Husk Poems - Poems about Husk

Elon Musk : clerihew

    Elon Musk

rid himself of tusks and husks

millions in bank 

thank dank  stank Hank 

An Empty Husk

Death drained my life of joy,
till my heart morphed into an empty husk.
And I cannot muster a single smile
from the many I've stored in memory;
to come to my aid in this time of grief.
An emptiness acknowledges the love I've lost.
There are no words that can describe my pain;
all fail to capture the anguish I'm feeling.
Half

Putrid Husk

Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. 
Just a short distance around the corner. 
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. 
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. 
Just a short distance around the corner.

Written: March 1st, 2023

Incidents With No Precedents

I tag them incidents
With no strict precedents:
A Hater-of-Elephant-Admirer-of-Tusk
A Critic-of-Perfume-User-of-Musk:
An Attacker-of-Night-Walks-Lover-of Dusk
A Consumer of Corn Teaser of Husk
An Enemy of Flour Friend of Rusk …

Also, who nightly tasks handle 
But never bothered to near a candle
And A Class of Eaters of Mutton,
For more asking by touching their shirt button.

Musk, the Husk of Truth

Over breakfast of tea, cheese and rusk,
I mused on the great guy, Elon Musk.
Faced with shoddy service
We shout, losing our bliss
And forget before day turns to dusk.
He’d buy the bad service
Lose none of precious peace,
Not in core, truth today lies in husk.
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Happenings (Tongue-in-cheek) |08.04.2022|

Poet’s note: How great is it to be Elon Musk,

Husk

I hear people saying my life is full of dusk
But my heart says I am a husk
I have always been thrown out
But I know I am meant to sprout
I might be the different one
Who can't pass through the strain
But it doesn't cost me any pain
Rather just a few stains
And worry not about them
Because they are

Husk

forgot how to smile
can't feel the sun
each second hated more
than the one before
pressed too hard
deep is despair
hopeless used to be fun
so far from the beguns
all my givens up
tears are crying for themselves
passed numb so long ago
please let me go
there is nothing else inside
stopped life
hurt needs to be felt
pain needs a receptor
but all inside is broke
please

100 Percent Natural Psyllium Husk Delivered Solid Ecstasy

100% Natural psyllium husk delivered solid ecstasy

As of late - I could not but barely move
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
frequent constipation found yours truly
doubled over in gastrointestinal agony

as if elephant or red (livid with rage)
bull thrust his tusk
into lower abdominal area dawn to dusk
ah...voila... hence subsequently I tout
blessed natural laxative the magic of

Husk

"Husk"




3 decades sucked out the marrow
Swallowed yesterdays
Spits out a Queen from the crumbling Tower

Ten of swords 
High Priestess
Tarot

Husk arisen
Papillon Lefevre will be killed and bitten
Princess supersedes Queen to conquer Life

Through 'true' Love this is written
So mote it be
To Queen G,  Che Guevara freedom given 

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/llb




““Hard things are put in our way, not to stop

The Husk - a Scary Tale

   When darkness     falls just after dusk,
Beware the h  O  ll  O  w, hungry Husk.
                He lurks in          shadows without flesh
And thirsts a body     which to thresh.       
         His shadowed,              

An Empty Husk

We now dwell on different planes
Yet still I hear your voice.
Our parting, it was riven     
Neither made the choice. 

A dark shadow claimed you
I raged and burned inside,      
Why were we forsaken
Oceans, have I cried.

Bereft, what am I to do
Heartbroken, I'm alone.
Where do I go from

Soul's Husk

Glimpses of the remnants…
Like brief reflections in a window:
the haunting image a revelation;
a sudden chill in your reality

Those eyes staring back are not your own.
Cold truth veiled beyond stained glass eyes:
You have journeyed over a wasteland,
all purpose now but a mirage.
By instinct you steadily crawled forth
until oblivion inevitably consumed you.

You are but the shadow that

Corn Husk Dolls

empty cave
save for three corn husk dolls
tide takes one

4-7-13

Husk of a Horsefly

Husk of a Horsefly


It's the last day of September
as I carefully toe 
the husk
of a horsefly
out of my office
onto bright tiles
Stella will buff
to a sheen
while I am at home
surveying my supper.
But now I have time
to sit at my desk
till it's time for my train.
I can lean back in my chair
and listen to the day
drone near

Husk

Empty
nothing
unseen 
person
what good will come, empty, nothing, hull.
Gave up too much, unseen, person; husk.

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