Short Bevel Poems

"The Art of the Deal" is a bevel
for angles are not on the level
A bankrupt can claim
Its all just a game
Where Donald earns points from the Devil....

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All so endearing, ever so compelling
Bevel together 
Community commonly united
Destine groups of praising humans
Everyone placing their trust in Christ

1/24/18...

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Strange how psychosis seems to be the leverage for genius
Fragment the truth 
bevel reality
Within the derelict wasteland of inspiration
the resolution will be found
That sinkhole reverts
and the illusion of truth can never be known...

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I don't really p[ay with fire
It just slurps at skin until
it takes what it needs
burns until i feel
looking at an upside down clock
in the bevel of a spoon
playing peek-a-boo
with the clouds and moon
soon just a backward noose
Hangi
-------n
-------g to the truth
we are ird...

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On the sidewalk, my eyes wander
till arrested by Noel.
So they have passed as tall phantoms.
So the rainbow blinds, burns, and dumbs.
So it will always be surrender.
I who have dwelt
in lone drives praying for God's thumb
must be patient with the devil.
Our ogles meet, at the bevel....

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in my psychosis;
leverage diagnosis;
fragment minds hurting;
~
I bevel my watch
ruined vagrant derelict
my resolution
~
just to do nothing;
mind and soul in this sinkhole;
tarnish illusion;

diagnosis-PSYCHOSIS ILLUSIONS

6/12/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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My brain was in collusion

With psychosis and illusion,

No fragment of resolution

In my sinkhole of confusion,

Any leverage or bevel

Leads me towards the devil,

Now derelict of hope,

I seek sanctuary to cope.









Entry for
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
4/6/2019...

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In chaos, I live on the edge,
a black hole in dreams where
all thoughts are consumed and 
fragments of sanity are swallowed
by a bottomless sinkhole.
Like the illusion of a face 
reflected too close to the bevel -
its resolution undefined;
the psychosis of a 
         derelict mind
that no reason can leverage
and only love can lift ......

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When we’re dancing around
Can’t keep my feet down
They barely touch the ground
As we move to the sounds 
I have such fun with you
My thoughts go askew
Good thing you are level
For I’m walking a bevel
And holding on tight 
With all of my might
If not I would float
And I’m afraid I would gloat
So excited to see
Me dancing with thee

Written 01/09/21 - 12:24 PM...

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She had her mind tangled in illusion,
She couldn't feel like she had found a resolution,
She had her own struggles with a diagnosis,
Found out she had psychosis,


Felt like her mind was derelict,
Like it was a bevel in a predicament,
She felt like she had lost all leverage in this game she felt forced to play,
Her world was now a sinkhole with a fragmented dellusion she says......

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You induce a gentle phycosis 
when you take yourself as leverage,
smash my mind into fragments and
bevel the jagged edges of my loneliness
Though I've been known to be derelict with my love
with this, you leave no peaceful resolution
When you finally go, the sinkhole you'll leave 
will consume me
Please, let me piece together a sweetened illusion
let me keep enough of you to survive...

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What is psychosis but a sinkhole
Where the self loses its parts and whole

Tied to a big rock called depression
Every attempt for leverage is doomed to recession

Psychosis is a double bevel knife
That joyfully tortures a person's life

Every fragment is a derelict
feeling guilty like a convict waiting for his verdict

Rising becomes as reality, an illusion 
There is no hope for resolution...

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I reached another level, It fit like a bevel
Was it a surprise, Let me tell you some lies
Didn't bother me, Crazy can't you see
Don't say that just for fun, I really am one
Accept it I did, I didn't flip a lid
With the ball I'll run, Who knows when I'm done
Greatness I'll achieve, Don't care if you believe
Confidence is the key, Don't you agree
Mental blocks you can feel, You know this is real
Away, I say, I can do this all day, I just may...

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A spoons not dangerous
i have heard
But in its bevel
in its curve
lies your eyeball
globe and nerve
Can't you see
with the one i left
Struggle and scream
bite your tongue
well the parts i stuffed
back in your mouth
stuck your eye brows
above your lips
weird moustache
but somehow it fits
sewed both ears
to make a butterfly shape
is it that a smile
that the scalpel made
My doctor advised some
time ago a hobby would be good
Started a jigsaw
and your the bits...

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Psychosis has a strangle hold around my neck 
My wit and looks, I use as my leverage - not 
A fragment of my mind I can surely do without 
Bevel down I sometimes slope under the limbo rope 
I question myself, am I a derelict of hallucinations - for reason 
There is no resolution to be told 
Only the sinkhole in which I will  lay...will resolve 
Even that, is probably just an illusion  


Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann 
5-30-2019...

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Jonathan has been to three Paralympics, 
Beijing in China, London 2012 and Rio; 
He’s a Motherwell midfielder in the mix, 
Who’s entry was the 2006 CP Euros so. 

He travels the world with team Scotland, 
Which he sometimes captains proudly, 
But he’s also captained the other hand, 
Of ParalympicsGB, in Beijing adeptly. 

He holds Scottish Football Association 
Coaching badges at the youth level, 
Three of them, and has an education, 
In sports coaching development, bevel....

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