I fasten my seatbelt,
Remembering the Testament
I had scribbled —
The leanest Testament ever.
In it I had written,
Among other tattered rubbish?
I have nothing
Naked I came
Naked I shall fly away.
Seated by the window,
I borrowed courage from
The wings of frightened birds.
With one grunt of mechanical breath,
My feet squelched off the grimes of the
Soil,
And I befriended the skies,
My heartbeat louder than drums of war.
Categories:
leanest, angst, journey, travel,
Form: Free verse
Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade, gleaming. “Is this enough?” she asked, voice catching in the cold air.
Ariana’s skin, rolled tight like butcher’s parchment, was pressed beneath the scalpel, measured by the inch. Each cut—exact, economical. Josh preferred the delicate portions, the leanest tissue, the parts that held the least resistance. He inspected the yield, thumbs tracing the tendon’s taut line, fingers pressing where nerve met bone, the quicksilver exchange of possession.
Outside, his boots clapped against wet pavement, the rhythm steady, expectant. Jenny imagined his hands pawing through the parcel, the slow unfurling, the practiced hunger. The body, greater than the sum of its parts, was dissolving into the transaction.
The register chimed. A cat licked the wrapping paper. Steam rose from an open vent, curling into the streetlamp glow.
Categories:
leanest, america, cute love, dark,
Form: Prose
A rough stone when gives and gets of girth lean,
Grounded by a grindstone begets good sheen.
A warrior wrestles till gravely wounded,
Victorious, shines forth O bleeding red.
Take elephant in rut, gone lean and mean,
It stands out on giving and gone serene.
Glitters a river gone lean in autumn
From fully flooded in monsoon season.
No phase of moon seems so incandescent
As one that hath gone leanest as crescent.
A young lass gone lean and pale post coitus,
A mother post birth, what a rare status!
Who so that hath given to one in want,
Gleams having given till gone lean and gaunt.
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Couplets |06.09.2023| giving
Categories:
leanest, giving,
Form: Couplet
He is eager to break a record
But a lot plays with loafers’ record:
The Leanest Time to wonders accord …
He is The Gasping for a record
But in his left ear an oft fixed cord;
Not with scholarship in accord …
The Anxious-to-Create-a-Record
Still in his heard speeches Hacked Concord
And one could glimpse in them his thrust word …
Then, do not worshipful notice take
Of the Desirous-to-Record break:
Some of the times, a user of dictions
That are fraught with rash contractions;
The chap’s last speech-filled publications
By him tagged Divine Supplications …
But I knew and could prove pinned papers
About some much touted life shapers,
In sizes a peace-preaching memo,
In quality, A Hurried Demo;
At last to be granted ‘No Author’;
Who does to be checked by A Doctor.
Categories:
leanest, education, image, imagination, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
There is babies’ workshop
Too much care is the scare
The leanest is in the chair
Hand in the chin thinking
“Today, we make history”
The fattest rises and shouts
“Listen, Mam is most loving
Away from home one seven
Me in bed twenty four seven
No Mam, fingers milk bottle”
The shortest rises, no word
Touches his legless limbs
All the babies cry out loud
“Who are you, one of us sure?
No meat, no bone, no juice?”
Another totters to the front
Touches stomach and smiles
“I, you look, no belly, no air”
All babies giggle and giggle
"No belly, no food, no heart"
And the workshop rolls on
Then chair makes roll call
“Mother” - absent, no apology
“Father”- absent, no apology
“Sibling”- absent, no apology
Chair sinks in chair with joy
“Mothers, mother the motherless
Fathers, father the fatherless
All absent no apology, no care
Babies we go build own empire”
Categories:
leanest, emotions, satire,
Form: I do not know?
A dog on an exercise program,
Only ate the leanest ham,
Jotting his routine in a dogalog,
Staying off his daily grog,
Now has a job with Uncle Sam.
Categories:
leanest, funny,
Form: Limerick
Cheap bullet holes
Through cheap souls
Make rich ones!
Aimed at them with no college, no future...no funds
Have fun with guns?!
And be all you can be?!
And so, we shall see...
But bloodied clouds will garner
When all is dead and calmer
Bloodied history shall not be missed
But feeble, blood lust men will clench a fist
The invalueable commodities sigh
All lost...at cost from those up high
The mosquito men who fly by
For young to fight and die
Mosquito men sucking dry
With leanest, redest eye
To meet the keenest, deadest guy
Categories:
leanest, warmen, men,
Form: I do not know?