Short Bleaches Poems
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Moon rises surprised,
eschews its pocked face,
caught in early glare
of sun in bleaches
awaiting its call.
A starlet usurped!
Summer brings strong sunshine for the strong,
but what happens when its tread
falls disinterestedly upon the weak?
Behold they have become silent,
the sky bleaches bones
and does not look backward
to what crumbles behind it.
brown on dusty mustard
clashes
with streaks of gray
we
drive through riding
the wave
haven't seen
a drop of rain
in days
sun bleaches boards
and bones
alike
© Whit Howland 2019
Shines
the darkness
in
ghostly hints...
Shine artificial
substances
pretended
to be gold...
Shine
the fake
bleaches
politicians...
Shines
the real shine
of the star...
Shines
the relevance
of the divine
truth...!
Gives me a sunburn
Bleaches my curly red hair
Makes me nice and tan
I can still envision it ---
It appeared like a single strand of pure silver ---
Radiant as a quasar ---
This perfected demostration of nature ---
As the wind swayed it to and fro ---
A tiny occupent ---
The manufacturer ---
Traverses it's length ---
As the sun's rays bleach it's fabric.
Fate flavours forfeit
Primal play proceeds
Sly street-smart succeeds
Move meek memory
Stains streaking slowly
Echoes end easy
~~~~~~~~~
Fuss freaks form frozen
Dig deeper dozen
Meet miasma molten
Lead laughter lumpy
Brine bleaches bumpy
Seek sure sobriety
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 March 2015
Singapore
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cold silver disc
above stripped maple limbs—
night’s sharp exhale.
foxes trace frost
through brittle husks of corn.
field mice freeze.
your light bleaches
every hollow, spills
across stone.
no warmth left here,
just the owl’s call
and wind’s teeth.
harvest done.
earth sleeps hard
beneath you.
She plasters it on thick
Bleaches ,curls and glues
Draws on and colours in
Products galore she does use
After hours of beautification
She squeezes into a tiny short dress
Huge breasticles on display
Bum cheeks peeking out to impress
Now for the selfie photo shoot
Complete with sexy poses and pout
She is finally ready to leave
Her only destination McDonalds drive through and out!!
Blank, a penetration
In deep wells: a heart
Stomping with mechanical
Accuracy. Galloping as a horse
Sombre. It echoes and turns
To stare with a wanderlust
Look into the paint pot of
The opaque Atlantic.
Freakish bodily wine blending
Into bleaches. The tulips there
Aching wide-mouthed and
Conquering the sill's motherly embrace.
Somewhere far away they shadow
Continents with their
Illuminated pin-prick eyes.
To be there, above a gairish X.