Short Chisels Poems

Scourged is the flesh of a man whose soul chisels at his heart....

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chisels

the river
the short
way
of the stone
in
appeal

to the Sea...

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Thunderous and loud,
the glacier chisels into
the cold, arctic sea!...

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Glacier! Icy, cold,
hard. Diamond-like, it chisels
the frosty landscape....

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GLACIAL TENACITY 

crampons’ spikes clutch
the thick glacial ice -
pick ax chisels out steps

8/26/2017...

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With chisels, carvers
Chip away bits and pieces
Sinewy fibre;
What emerges from the wood
Is the essence of its soul....

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THOSE   WERE   THE    DAYS



In days Paleolithic
The news was often horrific
People eaten by monsters terrific
Or trampled in mammoth jams of traffic


Newspapers were chiseled  in stone
Picture it: hot news petrified even when it sizzles
Editors called in news headlines by bone
Saying,  “ Hold it. .  .stop the chisels!! “...

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His dark lips always enlighten my senses, although his white eyes profess a dark ambiance.
His  deed when done, stiffens the chisels of his arms to cross my waist 
and hold me into his heart 
I loom over within his eyes as a midget stretching for the truth.
Do you really love me? , or am I a niccumpup , with no colour to reflect?...

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a carpenter chisels creativity ~ his son saves souls

[First of May: Here in Malta, apart from celebrating Labour Day, 
we also celebrate the Feast of St. Joseph the Worker.] 

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A Work Perspective Monoku Contest
containing alliteration.
Sponsored by Beata Agustin

© 5th May 2022...

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Love wears a smile that touches all,
Fashion makes style frame feisty call.


Look to sure poise to sparkle bright,
Charm flavours choice with a fond light.


Live with clear tact that chisels tell,
Know how fine acts hurl happy spells.


Laugh with fond cheer with heart and soul,
Mind happy here as joy makes whole.




Leon Enriquez
26 March 2016
Singapore...

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Cloven he sits in his past full of fear
On Salisbury Plains this Hades so near

Tee shaped stones in time gone fall
For fear laden stand they rose so tall

Scratch marks, chisels of a long lost past
Marks of the hoof inscribed to last

This Solstice we know in Summers heat
Time will drape, when again hoofed scrapes meet









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php...

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A dime of orbed light
Hangs in water from a limb
Winter cries for spring

She has grown white haired
And soft, melting in the sun
Love uproots our fear.

The wind chisels flesh
My canvas shivers with light
Stars have twinkling eyes.

Change is a new bud
Carousing on a warm sprig
Tongues panting to paint

The sky cloudless, soft
As flakes in the arms of leaves
Brown on barren ground....

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I'm consumed by thoughts of a better place 
I live there in my head

The world ticks around me 
Full of greed full of dread

I've seen the system for what it is
A trap that chisels at our nature 

I am helpless I am bound 
But I can still put words on paper

Words I hope will change this world 
Or even start a stir

If I even saw the slightest change
I'd step out of my head 
and come back to earth...

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Hideous cancer chisels away
With strange tragic sculpturing
And exposes dark flaws
heavy and black:
Inoperable, they say.

Ever present cigarette
Tenaciously supported
By shaking hand
and unfaltering need
Moved toward fried death
As wrenching cough spewed
Fire in weakened lungs.

A machine by the bed
Connected to tubes,
She wavers between
Sleep and reality
Fighting to hear 
The voices around her....

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limestone hearted eaten away 
by God's eternal, feral rain 

stalagmite preachers in full royal bloom
igniting fanged candles to temper gloom

memories choked with thorny throated weeds
half-hearted souls, blue marbled eulogies...
  
truly, time chisels flesh into stone
fluted memories are forged from bone

snake congregation bearing footfall refrain
limestone hearted forever.. a mad harlot to the rain...

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Walk with me, my sister
I’ll tell you what I see
I’m holding the hand of my Mommy
Except she’s only 2 ½ yrs older than me

Don’t get me wrong, she’s brave
She had to tie chisels to her lace
Trade in pink and lavender
For the blue and black covering her face

They took her vanity fair
Where she used to sit and drink in her beauty
They gave her a toddler body to lug around
I became her undesired duty.

Written by Trudy Schrader December 2007...

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We're born with puffy marshmallow hearts
naïve -gently beating
absorbing everything
no filter- no expectations. 
Then slowly and somewhat coldly
{with its many trap doors
dead ends 
potholes and ice pic devils}
life chisels away at the marshmallow hearted.
Until it becomes like Michaelangelo marble.
Smooth-lean well defined- so very cold
No longer naïve -no longer absorbing
No longer beating
a cold - lonely blood moon  
chasing the shadow
of its birth....

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Souvenirs of Love

Invisible tattoos
scars that mark
the growing of a heart.
It’s tearing down
			......and building up.

A stream of tears,
broken dreams,
stories of the ones
			.......that got away.

Old flames
of passion’s pyre
smoldering in the hiss
			...........of weeping’s wont.

Souvenirs of Love
building blocks
of character,
chisels that shape
			......a man.


©1/25/2018


submitted to – One in Five – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Joseph May...

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“Avant garde”, whispered some as he walks past,
Cacophony around, still he seemed lost!
Her face haunts his thoughts, an anomaly in the lot!
Touched by Hephaestus, an artisan bonafide,
Its deja vu, he Sculpts; In past she hides!
With unbearable ennui, he chisels away,
He’s no dilettante, art is his only “way”!
He brought back the baroque style from time,
Just so her grace and elan could be mimed!
To believe is hard, muse has carte blanche on sculptor’s heart!



20/01/2018...

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