breathe.
Release your potential from its sheathe.
Even a snake slithers out from its skin
to crawl from where it once had been.
Little is the chance you have to accept
new ideas if they are not circumspect
to the fault of having such a closed mind.
Throw off the veil that keeps you blind.
Don't become stagnant and decompose
by turning your back, continuing to oppose
any idea with which you just don't agree.
You'll drown in arrogance, acting so lordly.
An feral beauty
- variation in pattern
Web without tangles
with such ease and precision
Attracts endless amazement
Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
Got really great news, pay attention, it's juicy
Seems to lose weight
All you need do is wait
Eventually you'll be skeleton thin, quite spooky
Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth. You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is. - Astronaut Mike Good
cradled by darkness
earth's scattering, lustrous breath
fights fragility
5 May 2016
a small child
crouches
quiet
eyes taken
curious sight
brow creases
in question
it a new thing
these pink shapes
on earthy brown
face
fingers
backs of hands
throat
breasts
half covered
the same
familiar
patterned dress
she child
soft traces
them
on toes
tops of feet
calves
where flame's flowers
seared skin
pink thin
knees
knelt down
in plea
in prayer
kept brown
strange
new tattoos
alien
yet not unearthly
she
small
prods
lashless lids
pats
proud cheekbones
insistent
bows her head
dark hair
falls forward
silk waterfalls
stir shadows'
flit
over
sleeping face
eyes open
wide
fear drains
colour
then
warm
deep brown
they glow
for her
knowingly
Posted: 12-12-2018.
NOTE: No to Xenophobia.
I love you; I hate you
Jealousy is not the cause
Killing you wouldn’t justify
Lustfully breaking the laws
The third line is not an option
the heart is always right
unless this time it’s wrong
and this time is not like all the others
this game he must not lose
too much at risk
no room for error
is it worth the risk
has he hit the point of no return
is it really worth the venture
if it’s a go
execution must be meticulous
indeed the stakes are high
this gamble must be calculated
pros and cons be tallied
well thought through in every detail
arsenal of charm and tactics
gone out on a limb
a joyride down a slippery slope
jeopardizing the crown
winner take all
in pursuit of the gauntlet
ripple effect of a backlash
a chain reaction
hanging in the balance
this sort of entanglement
not for the foolhardy
it’s no sitcom for buffoons
at the slightest hiccup
fallout could be disastrous
will he roll the dice
at what point does
temptation become obsession
and seriously cloud all judgment
precarious and unpredictable
impetuous and highly flammable
the repercussions for frivolity
the high cost of capricious reverie
its longterm aftermath
risky business
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
Read on air by invitation ~ August 13, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 2, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND YOUR CHOICE POETRY contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
A rabbit in a magic hat
The moons silvery sliver, slides behind the veil of dotted light, as the man on it, hides his face from our sight
Flowers from their stems
Leaves , which once were green and full of life, become dry, and fall off as they wither.
Snakes as they slither underground, under water, or up a tree.
Money, if you’re not cautious, nothing is ever free.
Children, who grow, and leave home
Musicians on the road, as they roam
Buildings made of brick and steel eventually will fall under the builders zeal
A star, once bright and strong, whose fuel, is now long gone, will collapse and fall in upon itself
The spiders web of lacy silk
A plate of cookies and a glass of milk
Food, once prepared and shared
CHOCOLATE, IF IM AWARE OF IT SITTING THERE !
Love, once you’ve fallen out
Grey skies, once the rain has gone
Hero’s, who, once were strong
Democracy, if we wait too long
A ring, a jewel, a television show
Our perception of these things is short lived, compared to the storied histories they’ve lived
The sun, below the horizon line, once the day is done
Soon you find a new one has just begun
A breath, once held, is soon expelled
A bird from its nest, a smile from a face.....
Nothing ever really vanishes, it just changes shape, transforms, and then moves on to another state
Energy is never lost
It just lies in wait......until, such time, as it is acted upon.
Dark slide grind
Skating around issues
Breaking ice around in spheres
Wearing gaudy skirts that sparkle
In the wind
People never believe things until
It’s the end
What will it take to convince?
Social issues don’t mean a thing if there is no world to have them in
Politics and latest fashions are useless since,
It takes more then enough time to win
Affections of green paper and greedy oil corporations
Expansions, folding of ill-will and shady ways
Consciences are thin, now-a-days
It's a lot easier to ignore and deny
Then to right oneself and imply
Goodness to the World
If I put all these facts into a binder, present them in a sense
Of pure simplicity and smack-you-in-the-face
reality
Would you still deny the fact that we are becoming past tense
Killing what makes us real in the first place, Certainty
Isn’t what it was, anymore
Dashboards won’t save human ideas and massive clots of minds
Darning of holes in layers unknown can’t stop Mother Earth exploding from it’s
core
At times, it’s really not that easy to ignore
the signs
_____
Global Warming, it’s Happening. Let's Join Together and Do Something About It.
There is a thin line between the laugh and the cry.
The laugh is often perfected by one who has silenced her crying.
The laugh is sometimes a ruse, a ready weapon to camouflage pain.
When the laugh is hearty, loud, disturbing even, it can be masking a horror.
Do not be fooled by the laughing; these people are often hurting more than any of the others.
Get to know them. Ask “how are you really feeling?”
Do not be surprised if they laugh, pooh-poohing you.
If you persist they may tell you that they do not have any emotions.
Many children raised in the “olden days” were never allowed to have them.
Feelings were shut off in childhood, by parents who could only accept the laughing.
Sometimes the best clowns, the ones who keep us in constant stitches
Are doing so, to keep themselves from throwing a rope over a rafter.
Sometimes they break down, finally, and jump out the eighteen floor window.
Do not be fooled by the laughing.
It can be even more disturbing
Than a perpetual pouty face,
Or an angry arm-crossed bully-ish attitude.
Be aware of the laughing.
It is often a mask to cover the worst pain.
Robin Williams and John Belushi knew this.
Slice ham so thin, your in-laws will never come back
This pearl of wisdom came my way
So many years ago
A TV ad that to this day,
The funniest I know
It sliced and diced, did everything
A kitchen chef could seek
In fact, it claimed that it could make
ONE tomato last a week!
But best for me as I recall,
Laughed so hard, I could die-
Onions it could dice so fast,
You don’t have time to cry!
From “The Miracle Slicer”
Wake not the passions you cannot tame:
A thin line there is between love and madness;
Lest you soon have yourself to blame,
Dear beautiful but an impatient mistress.
Even when in his fine eyes appear the sparks
Which at your sight seem like some magic,
Fall not too flatly for such trademarks
'Cause they could be far more than tragic!
That which often times disguises as passion,
Is nothing but a devastating monster
Which opens the door to vain obsession
—Oh, a feeling but a heartless life waster!
In between love and madness lies a thin line
Bordering every fragile mind by design.
brittle
ice crust forms
old snow
I'm just sitting here
waiting for the ladle
To pass along to me,
those tasty things
I'm anxious for what's lying in its cradle
Letters forming words that often ring
But I'm looking in my bowl and it's half empty
The pot looks like it's barren to the bone
There's no meat or veggies , and I'm painfully aware
I'm sitting at the table all alone
There's no cake or cookies
No pies no candies
No wine at all
liqueurs or brandy
There's no dinner rolls
Baguette or sweet buns
And where in the hell
Is everyone ?