Short Casing Poems

Water reflections 
as boat cruises by them 
show casing beauty...

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Could it be heart brake
Which gags this young girls soul
Never casing pain
Shoved in her face everyday
That aids this wound  which must stay...

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I'm sick of standing on my hands and knees!
The image speaks to the wall.
Why don't we alternate?
The Frame is your outer casing.
And we pierced my chest with nails....

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I was turning on a stretcher,
I was injured,
I was among friends,
I caught sight of a statue,
High in the sky,
Most  of the casing had  been eroded away,
And I said, 'you can see the light of yesterday.'...

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lines are 

pale, details...

sporadic

 

aureate filth

ensconces the 

casing.

 

tag yellow 

and withered

with time

 

yet...

bares the

twain figures 

 

number 99...

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I understand what life is like beneath another moon

Being in your state of mind is casing you in thoughts cocoon

To believe in more than what you know and believe more than you hear

Is to feel the weight on others minds, and not fake ignorance for your fear...

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Bullets, they do rain
Down from the heavens
Have no doubt
Their fallen, engraven

With your name 
Sprawled 
Across the casing

Spent shells
Hit the ground
Ring out
Bells in repentence

Teflon coated 
Words of forgiveness 
Piercing the heart
Of those less dead...

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Mind 
silent, 
storm 
ruins
deep-set soul.
In dark
vale 
flows slow
sorrow stream.
Memory flakes
glide with dreams
on trail
of 
dry tears,
etched beneath
collapsed
eyes,
casing 
hope.

____________

March 3, 2023
Syllable count checked with HMS
Contest : Waltz Wave
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet...

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Heart-shaped crystal, hanging
On a rusty, dripping chain
Bright white light is shining
Like a spectrum once again

Twisting, turning faster
All the colors clash
The crystal falls into a pool of water with a splash

Its solid casing melted
Light and power gleaming out 
Long lost heart repented 
Remembering what love's about...

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This body of mine
Is just a vessel, just a shell
That has no more to tell
About the real me
Than a stone can determine
The depth of a well

This crude casing 
That I have been given
To walk around in
Doesn't fit my soul
It sneers and frowns
And brings me down
Off my high horse

It offers me no solace
No place to hide
This body doesn't fit...

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You are adept at burrowing and slithering. 
Fight your way through the mud, bungling, and spilling. 
Plunged into the insides of the rind and outer casing. 
The further you lead, beyond troublesome it is becoming. 
Thinking over this is compulsatory rehearsing. 
Assumptions might be thwarted by the finding....

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Along street’s he’s casing, unseen in control
  Sickles and Scythes, double edged swords
 One hooks the young, other catches the old 
 And for winding up days, gets a tidy reward 
  Not diamonds or rubies, platinum nor gold
 But fruits, and candies, his Halloween hoard


Bitesize Poem no.54 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 
10/22/22...

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The chubbiness of your dense casing 
Is an insulator indeed
The small still voice is hindered permeate
The depth of a copious essence
A mind never regenerated
In new known ways to profit
Hence your way is wood as you cuddle it
Time’s river drowning dreams afar shore
As you trot in ways antique
With golden opportune wilting 
Hence amity is fog
...

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Thought-perception-energy-ego
If these aspects of body-mind narrow
We all forgo

Thought & prejudice & breath & craving cease
Awareness yet is but with no form to appease

Let these reflections deep
Within osmotically seep

Supreme God consciousness enters our innermost casing
Of the Sushumna erect and in bliss so celebrating

19-August-2020...

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We have come full circle!
Freedom from oppression equals 
corruption less deception.

The law of the land is zero!
Fraud and theft are over and above
pie to leave nothing!

The right to protest without violence
and freedom of education is none
from 27 to nought.

Death of peace plus an apology
has been deferred to 9×19mm casing
evidence lost at 20mm....

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She stands, a horse with legs taut and proud
And her eyes are an opera, 
The clashing and rising of war voices
Marble eyes in rubber casing.
She is perfectly how
Hope stands in battle.
I bought a horse with a tail like a cliff, 
Blown, fine, proud, tall; 
Stalked.
And I would have bought you
But your hair was lavender.
And I would have bought you, twilight...

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My heart scans 
for a familiar face 
through throngs
of strangers 
as they scatter 
pell mell 
around me 
eager shoppers 
casing brightly lit 
  sale stuffed store fronts 
while seduced
by the siren song of fresh coffee  
coupled  with 
sticky sweet  cinnamon buns 
suddenly 
the bitter fact
swallows  me
whole again
you no longer reside
anywhere
outside
of  my dreams...

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1st Whisk a combination of thought
2nd Inter flow the soul with the spirit
3rd Fuse your compound of love together
5th Admixture of others casing a union
6th Then hotchpotch and mash it up
7th Agitate bullies using the strength of all
8th Place in the soul forever
9th Cook until love appears
10th Then write poetry using this form

Throw in a dash of humor

Called: Free Spirit Poetry...

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DISCOVERIES



Along a summer street crammed to bursting  point
By an indifference of brick walls  -
I come across a suddenness of dandelions
On a bulding site after the rain falls.

A sea beach filled by desertion
And rock pools half-buried,
With a rusty shell casing abandoned
In retreat by ranks serried.

Rain and sea offer nothing 
New, merely reveal near-forgotten 
Implants in the stream of time sodden ....

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When I look into the eyes of the young,
I saw futuristic vehicles gliding
past their old and withered bodies

When I looked into the eyes of the old,
I saw carriages, majestically hobbling the streets,
Horse-drawn and noisome,
fear in the eyes of the young

When I looked into the face of the clock,
I saw my own reflection,
ticking away its life
in shuttered motion

When I looked into my face I saw white eyes
in withered casing...

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I have held my last pot of hot soup
I've come to the end of my threads
Befraggled and muffed
Bedraggled and fruffed
A raddled cloth corpse that's dead
Frayed so soft and shabby 
As the cotton boll that bore me
Worn to a frazzle
I have lost all my dazzle
Faded and haggard and tatty
So tattered in my casing
My splayed stuffing is facing
The dog who has chewed
What was left!


May 11, 2020
The Potholder Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish...

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Children running, playing, laughing, and admiring the skies;
blue, white, and yellow daylight enchant their young eyes.
Scattering like little insects when the one child yells:
READY OR NOT HERE I COME!
Hearts racing at the fill of excitement, giving exhilaration
to there small scurried feet.
Show casing their not so pearly whites to the birds and bees;
who are thankful for their use of wings,
to not be bothered by these large, young, quick, and naive....

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The gun laying in my hand shaking at the thought 
In the tunnel of my throat the word of the bullet is caught
As the thought slides up into the barrel
I descry the reverberation of the creeping peril
As the pin glides back to eject the casing
I embrace the feeling in the memory of my sanity erasing
It descends to the floor as I fall to my knees
My thought bleeds
As my fingers quiver
It's insanity my mind delivers

*In collaboration with Alex Ray
...

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The sweet, dead myrrh
of new cowhide
never ceases to please--
it is palpable, tempered,
clay to touch, a naked
casing of imaginings.

We moisten it, make it cool
to cheek, dry it to immaculate
canvas, a pale flesh
of flame and warm breath.

Gently, we mallet it to meaning,
carve it to incandescence,
an unspoken speaking.

It is indigo water
in crackled blue vases
on sun-brimmed afternoons.

It is contentment
of satin skin, beveled roan flower--
a poem at tongue’s edge....

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