Short Brawling Poems

the mirrors and glasses can't help but falling
the tough and the mindless can't help but brawling
when earth's soul gapes through the looking glass
only pure spirits can protect it....

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     Brawling backrooms 
       swirling in smoke

     Bloody negotiations
       served up smart folks

     Like Ike, JFK and
       Harry S. Truman 

     No Hillaries or Bidens 
       ~ or other clueless humans
...

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Strange world…
Lots of people.
Lots of cars.
Lots of kids.
Lots of animals.

Strange world…
People fighting.
Kids arguing.
Animals brawling.

Strange world…
People smoking.
Kids drinking.
Dogs chewing.
Yes, it’s a strange world....

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ALONE

aged american
agor’phobic adventure —
alienation

BECOMING

bob brawling baby
bear before breaching beehive —
breathless bonhomies

CALIGULA

calculating cow -
cohort’s corruptible cash
creates confusion...

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Babbling bantering behind bashful backs
Bolstering bizarre behavior between brawling brothers
Before bogus betrayals bragging both bravo 
Benevolent beguile beginning bequeath  
Borrowed broker buoyancy best brainchild
Beneath broken bureaucrats breach

LOL...

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The calling is falling
It's beneath you my brother;
And out of all others;
Nature brawling;
It's  balling, crying into its hands;
The mission no one understands;
Is to replenish
seed plant
reach grow
plant reach
seed grow
this be so...
HARVEST


9/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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Hair like woven air
Beauty beyond compare
Amazing grace melts my ears
Eyes drowning in tears

Soul in rapture, Joy i capture
Morning dew, something new
Blood cascades from every pew
Beads of sweat, a last breath

Gone for now, not forever
Until my celestial calling
I will keep brawling
Fighting for my belief
Praying for my day of relief...

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The dreary nightmare..
Falling down from the Sky..
Drowning deep in the Sea..
Leaping over the Mountains..
Brawling with the Secrets..
The dark is mourning..
Wolves are hawling around..
Craving for drops of water..
Grappling to open eyes..
Taking a deep breath...
After a minute halt...
I awoke to a world filled with..
Yellow flowers and Butterflies......

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Whack went your head
Sand in my eyes
Scissors sliced your hair
A push from behind

Yellow crayons flew about
Pencils snapped in two
Kindergarten was not easy
Brawling, me and you

Your tongue stuck out
I rolled my eyes
My mother pleaded please
Nope, not sharing pie

We fought like devils
Each our arch nemesis 
Fast forward twenty years
And then, we kissed
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to the boy who's  Dad died at seven.
the secret debate if his father could ever find heaven

we salute thee


as a child he saw his mothers tears
just him and her through crucified years.

we say amen


as he grew older and became a man
he learned the value of a brawling hand.

all the tears through out the years he
became more than himself despite all the fear.


we say well done!...

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Fisticuffs
Miracle Man
12/23/2024

Brawling is only for the young and foolish,
those with a yet to be developed brain.
Instead of taking their cue from cupid,
many minds are centered on raising cane.

Advanced years 
transformed me from “Pit’” to chihuahua,
I bark from the porch but age stole my bite.
I’ve now become as “yellow as mustard,
and couldn’t be poured into a fight”.


...

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relish, oh relish
scream over your scream
feel ever more deeply
become the great dream
breath ever more deeply
climb ever more steeply
start drowsing- so sleepy
is nothing as seems?
feel, oh feel 
such is grasping and tearing
clawing and gnawing
so harsh and apalling
fighting and brawling
teeth clinched tight and snarling
touching and running
pushing and stunning
crawling with cunning
all in fun we agree...

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Years had passed,still you're here,
Deceiving me that you care.
You hurt me not once but twice,
Still you're here,trying to make some lies.

We had a lot of arguments,
Which led our friendship to end;
I cut the passage between me and you,
and I stop brawling too much tears for you

I want you to,let go of me,
And that will be my one last plea;
If someday,our shadows cross again,
Maybe we can be friends again....

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WHAT ARE THESE THOUGHTS?
 
WHAT ARE THESE WORDS?
 
WHAT ARE THESE BRAWLING MISCONCEPTIONS?
 
UNLOCKED-UNDONE DECISIONS
 
VAGUE “INHABITIONS”
 
THAT GRADUALLY DECEIVE US
 
BLOCKING OUR VISIONS
 
TAKING US INTO STRANGE REGIONS
 
PUTTING US INTO SITUATIONS, CONDITIONS & CIRCUMSTANCES THAT PLAGUE OUR INTUITIONS
 
YET, LOOKING DEEP WITHIN US THIS FALLIBILITY IS KILLING US 
 
WHAT HAVE WE BEEN GIVEN?
 
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?...

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When I said women are stronger than men
Everyone started asking when?
I said some women have their names for centuries
Then one said they only know to pick blueberries.
When I said about J.K Rowling
Everyone started brawling.
When I talked about Emma whatson 
They got confusion.
I said about Kalpana chawla
They said hola
I was confused.
When I said mother is the best
They said she is the queen of her nest.
I understood no one can be like a Mother...

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In the shadows of the acorn tree, watching the squirrels race around gathering acorns. Their busy little hands rotating them, examining each acorn. Hoarding them, even brawling with other squirrels for access to the best trees. Daring acrobats that risk life and limb to collect them from the willowy ends of branches.

Trees full of acorns
daring acrobat squirrels
hoards little brown nuts

Haibun Contest
Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
July 28, 2017...

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falling falling falling
landing in the water in the middle
however i do not want to drown
stalling stalling stalling
bubbles release my pain just a little
however i wear no frown
brawling brawling brawling
a certain part of my throat has a small tickle
however i do not feel all down
calling calling calling
i am nowhere near being civil
with you i want to go to town
walking walking walking 
here we go again loving in many a riddle
yet and still we stay around...

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A crocodile-hide sunset,
a ferrous squall;
somethings boiling up there.

Storm gulls
beat mosquito clouds away
as they flee.

Ten wild horses corralled in a dumpster
hammer my fearless heart.

An anemic sky gulps for breath
near or far
a brawling trample scuffs the earth. 

The dimming light drips strings 
of gelid spittle.
Vaporous stalactites shred an acrid air.

Now a ferrous rain cuffs and pelts.
I hide my face from its eyes,
follow a screaming ghost
into the house....

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