Grimaced Poems | Examples

Angelic Syzygy

The dark intestine of the sea
Swallowed a colony of moonlit bats,
God laughed and threw a new

Canopic jar of graceful waves
For Set and Horus to quarrel over;
God smiled again and the darkness

Stampeded over distant green hills,
Horus cried and Set fainted;
God grimaced and the luminous

Blackness enveloped every flower,
Ancient cliffs and ghastly crabs remained
Transfixed by limpid moonshine;

But the pale owl wrapped its feathers
Around the spirit of every paperbark tree;
Victorious as ever, Pallas traced

The eldritch mnemonics of the Big Dipper
To the earth and Arcturus
Rejoined in an angelic syzygy

ANGEL OF DEATH

ANGEL OF DEATH 

He went to check 
up on the cat 
tripped over a 
crooked vine table
tried to get up
smashed its circular
glass in half 
moon shapes 

Street silent in 
obedience 

Angel was waiting in  
right hand ceiling corner
said “Look here”
He turned his grey 
head neck swirling 
eyes like saucers

Angel swiftly drew  
outgoing breath
body surrendered  
Soul flew into another 
Light pod without 
a goodbye 

Neighbour said
fetch a sheet
a week before
Dad grimaced
“Alles vir Niks”
(All for Nothing)

His wisdom words
he did not fully 
comprehend

Angel of Death 
knew he was 
more than ready
for his Light
pod lessons 

He is washing his
hands with his
Mother


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025

Aque

She wisped into existence
All reality quivered around her like
the morning glisten off dewdrops linger
Sorry I am late
She beamed at her friends
Sheer grimaced a smile
from her pale drudgery
Silth grabbed her wrist

Look plants grew in my footsteps
That’s new I am so used to the sand
He gazed at the rapidly expanding grass
See that forest there
I went for a walk in that field last night

Bo as usual was being carried piggy back
by her only love fate gaunt and wiry
but his shoulders never failed her

I know what we can do today Aque stopped her friends 

Today we bring back truth

And no groans from you fate

So with me

In Grimaced Glee

You wait
In chortled glee
Time’s ticking toll
Sharpening itself
‘neath your dark robe

And I
Poor fool
Fear not your sting
As naught is left
But tatters
Of past now’s

And you
Life’s dark companion
Have counted every step
Held sway
Lest I falter
Seasoned my errors
With adrenal angst

I wait
In grimaced glee
Enshrouded
In an endless
Thinning veil
Awaiting

Ooze

There it lay, lovely loose ooze on my path.
Black, sticky, stinky mud with aftermath.
I knew the feeling as feet slither in
As I grinned and grimaced with chagrin.

Squelch, squish, slurp, splutter and splat the ooze groans,
As my feet are soiled to pitch black tones.
Such a disgusting feeling with feet stuck
In the vile pile of gloppy, sloppy muck.

Through the mud up to top of thighs I wade,
But, creeping along, slow progress is made,
I sink lower down to my waist and stall.
Appalled, I squirm on my belly and crawl.

As I dragged myself up, the ooze clung on.
Any hope of staying clean was long gone.

Trump Train Wreck

yesterday
watched men try to ride 
in some graceful fashion
a flying, spinning, gyrating, horned beast
for eight seconds
probably should feel sorry  
for the exploited beasts
but none of them grimaced in pain
and limped away cradling 
an injured limb
however
there was this weird, 
hornless, white as snow "thing" 
lurched out, fell back on the chute,
reeled and tipped, almost falling,
then it bucked, finally
too late for any good
red flagged when he stumbled
out of the gate
that sorry freak of an animal
is half the rider's score
if he can't do his part
it's a re-ride (on something better)
correct for me 
to pity that poor creature, 
I know–but––really?
his name was Trump Train
I'm gonna go find an election prop
and bet all I can wager
his namesake 
doesn't survive the primaries
Trump Train 
yeah, right
more like
Trump Train Wreck

Three Bawdy Limericks I Wish I Hadn'T Written

A progressive mother across the street
Taught her twelve-year-old how to beat his meat
Gave him a graphic lesson,
She was proudly confessin’
In ways, I think, this mother hard to beat.


When the time comes get right down to it
Having a good poop is a fine sit
Quite relaxing, in fact,
Once you get the knack
Ten minutes is a jolly good sh*t.


A boy in Winchester rubbed it raw
I think, frankly, that practice takes some gall
As a doctor I grimaced,
This young lad was the dimmest
That day of all the young patients I saw. 

Written May 22, 2022

Let Me Say : An Untold Love Story

Let me say....

I don't know you, let me say
This heart fell for you, let me say
How long, how far and why?...
This love sprouted for you, let me say

I don't speak, but let me say
This word unspoken, let me say
hesitated, stuttered and sly....
This emotion brought for you, let me say

I don't look at you, but let me say
This beauty not complimented, let me say
sulked, grimaced and eyes full of tears....
This bliss of love for you, let me say

I don't stalk your path day long, but let me say
This step, slowed, paused, let me say
Heard, waited, praised and why?....
This impatience in your heart, let me say

I don't stare at you, but let me say,
This thousand words in glimpse, let me say
stretched, faster heartbeat and ran away....
This unspoken love for you, let me say

I don't live alone, but with your thoughts, let me say
This gaze of your for me, Oh! Let me say
bulging, rampaging and burning why?....
This hidden care for me, baby, let me stay.

