Short Balled Poems

Still,
active,
or both,
till you are,
balled,
as a moth.
........life defined simply....

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a little balled fist...
his scowl reflects in window
...grandma winks at him

4/23/2018...

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Bud
Oh, what a fragrant 
blossom that sleeps 
in my soul,
balled in a 
tight pink bud,
awaiting 
birth.

Shall this pointy 
bud unearth
itself to bloom 
anew for 
a bright hue 
tomorrow?...

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It is not possible to worry and pray at the same time,
Lay down the fears, frustration and anger,
Hands balled in fist do not come together well,
Hands open lay aside worry, 
Clasp hands  completing a divine human circuit....

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anger seeps
fists balled at my side
ready for the first hit
BAM!
got the knockout
cussin at the top of my lungs
loud as i can be
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
anger seeps
outta control
so whar!
hothead yeah i know...

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Tightly balled fist
Circles with pangs of expectation
Through a knot, a keyhole is displayed
Sense and memory fade
As love realizes its hope
Knowing where senses grope
Elements cannot be held
They move in mist
Forever saturated in spell...

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A momentary tingle in feelings
A handful of fond memories
A sudden gust of strong wind
The inevitable snapback

The lapse of a single moment
A fleeting glimpse of a future
A balled up strand of hair
The inescapable passage of time...

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Striped Naked And Balled

Striped naked and balled
our nation is gonna crawl
who can stand tall in this society fueled by greed
low morals and children starving to death
right out in the streets
think our father cannot see
walk on by
nobody listens to me...

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Walkin round the earth with your azz
on ya fucin shoulders, like you better than somebody
talking garbage behind my back yet smile in my face
or you smile in ya own face, motherfu---- I'm your
mirror, save ya lame azz quotes and your preaching for 
for the fellow sheets, wax your balled head, you suck
Remember that, coward....

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The second time I remember we meet. Looking at you upon my visit.
Rotted black encrusted feet. No longer lustrous and standing.
Nasal gastric tube in your nare. No running scheduled feedings.
Seeing you abandoned in the nursing home showed that the staff no longer had 
any cares.
Balled in a fetal position. Shocked that you were ravaged....

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Seaward seeking...on a voyage finding LOVE
 Empty hands and heart left me with none to LOSE
But somewhere southbound, the compass left me LOST
 No bearing back or finding that....which I wanted MOST
Rocking through vengeful waves, blinded by the MIST
 A Map of loves failed pursuit... balled up in my FIST
Pulled in wet dripping nets,  with not one FISH...

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Here I am
Waiting patiently
Heart loudly crying
Here I am

Here I am
Waiting for you
To come take me
As the other half of you

Here I am
In need of love
Love that I've always longed for;
Love that I've always dreamed of

Here I am
Balled up
In fetal position
Awaiting for the girl to woman transition

Here I am
Time slowly passing
For you to come
And reach out to me...

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A poem re: sex.
All I think about
According to her.
Just once in while, ultimately. 
It's not all about sex.
I agree.
But it is a part,  yeah?
With you it's all the time.
So can we agree it's not that important?
No, it's not. 
Good, cause I bounced and balled three young thangs today.
You betrayed me, you cheated,  you're the worst ever...
Vinnie Barbarino says
"I'm so confused."...

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Going home.  

 On the plain of Alentejo
sacred green grass ornamented with white flowers. 
Rolling landscape and big farms 
grazing cattle,
sheep in the shade of umbrella trees. 
Rolling landscape I would love to be a stallion here.
Alas, I see few horses and no mares,
but many four- wheeled motorbikes
disturbing the peace. 
Cows, sheep and big balled bulls
milk and meat,
time to stop for lunch....

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The birds are singing cheerfully
As the wind chimes blend in a tune
The trees are shining emerald green
Where chorus plays this afternoon

Happy sounds of spring fill the air
Soft music lifts the spirit high
The chipmunk chatter right along
Without a reason to be shy

As the flowers dance in the breeze
And the robin skip right along,
The energy flows all around
Creating a spring balled-song

Heidi Sands

5/17/21...

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Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers, 
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract. 
So, my resolve sways left than right, drawing 
low back muscles tight, with each argument 
breath comes harder. Fists wave as fingers point. 
Suited, polished, brass balled men rise between 
the road and my eyes,
wail of perfected lies through perfect teeth bring down 
barrier after barrier as I am swallowed
in the wide slow maw of death’s valley....

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"Gwanny" he trilled
Jublant in his joy
She braced herself
Never knowing what his boy
Would do next.
Yet she heeded when he called
"Come to the fwont porch."
She went, her hands balled into fists as
She crept outside to see
What his gift was this time
That caused him such glee.
Just as she stepped out
The little blued-eyed rake
Pulled out his pocket
A long green snake.
"I bwought you a pwesent
you can keep as a pet."
We'll not say what happened next
But the front porch was wet....

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