Cutter Poems - Poems about Cutter

workers sans respite diligent leaf cutters ants ~ stripping bare a tree Date written: 03/07/2022...

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They proposed stabilization Friction from the augers Rotation Caused one to ponder Would such affect Those ah yonder Then in perfect diction He said it as a predict If thee surface of this Slate should pop It will create a lot of Rocks And if these rocks should Roll No one. Would be in control He rethought the matter A solution was what he was after Reaching down in his soul He made...

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All cooki-cutter comments, say the same thing! But to blind you, they toss God's name in the ring. Stay away from me, please! Hang your comment on another poet's tree. Dishonesty and I are an explosive mix. Find someone else to lie to, and get your fix!                 ...

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My husband used to work in a grocery store Way up inside the freezer of a place known as Michigan It was bitterly cold up there from November through February You could get frostbite inside your house This grocery store had a wonderful employee, the head meat cutter Others could be fired all day long, but not this one....

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I was looking at the small pill-cutter box Which I was holding in my hand. Blue colored with a sharp edge of the blade To cut the medicine in halves, one-third or Could also be, in one-fourth, maybe. I was thinking, simultaneously, about the news I heard today, which made me puzzled…. Churches and bombings, again, so vulnerability! So vulnerable with...

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Like the rapist and the molester, a nose-cutter with chilling impulses emerges from mind’s murky nook. He always drops atrocities in his wife-bin. Male chauvinism creates a concentration camp in her kitchen and bed-room. He’s her gadget producing hypertension. Her nose ring is not merely a metal, but a charm-multiplier. Alas! Teeth of his machete take off the tip of her nose, demanding...

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COOKIE CUTTER LEAVES dark green cookie cutter leaves - so many they shouldn’t matter? do we love one more than the other? if each one gained an inferiority complex cut their wrists from the old oak tree and flew away to who knows why leaving us with broken branches would rain run mascara from our eyes produce raging rivers? would Spring become a painful season? Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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she was granite jealous sick of it all his drifting eye yellowing indifference the secretive calls so while he slumbered she cut it off she cut it off with a giggling swipe like a rabid cat in a back ally fight but come morning nothing had changed he hadn't noticed one blasted thing the new flowered blouse the whitened teeth fresh pot of coffee clumps of hair in...

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This is a cookie cutter culture We all must think the same If you're outside the PC box Talking heads call you insane You better hold all their values Zombie minds.. must be lead Christians are old fashioned Everyone knows, God is dead There are no absolutes today What counts are opinion polls Kiss the ring of our great king Or you might end up...

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Driving through the broken, potholed streets Lined with houses spanning decades Each with a thousandfold more character than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes I appreciate the creaks and groans Much more than the sheen of granite stones Value comes down to values. What are yours? ...

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COOKIE—CUTTER VERSION true confession time stands and gears itself to concede in honest declaration the guilt of heeding to the scrutiny of veiled opinion from self-seeking minds the process is set in motion as worldly influences pull you to match the mould and modify yourself pleasing their moral principles tweaking your uniqueness dry one of a kind we are inimitable and rare our...

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She went to sleep closing her eyes beginning to dream of broken butterflies tearing her lovely monarch wings on faithless love that angels sings... She finds shiny metal in kitchen sink in an evening absent light she finds peace in cuts of pink watching crimson blood flow feels so right.. Starlight shines upon her tears I whisper darling, you cannot bleed all of your suicidal fears at night...

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On a whim, a demon will grab a fist full of mind. Slap it down- roll it out- sprinkle it with lye. Then pull out its cookie cutter heart. press down hard...real hard... Feed pieces of sanity to its hoard. Half devoured they crap you out. Into the shadow of an indigo night. ...

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Twigs, branches and climbers Are cut indiscriminately by a wood cutter For his domestic use of fuel Such is he an innocent cruel Without knowing that some are herbs Experts, out of them, make life- saving drugs Once taking it as a worthless pebble He threw a piece of diamond too If he does no...

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I'm a cutter They tell me Loving the blood That stains my veins The pain it serves Becomes a lust Yet my mind Fills with disgust The scars it leaves Sunken and Red My hide will keep My mind will dread Guilty hands Guilty blade Let me go Can't I, Escape? Your grasp is tight Cold yet calming Broken light Stressed and charming Hold me not Unbroken will When I give in Time stands still This grotesque wrist My blade kisses I...

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