Short Axes Poems

Taxing gracelessly 
Axes department...

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Axes on the shoulders
The bare earth has no say
To the loaded tracks...

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axes chip and spark
daylight drips slow through small holes
diamonds pulled like teeth...

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Wealth summoned a meeting of the elites.
The meeting; only mercy should accompany us to axes.
c.2017...

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Razor blades are very sharpe 
They are hairs to shape 
For the sake of sharpness 
Trees to go to axes...

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AXES!
   -Dharga Nagar Safa

If you,

Turn an axe

Tomorrow,

I won't stand as a tree

Today!...

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they come holding axes
horrified turkeys know
farmer grabs one
barnyard goes wild
why can't they eat carrots?...

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Putin is richer than rich.
Does he have to show his taxes?
Is this just a USA glitch?
Like our new sport of throwing axes?...

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Afterlife

They came
Men with sharp axes
chopped down
the old oak.
It`s shadow
stood there
out of habit.
At Sundown
it disappeared....

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Dame van Dyke now reclines and relaxes,
while her lady-in-waiting re-waxes
      bristled shadowy skin
      of her chinny-chin-chin...
the vexation of vain battle-axes....

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Axes
Perpetually strive
Chopping off...
Banyan trees
Perennially spread
Aerial roots...


17 December 2021 
Bite Size Poem #30 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Though we hail Albert E.’s creativity
For his grand tour de force, relativity,
   It remains a tough climb
   To imagine space-time
With its axes not fixed but all pivoty....

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Michel-Grabriel Paccard and Jacques Balmat
ascended the dangerous ridges of Mont Blanc...
without ice axes and their firm determination,
to achieve the impossible, nurtured their immense ambition....

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Tortured constantly by axes and saws
Rising higher than anything else living
Elusive are your leaves from the ground
Ever so old,the oldest of the races
Surprising width, for cars can pass through...

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The world rotates on its axis -- busily, dizzily spinning
  We humans are busily, dizzily spinning on our axes

Our planet's motion is purposeful, a wonder of Creation
  But what of our motion?  Where are we -- we wonders -- headed?...

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Rises

holds it's own

lunar craters keep

abreast of the fall

tip it will

axes shifting

in a quantum leap

of no more

than hope in drought

water dog howled at

the ring, the ring of roses

budding buds

rain it will bring the

wet moon...

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The tulips and the marigolds were in a gun battle today.
Queen of Tulips was mad for her latest slave Charlie had run away.
She started the battle with hatchets, battle axes, and hammers too.
Queen of Marigolds ended it with assault rifles, painted periwinkle blue....

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And the deed
Is undying,
The wound is
Not a healing process.

And then
Small axes
Could not cut down
Big, big trees

An image,
A human face, a man;
An eye with tears
Flowing from it
Becoming his hair.

It is an
Experience that is
Its only chance.
...

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When big rocks turned into tiny trees
Flocking gulls balanced atop laser beams.

Ginormous people, accompanied by humongous animals, toted big axes behind them.

All of this happened way back when . . .

Way, way back when kids were just plain kids.

4.21.2017...

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Danger looms as we gather together in clandestine
Anxious to overcome our rival`s plot
Never again will anyone attack us unprepared
Go-to-hell,machetes,axes,guns will do justice to many
Even the police and Army cannot stop this gory combat and war
Rapid attacks,burning and looting will weaken them,we are ready....

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Soil,
Don't be fertile more,
Don't be a mother;
Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,
are moving everywhere.

Don't conceive any green more,
Don't conceive any forest;
The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,
are sharpening their axes.

O Soil,
Rather become a desolate graveyard,
Rather become a melancholic desert....

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Soil,
Don't be fertile more,
Don't be a mother;
Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,
are moving everywhere.

Don't conceive any green more,
Don't conceive any forest;
The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,
are sharpening their axes.

O Soil,
Rather become a desolate graveyard,
Rather become a melancholic desert....

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If I am to be a tool, please let me be a goffhammer.
Let me forge and cast, and let my knives be envied.

If I am to be a tool, please let me be a goffhammer.
Let me be all powerful, and let the axes bow in deference.

If I am to be a tool, please let me be a goffhammer.
Let me be the envy of the engineers; let me wow them and
cut them a bit…....

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A bucketful of misfits
that is what we were
Traveling in pirate seas
Waiting for our chances
To stop hitting each other

We had swords and axes
And we were not afraid to use them
Some did not make it
The ones who did were the 
most aggressive

By the time we arrived to
treasure island I was the only
one left. The truest bluest
misfit of all. Aargh!...

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books
paint brushes
glitter glue
canvases
paper
sewing machines
balls and toys
bats and mats
scooters and bikes
Batman and Wonder Woman
Red Flyer Wagon
rakes
Two axes and a hatchet
Barbeque grill
Couch, chair, three tables
Microwave, TV, light fixtures
Shredder and Fax machine
Bed, freezer, extra mattress
A three car garage but no room for a car...

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