Misshapen Characters
They stood overlooking us like monuments
Carved wrong, titles raised, Integrity cropped
Down to a particle.
Their shoulders were uneven- One Organized
With authority, The other clamorous where
Empathy be required to have lived. They
Walked through corridors that extended
To fit their swollen names, each plaque
Polished more glaring then the truth on
The other side of it. Their decisions fell
From great heights, heavy as stone,
Landing hardest on the ones who never
Learned to cite loud enough to be heard
Spiraling.
They measured us with rulers arched by
Bias, weighed us on measure titled by
Convenience, and called the imbalance
System methodology. Their power grew
Disproportionate, A skyscraper built on
Crooked joists. Inclination further each
Year toward self-interest away from the
People holding up the cornerstone with
Tired hands.
Yet even Misshapen Characters cast dimness
And our began to rise, expansion long across
The ground, evoking them that height is not
The same as honor, and soaring is not the
Same as standing tall.
The misshapen stuff.
Or jumping spiders all over again.
Spittle flies anyway.
Angry juices flowing.
He got angry as a pickle for being in pickle juice.
Took my grumbling.
Locked in like spice trying to add flavor to the endless voids.
These misshapen days.
I trample the stepping stones.
Still nowhere.
He blooms with disdain.
Surgical.
Tore out the train tracks.
Left behind misshapen stuff.
Angry juices.
And burning sodas to go.
earth turned bald.
skyscrapers loom bold.
waste hideously piled.
toxins profusely spilled.
nature cruelly defiled.
we stand greatly appalled!
April. 4. 2023
Bite Size Poem.No.61. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
Every time you think you need to fill your mind's eye.
The astigmatisms are misshapen and left follows right.
A octave a slightly askewed.
A sharp is high and rude.
Fortune fountains explode empty then die,
Subconscience that's conscience and both Darkness and in Light.
Misshapen thoughts
Held beyond oblivion,
shackles cut the flow,
chains of corroded memories
wrapped tightly
around my windmill brain
Squeezing life, in or out,
pooling on a jagged earth
Grimacing contorted gestures
and pointed fingers heckle
as I am dragged through the streets
of my misshapen thoughts
Over cobblestone alleys,
dark lonely walls splattered in
pig blood graffiti
spelling my name wrong
Dripping slowly, staining brick
and off color facades
changing by the day,
exposing expressions
of those shunned
in the face of popularity
Misshapen thoughts
-
Held beyond oblivion,
shackles cut the flow,
chains of rusted memories
wrapped tightly
around my windmill brain
Squeezing life, in or out,
pooling on a jagged earth
Grimacing contorted gestures
and pointed fingers heckle
as I am dragged through the streets
of my misshapen thoughts
Over cobblestone alleys,
dark lonely walls splattered in
pig blood graffiti
spelling my name wrong
Dripping slowly, staining brick
and off color facades
changing by the day,
exposing expressions
of those shunned
in the face of popularity
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