Short By Blow Poems

North natured neutrals
South sultry simmerings
East easy endeavors 
West wind wailings...

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Piece by piece
And blow by blow
God must know

That our broken heart's
And faltering start's

Make no sense
In the present tense....

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third party shakedown

                             blow by blow

                    right mind's got front row







MagiCicada 13...

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An empty space that seemed to yell
Come hold me tight and this hunger quell
A gentle touch, a warm caress
A kiss so light without duress
Over the rock the words flowed
Breaking it down blow by blow
...

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Blow by blow, my gold goes — get the picture?
My hand so weak, I can’t breathe through stricture.

What is next? This is greed! Please, no more nails!
I have no more room on my walls this sale!

1/8/2018...

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Guidelines for Abnormal

Started off with gatherings which were informal;
Then had started checking out what was normal;
Wanted to know,
Blow by blow,
How to establish guidelines for being abnormal.

Jim Horn...

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Blow by blow,
wanted to go.
Protected &
guided from
throw after throw,
every one way
too slow.
Heavenly father
caught that blade
& just wouldnt
let it go.
My head they
wanted to reap
but father
let me keep....

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Out the door
is a vicious game
a process

battle of spite
tug of war
circus of irritation

where nobody loses
no one wins
a bloody senseless draw

no referee
only stiff jabs
right crosses

haymakers
countered by blow
after blow
       
low......

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To Trump Was Tantamount

We read a blow by blow account
That never arrived at a fair amount
And the further into we all digged
Discovered system had been rigged
That to each fact was tantamount.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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Wrapped in woe
Here is a gash to sow
Pierced by bow

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Struck in woe
Here is a boat to row
Sunk by blow

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Scorched in woe
Here's a soul to mend
Seared by woe

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Slashed by woe
Here is a wound to sow
Bruised by woe......

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               child’s reaction blow by blow
           swirling        twirling         vertigo 
     rosy         leapers           letting         go 
           roars            Calypso        overflow

10/21/2020
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Original Name: OVERFLOW...

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My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.

I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.

Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me....

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It's like a spinning knife that is on my heart
Its like a little light with a touch of dark
it's like a sneak attack from whatever match
we could use to watch the fire start

Take these gloves and go
Blow by blow to help you get it away
Eventually life demands
to turn it around and show your hand
It was forever the plan...

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Kick the leaves, let bodies grow
Framed in Autumn showers glow
Rake the peak of ‘tober’s show
Pumpkin hues a zephyr throw
Saffron shake of candy snow 
And brittle brown tornado 
Child’s reaction blow by blow 
Swirling, twirling, vertigo 
Rosy leapers letting go 
Roars Calypso overflow

10/15/2020...

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Truth hit 'em in the ears,
blow by blow
A hard right cross to the temple
had the lying snot flying out the nose
It was hard-hitting truth
that gave 'em the bloody eye
Sent 'em reeling to the mat
for the TKO bye-bye
Lying prone on the canvas,
the count is coming in ...
seems this fight is over fairly quick
Undisputed truth wins again...

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Make no mistake – though it looks fake,
The snow is coming down
And every flake will help to make
On cars a snowy crown.

Yet on the news, the weather crews
Predict a change to rain,
So kids will lose their avenues
For sleddable terrain.

We never know just how much snow
From Nature will abound,
Yet blow by blow, the radio
Will track what’s on the ground.
...

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Hi ho hi ho three black cats meowing so!
By blow, by blow, we laugh and sneer and glow.
We are the Halloween cats, stay out of our way.
We are making October memorable, happy and gay.

Hi ho hi ho three cats we readily be.
We sneer at witches, faeries, elves and black cats wee.
We love our kibble. We lap our milk with a hee hee hee.
We are truly excited to merry blessed be....

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Graves of many, dreadful dark and spooky.
Spiders hung and swayed a little kooky.
Pumpkins fierce howling red glow.
Walking-dead knock blow-by-blow.
Black wild cat moved its tail slightly fluky.

Dracula went out dressed as cranky Grinch.
Drank few too many got into tight pinch.
By foot dangled the mayor,
Threw him over conveyor.
Towns people came around with rope to lynch....

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The hours,
                the days,
                 the years pass...
                 run down...
                 They are predators,
                 induce pain...
                 body eaters,
                 usurpers of lives...
                  They steal our lives,
                  no pity pity pity
                  cheers, chin, chin...
                  blow by blow... !...

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Recognising each acts as of instinct,
more oft than not seen driven by ego,
we’re unaffected, being by love inked,
for likewise we too were, not long ago,
securing gains for ourself, blow by blow,
thus we smilingly relinquish our share,
hoping fallen souls will become aware,
that there exists law of cause and effect,
so it’s best if all sidestep desire snare,
divine aligned, joyous, standing erect.
 
06-December-2021...

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Whispers of who we are sometimes in the none conversations
By Poet


When I speak I fret, more than you know
How do I come across, should I just go?
I'm too aware of cues, was I given the heave ho?
So what did you mean when you said 'so'?
Pfft, I've gone on too much, now I'm being a schmo!
Erase this convo, no, don't recount blow by blow...
Right, ok... Same time tomorrow :)...

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      Poetry is, a Martial Art.
  To give, receive angled view,
  looks and feels, old and new.
  Moves softly, with lethality.
 Delivers strikes out of chaos ballet.
     Focusing, on vulnerabilities.

The battle ensues, in the yin and yang, ebb and flow.
 Each 'rain, drops the bow, in lieu tenanting the blow by blow. Beauty and pain.

"I call this one the "look at me now b itches, I am a butterfly now, technique."

~Caterpillar...

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My somber moments, no one will ever know
They're not open images, I choose to show
This is my fight to win or lose blow by blow 
No one else planted these seeds row by row
Many claimed to be in my corner but turned to go
They brought me their scythe, I reap what I sow
Give them no quarter, nor do they earn quid pro quo 
At last, I'm free no one left worth my trusting to bestow
Vaults are all empty to thine last breath, none left to owe...

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