Curled Poems

Crossing a sea of bitterness, voids curled beneath my ribs lie hidden

Crossing a sea of bitterness, voids curled beneath my ribs lie hidden,
I drank from the cup of vices, chewed on stupidity, laboring in vast fields of error.
My mind lay with disillusionment, embraced by phantoms, boundless in its futile thirst,
To unearth the simple essence, through furnaces and the ashes of a world that was once my

Couplets Retro Curled

Imagine if a couplet traveled the world,
gaining an accent before moving on;
Repositioned from front to back twirled;

An old rhyme harnessed and hurled, 
finding a backboard to bounce upon;
Imagine if a couplet traveled the world;

Tangled consonants mixed up and swirled,
 still holding it down prose's guardian;
Repositioned from front to back twirled;

Keeping every dialect preserved,
 poetry similar

Curled It In

I Curled It In The Envelope, 
                                And It's Been Sent To You!

Every Scores, Advantage Brings;
        

Curled Up With a Ghost

The natural C of the human body forms 
Grazing the white, tender sheets of a stained life 
We curl up to mimic the form of a ghost and lively heart
The texture of calloused fingertips grace the indents of my hips 

Curled up with a ghost who doesn’t know how to love 
What an awful way

Curled Up Not Dying

Curled up and sighing
Longing to be free
Curled up not dying 
And nowhere else to be

Curled up stop prying
He is not ready
Curled up and sighing 
He’ll not surrendered be 

Curled up and fighting 
With all the strength he has
Curled up but striving 
From rest and moments had

A Tale's Curled Around It

~ ziket ~ 


crescent moon

  cat's in the cradle





__________________
A tip of the hat to Line
Gauthier for her ziket, 
'Full Moon' (Sept 01),
which occasioned this
ziket.  T.Y.S.M!

Curled In Winter's Arms

i feel this wind
encircling me
as darkness arises

my only wish
...to feel your lips
brushing against mine

...your breath
softly falling
as your fingers
trace against flesh

instead of winter's touch 
that has me wrapped
in the curl of its chill

The Cat

The Cat

??Licking, Licking?
Grooming himself
?Licking licking
?Scratching himself
?Licking licking?
Pampering himself
?Licking, Licking
?Biting Himself?
Yeah, How Gorgeous!?
All curled Up?
On the purple velvety mink blanket

Old Curled Photographs

Old curled photographs that I see
Remind me of those youthful days so easily
Was it me who stood there tall 
So confident in my bearing all

Did I walk those miles then so candidly 
That now seem such a distance from me
A gun worn on my hip that weighs
With memories of my life still stays

Do I think

Curled Around Love

in the sweet echo of love,
       these moments in between, 
feel the melody of me  . . 
    let me slowly cradle around your song  

- come, and get lost in my depth -  
 
    close your eyes as

My Toes Are Curled

Today's a good one as I chuckle to myself
What could go wrong, loved and in good health
On top of the world
My toes are curled
They point to the skies as my happiness swells

My Toes Are Curled

Today's a good one as I chuckle to myself
What could go wrong, am loved and in good health
On top of the world
My toes are curled
They point to the skies and my happiness swells


© Jack Ellison 2016

Curled In Grandmother's Arms

As I lay curled in grandmother’s arms;
dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering.
Scented fields bestowing pungent charms; 
where I envision honey bee wings a puttering.

Dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering;
weaving amid long blades of green grass.
Where I envision honey bee wings a puttering;
in the soft breeze that blows abruptly pass.  

Weaving amid long blades of green grass;
I

Curled Up

Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill

Curled

Curling keys . A fork of bees. Pan out to the thoughts of temperature. Radius unforeseen. Ten laughing giggling elves on a trout trampoline. Policing the avenues of river and stream. While external energies arrive on a moon beam.
 
Twenty-six copper kettles sit on a shelf in a line. A horizontal view is never ideal

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