Short Bladed Poems

Bladed implement,
Cutting through shaving cream snow:
Fields of fresh stubble.


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An Ode to Shaving...

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The bar next door is open,
full of inebriated 
thrill seekers screaming into 
the wind as the rain lashes
bladed leaves into faces....

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ingredients
a small  bladed knife
extremely sharp and comfortable in hand
a piece of cured wood with grain to follow
a mind picture of what is there
time to carve it

instructions
go with the flow

result
satisfaction...

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Her face is like a marble statuette,
blank of expression, emotions beget.
Motionless throughout vicious verbal storms,
driven by not complying to shared norms.
Weep, weep, weep bladed tears of rusted blood,
the only nectar of a frozen bud....

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when i was young(er)
late at night 
i used to pray
i pray for god
to protect my house
and the people i love
i prayed for the ignorant
for there bladed toungs
and that i could take his pain
so young with blind faith
but most of all
with my eyes squeezed tight  
i used to pray 
to......

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Hope’ is a dagger that pricks the heart
With blood red holes from bladed dart
And wounds the soul of promise bright
Oh, blessed dreams in blackest night
Pray show me pity, sweet relief
Lest savage point plunge over deep
To end ‘Hopes’ fearsome treachery 
And leave me cold, no more to weep....

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Attila's axe quick and witty.
Wallering away in self-pitty.

Double edge bladed words,
characteristic of a domestic carp.

I take what you say in stride,
think and analyze.

Calling me ugly names,
is your judgemental opinion game.
You think you've won,
and lowered me to your domain.

Attila's axe so quick and witty,
liquor impaired your judgement
and made your mind scatty....

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Sculptors carve their rocks,
With very sharp-bladed tools;
They free the art from the stone.

At many concerts are people stoned;
They come to hear great rock;
Musical instruments are rockers tools.

With their trade’s tools;
The Rolling Stones,
Never fail to please with their rock.

If you carve rock with your tools; beware sharp ones if you’re stoned!

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I feel uprooted like a tree from the ground
I feel like my world has been turned upside down

I feel like a blind man with no eyeballs in his socket
I feel like I'm on welfare with no money in my pocket

I feel like there's no end to the pain
I feel as if the sun will become rain

I feel as if I'm the only one
Life laughs so at me so I run

Away from the circus of life
OCD is a double bladed knife...

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With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most...

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The deep dark night, No longer holds glory
For now it is lorn with fear
in joy's absence lies the cruel demon
of sadness that makes my eyes well with pain

Mocking me with your scent that lingers still....
Can you not see the light of heaven has dimmed?

Memories of you play in slow motion
As they tear at every nerve in my body
with un-remorseful ripping, bladed claws

This hell that you cant feel
The blackness shall pour from my veins...

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For the love of words
I and my pen unite
Wielding our bladed passion
With sharp literary might

Every idea we dissect
Leaving nothing veiled
All emotions subject
To our precise scale

Every stroke we make
Carves history out of time
Creating legacies that last
With our rythm and rhyme

Inspiring the young
To strive for the sky
Comforting the hurt
Helping broken wings fly

Still I and my pen
Will continue our scrawling
For the love of words
Has given us this calling...

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If you want to fly, but are bound to ground,
Come twirl and swirl, go around and around,
Enjoying the flight other dreamers found.

Sash and shay while flying way fast or slow,
Keeping bladed skates soaring as you go.
Attach wings to your feet for fun you seek.
Take your time, flap your beat boldly or meek.
Inhale wonder then exhale your dance flight.
New frozen delight is but right in sight.
Go glide, sail and slice tight with air’s might.



... CayCay Jennings
January 1, 2017...

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