Culls Poems

Crying Mercy

I feel as though I'm between the devil and the deep sea.
Helplessness, like a gale, culls me away from existence.
From all clutches of stresses and strains, I want to be free
Moments move as though streams with no sense of deliverance.

With sloth, wrath, envy, and pride, my plates and cups are full
I thirst for mercy, compassion, forgiveness, and healing.
I wash and wash my linen, which soon turns again soiled wool.
Why do my jars of hemlock provoke in me a proud feeling?

Like a child fallen into a marshy pit, I raise my hands.
Tears secrete from the wells of my heart and flow through my eyes.
My life has often been like a dream of desert lands.
Will it be quenched with drops of grace and reach the divine highs?

Lone I sail on deep seas at black nights in my broken boat.
Far from feeling of finesse, farther from fullness, I float.

Dreams Within Dreams

My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human

Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.

As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.

Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?

Corn On the Cob

Gold externals
of kernels sweet
corn culls butter.

Seals Versus Sea

caught in frigid traps
seals struggle against the sea…
population culls

*Strong waves hurled seals against rock walls, killing some.

Dare To Share, 2 As 1

Seizing each moment to be kind,
Listen, empathy employ, hear her words,
Appreciate small yet enormous signs,
Respond yet not overwhelm,
Cements our being valentines!
Just hearing her breathing,
Comforts, loneliness resigns,
Kindly searching deeds, acting wisely,
With Hashem’s aid yields love genuine!
Receive ruminations, attend expressions,
Kindles cupid, life as a couple sublime,
Despite turbulent exceptions we eschew,
Renew kindly favor time after time,
Sensitive antennae align the benign,
Middos Tov, being a Mensch,
Grow a good eye that culls the fine,
Delving with heart into her druthers is song,
To courage not chicken out align,
Surrender poetry not “Poultry in Motion!”

Bereft and Bereaved

In loving memory the saga goes,
or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude.
Remnant of an unfinished sentence,
broken shadow haunt awash with grief,
snapshot at the edge of a well.
Parachute of blinding insight on queue or on song,
paper mache angel deep within.
Verses, scrolls, smudges from that pink enamel claw,
whose back fold clip appearance left one reeling,
like some
tree house dweller rattled by a swooping hawk.
Gimlet sipping voyageur
adrift on ice pack yacht,
in need of solace,
yet  wishing it to the bottom of his rusty bucket list.
Fragile human being torn apart,
funeral bound,
that once upon a time  surreal biker skirting mountains.
A priori stunt man metaphysically  divine  on rocky ledge,
dare devil prayer when it suits.
Feat performance activist a sleight of hand jester,
yet despite this vapid  mask of dumb amnesia,
he wanders blindfold down
an alpine peak while chasing after dim and distant keepsake





Date posted :31st January 2022

Joyous Heart Tenses

Joyous heart tenses, flame flickers
Light of awareness dulls
Soul is still but ego bickers
Poignant lulls, joy throb culls

Void dweller, detached stance
To flow of life does dance
In divine entwined trance

Enslaved by senses
Joyous heart tenses

13-December-2021
Quietus

October Rains

Rain slipped in 
 sliding on the din 
just passed dark 
 came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
 spits and spats, tips and taps, 
lulls and dulls,
 sputtered mutters culls,
 on the shutters closed, 
clammy, dank, and damp, 
click-clack, stamped, 
 pitter-patter tones,
 on the walk path stones;
soft and harsh, 
wind blowing scowls along the tarps
 glistening glows 
 misting the grassy rows,
October doom looms, 
 harvests wells consumed 
rain falls 
as autumn calls.

Midwest Twists

We accept tornadoes here,
expect them, tick them off
as they pass by like demon dreidels.
Usually they are not a big deal
unless they are.
Spring culls its little lambs
in all sorts of ways.

The murder rate in Chicago
climbs ever higher
until the city prays for more snow.
Folks in their privileged trailer parks
get rolled like dice.

A pressing need for body bags
creates work for some.
The addicted and dying oblige
as best they can.
It’s all a small town hush
unless a celebrity overdoses
then distraught, the news is spread
from parlor to parlor.
Shooting-up on the streets
is a recreational choice for those
who camp-out in Cleveland and Dayton.

Meanwhile birds keep singing,
Spring flowers struggle to bloom
squeezed as they are
between such climatic collisions.
We hear the roar and rumble
of funnels turning upon themselves
as they twist the nights away.

Cool Master Lil' Miss

Cool Master Lil' Miss

Shiloh's art-filled hoodie argyle,
warmly snugs young miss, save Charlie,
he rallies firm, quick briefs the term,
timely step shifts the sundial,
gray culls while golden spears briefly,
while life roams its normal lifestyle,
e'er discerning events may change,
as felled leaves crowd in a stockpile,
squashing in passing was gnarly,
quick briefs the term, he rallies firm,
her hand in his made all worthwhile.

2021 March 09

Undercover

In cosmopolitan artificiality 
he orchestrated ways and means for excited culls
Initiated to ensure free world buoyancy 
To prevent corruption by power hungry moguls 


Taken from Many miles away 3/30/14

Date 8/7/20 Gregory R Barden Sponsor
Poetry Contest Rithimus Divisa 4

Charity

charity culls care

comfort concern courtesy . . .
 
cradles compassion


July 23, 2020

Contest: Haiku or Senyru
Sponsor: Constance La France

Moth Piss

this virus eats clothes
has exposed our "leaders" 
the ones we elected
the ones that refuse to work
for the working man 

one side wants to exile us to virus island
puff adder the panic
watch the economy tank
get people angry
play politics with 
our broken string minds
shank us on the sly...
the other side wants us to go about our business
to save the green bull
at the expense of life
the virus just rides the breeze-laughing
xi is smiling
as he culls his own desperate herd
that has no voice
xi wishes to temper trump tariffs
xi prefers the donkey over the elephant
he's "biden" his time
wants to trim 45 stars from our flag
and paint the rest yellow over red...
while terrorist are taking notice
they think they have the potion 
to turn our freedoms into chum
turn our drinking water red
cover our heads in ideology
but they're wrong
America will thrive again
show its resolve
come out the other side of this dark cave 
stronger

but the hate moths
will never stop trying
to cover up our light
eat the fabric of our souls
point their little pricks in our direction
sprinkle misery dust onto our god... 
bless
them

Champion of Woman's Rights

Woman,

She lassos her tongue around minds
creating space in these harden times
she licks at the wounds 
she culls up the glass
a virescent glow that forever will last

She holds off the pain
with a sacred of verse
charged up to the plus
we shall all come immersed

Soapbox, chair, on front porch swings
talking of peace and inequalities
journeys and strength
barefoot she bleeds
not caring for her but others in need

A warrior for rights
a woman of might
hard to the core
but soft as moonlight

Truth emits from her lips
listen up as she pleads
not gone she is here 
girl, woman, she, freed

Laughter

Buzz of wit
Laughter flings
A fine bit
As touch swings


Jest culls poise
In true fest
Glimpse moves voice
For the best


Laugh more now
As cheer grows
You know how 
Humour shows


Grace brief time
With warm heart 
Squeeze fond chimes
As fun starts




Leon Enriquez
05 September 2019
Singapore

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