Short Abrasive Poems
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Noise
Stressful, Abrasive
Disturbing, Aggravating, Irritating
Fights, Argument, Agreement, Serenity
Resting, Soothing, Relaxing
Wonderful, Peaceful
Quiet
Where is the lightning?
Rains calculated thunders!
Roars across the skies scape;
Treacherous abrasive storms;
Drench righteously;
1/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I’m salt,
ionic,
on tables laid iconic,
abrasive, bitter,
savoury and,
consecratory:
Tridentined mandatory:
a quarter
of the blessings
from the sky.
And without me
in smallish lots,
you die.
Form:
Soothing immersive warming
Cold abrasive scolding
Calm serene majestic
Rough mean frenetic
Falling flowing bubbling
Pouring groaning crashing
The worlds most important element
Can be what it wants to be
Wandering in the desert
profanity infused me
Each word like a scorpion
the curses on fire
The sand an abrasive
the cactus a warning
The sting of my words
—killing prophet and liar
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
Admirable
Tough
Lots of energy
Abrasive
Sunset
Trusting
Hardworking
Original
Mature-ish
Accommodating
Sociable
Balanced
Ultimate edition
Candid
Healthy
Abundant
Non-nonchalant
Agile
Neighborly
Calling through the branches of trees,
Cutting through the curtains of rain,
Catching all the bracken of her words
Cold and sharp, abrasive refrain.
Cleaving in the temporal malaise,
Could this pay the wages of sin?
"Closing time" the ending of days.
Form:
Let your words always be sincere
Not abrasive words bent to inflame or cause dissension;
Often, man spews forth words as heat seeking missiles,
Enlisting the tongue for their launching pad;
Forgo the rhetoric that has no usefulness
beyond invading the silence of my space;
Real poets don’t make lasting friends
they shun fraternity
Their truth like gritty sandpaper
abrasive when intoned
The reader may be gratified
with what the words uncover
More likely though the pain involved
— will cut them to the bone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
They pierce into the lives
Of the people
Deep into the Heart
Mind and Soul
A One Way
Not to be returned
In other ways
They tragically unfold
More powerful
Than any emotion
More abrasive
Than a cutting edge
Words can pierce
At a very high speed
If not careful
To what is said
Downright nasty
abrasive was she
Hostile to friends
vitriolic to enemies
Raised on the streets
she learned their dark ways
Focus on your target
and set it ablaze
Who knew underneath
was a little girl crying
Scared-to-death of the life
she devoted to dying
All attention, every conversation must lead back to her
She swiftly turns everything into a “me” or an “I” moment.
She gets louder, more abrasive when we pretend to not hear.
The harder she tries to get our attention, the harder we run away
Escaping not only her, but the part of ourselves we despise the most.
SANS 2
Where flair meets good grace
Do you trace your fine splurge?
Hope has a way of telling
How the emerging light shines
Despite the disruptive blurs
That impede conscious knowing
Even as faith nurtures peace of mind
In the somewhat abrasive confrontation
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
She conversed with the butterflies
The more abrasive ones says she lies.
But to kin, ability is no big surprise
Spirit animals speak to her through God’s eyes.
An empath’s heart will truly expand and rise.
In the present of the spirit sent to surmise
Whether or not she is living her highest highs.
Studying her today are His monarch butterflies.
Soft Soaping
Written: by Tom Wright
3/15/2016
Don’t soft soap me attempting to gain my favor,
Or use abrasive words thinking they might sway.
After time dedicated to thought, I will not waver,
Nor from my early impressions do I seldom stray.
Nothing harder to change than a made up mind,
Unless it would be a three dollar bill;
Tom
The force of bleeding words
Traps helpless tears
Like rotting newspapers
Suspened from broken branches
Hanging laundry of lullaby memories
Gaurded
Hasty passages to destinations
That guarantee nothing
But indifference
Coarse sand soothes burnt souls
Abrasive to the center of passion
Where blistered hope cracks
and leaks more sorrow
Than the eyes betray.
Form:
Tiny adventures renew the spirit and the mind,
curing us from a world that has been abrasive and
unkind, in the throes of the hustle and bustle no
one sees our pains, so we have to take care of
ourselves, the best way we know how.........
Refreshing our innocent souls that lay
bruised and tired from being under attack,
Tiny adventures allow us to get our groove
back.
Let's play a game of telephone...
crepitant tongues converse
overly dramatic tendencies
incoherently concrete
awakening preoccupation
a train flying off the tracks
chaotic clumps crust up
dissonance distended
indecorous reception
viral instigator
I dont want to sift
sterilize rhetoric
abrasive to the ear.
A game of telephone...let's play.
May your head always ring,
with God's mighty word.
He gave you those ears,
so that he could be heard.
Open your mind,
and open your heart.
Don't spit out words,
that rip others apart.
I know I'm abrasive,
and a little bit rough.
I will always defend,
those that are not so tough.
Bring it to my doorstep,
and you to shall see.
I will never back down,
and I will never flee.
it’s a matter of
where your thumb was
when Thumbelina walked
into your toll-point
this voice
is as abrasive
as children in the park
where larks perch
in cold not sheltered
by old prostitutes
in gold with cats
and salad on mayonnaise
these winter suns
are prophylactic
‘Aurora’
on photographs
of my father and mother
long dead
like empty bottles
where cockroaches have tread
Today, I brought my earbuds.
So, while I'm surfing
Facebook™
in the computer lab
I can listen to music
on youtube at the same time.
I clumsily molest the
backside of the dusty monolith,
as my left ring finger
discovers an abrasive crust.
Someone broke off
their headphone plug
in the jack.
How do you manage that?
Oh, tell me, lord almighty in the sky, so high.
How do you manage that?
Everyone stop needing,
can’t you see how I try?
Feels like nothing but stress;
A mask with a wide smile
slow dancing with darkness;
Everyone stop needing!
Popping off those demands,
such an abrasive touch!
It’s driving me insane,
always asking so much;
Everyone stop needing!
Wild goose is what you chase
running down a cyclone;
You’re not there when I ask,
leave well enough alone.
I’m not without sin
I’m not going to lie
Sometimes I fight dirty
I often cross that line
Every time I am wrong
I’ve taken stock and learned
I’ll accept any punishment
That my big mouth has earned
I’m harsh and abrasive
Or so I’ve been told
My words are not pretty
My chest bears no gold.
I am fiercely loyal
For my friends I will die
You’ll never break my spirit
But you are welcome to try.
Shall we travel on a train cross country,
or fly to Paris...
or just fly...
Let us go to South Beach, and use the
wet sand as an abrasive, leaving
silhouettes only washed away by the
sea's fury.
Bruise me as you pump passion into
my veins while I grant total submission
to your freakish fantasies...
erotica...
our romance...
because I love you.
i cannot contest
a judge of a contest
the best is the winner
but when the cup
is given based on
based and abrasive
words and what some
say isn't poetry then
i must say i try best
to be the basso
if a trio with a low
droning moan of want
and knowing even
the bass cello tells
what the score is
so i ask for no
forgiveness for
if
you can't love and
laugh then no matter
what you are
you
are an
arsehole
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