I now know you, That I love you, Let me say.

The-Gift Progress In Motion

God, thank all the earth angels,
Teaching me to once again walk.
Days ago, I grimaced and balked.
No, not yet dancing nor wearing 
belly dancing spangles.

Yesterday, it was 80 steps I so
profoundly pleased.
Today I insisted on going further.
I’m not patient with my life on a 
back burner.
I like life only on the challenges of high
seas!

So with astute guidance, we cheered 
when I reached 160 steps.
To those with my good at heart.
I pray for you all, like golden apples 
in a cart.
Thank you for making this possible, we
have a bond of love, which you kept!

Merci
Pangie

                   12/22/2021
         
                   -Dedication-
A special thanks to all who have my back,
are in my corner, and those who prayed
for me..,Merry Christmas. You really made
this the best holiday ever!

Hidden Beauty

Plastic surgery does not come free,
I earned the lines life etched on me.
I have frowned, laughed, smiled, grimaced,
Have all put character on my face.

My grey hair and fading eyes,
Are truly me,
I've no disguise,
Or need to hide.
I hope my beauty lives inside.

He

He wriggled and squirmed,
Like a demented worm.
Fidgeted and fumbled,
Grimaced and grumbled,
He jiggled and jived,
Contorted and writhed,
Kept saying Arrr,
Like a wasp in a jar.
He was out of control,
This poor wretched soul,
As he reached fever pitch,
He found the itch,
Which he scratched until,
His body stayed still.

Gasps of Witnessed Horrors

I'm shivering, naked, I'm amidst bodies on a cart
All I remember is looking up awaiting the water
Entangled I am seeing grimaced pinked faces
And a solumn looking sky very close to tears

Now discarded, left, sensing a sweet acrid smell
Knowing the await, soon the others and I
Time passes as I drift in and out of reality
Then night falls, as I awaken to quieting sobs

Accents I hear, that I'd only ever heard in movies
Aghast gasps of witnessed horrors befall my ears
Crisp morning airs adorn my emaciated frame
Slowly my eyes open to a cacophony of cries

Gently I feel my skeletal existance being carried
Choked voices console as I blearily scan
A silent emptiness abounds, even chimney stacks
No more I see these ills, these evils, they!

Two Masks Or Not Two Masks

Two masks or not two masks?*
Is that a question.
Whether it is better to kneel,
to bow in silent supplication,
or show your teeth in anger’s
grimaced rebellion.
To walk at perfumes edge
denied the scent of love’s
soft fingered summons
erase a moment’s touch
in antiseptic angst.
Oh, but to once ignore
the droning voices
shouts of a falling sky
an ever present doom,
hanging, guillotine like,
o’er the heads of all.
To run, wind threshing
from your face
the dust of quarantine
the tears of dying’s dying.
To laugh, to shout, to sing
without rebuttal’s response
challenge the weights
of “fingered” scales
question the veracity
of vacillating voices.
Two masks or not two masks?

(*with apologies to the bard)

John G. Lawless
©5/11/2021

I Will Kill You After Breakfast

He is here, my wife warned me. So put on your shirt.
Who is it? I asked. Not realizing it was him from the dirt.
I saw him at the coffee machine and I grimaced, turned blue. 
Frankenstein is worse in person than in theory I can tell you. 

He turned and his cover up make up did not fool me a bit.
You are the one I have been waiting for, he said, you are my hit.
I will kill you after breakfast, and maybe again after lunch.
I am going to Franken-size you, so I can kill you a bunch.

I could barely eat my eggs, I was so nervous and sad.
My wife was glaring at me. She was truly quite mad.
You are the one who kept worrying, she warned, angry for sure.
You conjured up this dead thing; why were you not more pure?

Hey, I said. If I can worry you in, can I worry you out? 
Frankenstein, the undead shook his head all about.
Too late now, he told me. Will it be axe or knife?
I ran like bells, leaving him alone with my wife.

Abstinence

Many dry seasons have passed since his last drink

John retrieved himself from a slow deadly brink

Gone are the wretched times he puked in the sink

But he remembers the vile vomit coloured in pink


Blood and acid flushed away from churning bile

Self-destruction on his slate and a bathroom tile

Right behind the grimy loo basin in projectile style

To which he reached out with a grimaced smile


No one left to blame for addiction’s sloshed trait

It dawned that only he himself could temper his fate

Clean up the besmirched mess from anger and hate

To take responsibility for his reckless calamitous state


Honesty won over deceit and it cut like a sharp knife

But it helped to search for a far more meaningful life

In the process he even found a lover soulmate and wife

She and sobriety saved him to love again and survive



17th February 2020

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