Short Choke Poems
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Do I miss you, or do I miss the smoke -
Of your promise on my lips?
Both are warming on a chilly night,
But here I struggle to breathe, I choke.
You see them puff, of that they smoke
they think their tough, like a manly bloke
We’ve all had enough, of that we choke
so let’s not bluff, or we all will croak
I SHUDDER IN THIS LIGHT
I RECOIL AWAY
INTO MYSELF
COVERING MY EYES
SCREECHING
PULLING AWAY
SKIN SHIVERING
INSIDE
THE TASTE OF THIS
IS BITTER
I CROUCH AND CRINGE
IT'S CLUTTERING ME UP INSIDE.
WHEN CHILLNESS CHOKE LIFE
The mist passes on
Wearing a heavy cloake of chill breeze
Choking pale lilly
And dispelling eerie deary dreams
Needles of clock melt and drips down
Like my decaying floral life .
The sweat sang to me
more than anything.
From outside, it must
have looked like a
dog fight.
But in the clash,
in the din, in the
bruises and blood,
there was enough heart
to choke the vultures
circling above us.
From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
It’s not as though we lost our cool
without any reason at all;
the unschooled should follow this rule:
no smoking’s allowed in the hall.
Others may call it a defect
but it’s the butterfly effect,
against which fragile lungs protest
and smokers, we speak not in jest.
CHOKE POINT
Our roads are at choke point
as traffic descends into gridlock chaos.
Cars, lorries, buses and vans
all bumper to bumper in a traffic
jam ten miles long. This is a vision
of the technological world
in which we live where both man
and machine grind to a halt.
Some days I seek beauty
In places I have not been before
I wonder if they will await me
While I find courage...to be the beauty
That I was made
Some nights I search for a future
That eludes me
I wonder why
I do not have the courage to
Settle into today
I uselessly toil in the found
Because of a fear
I do not even know
I
On this terrestrial ball
Water is it, almost all
But for prayer
II
When love blooms, we can fast
Avoid breakfast, any repast
But "whence such love"?
III
Prayer will consume private sins
Or Sins "will choke prayer,"
Wrote J.C. Ryle before dying (1900)
IV
When all is dark and I'm hopeless
Yet i pray (Thy will be done, O Universe)
Because prayer is my water, living water.
Can you forget that piece of cheese
that you inhaled? Oh, just a crumb it was.
But breathing while chewing, then choking!
Was it Cheddar, Cheshire?
Or that Limburger, Parmesan?
But, oh, that piece of cheese!
Not a morsel you'll forget,
or a temporary amnesia that will bring you peace.
A double Gloucester, some feta or mozzarella?
What about that Parmigiana-Reggiano?
Better, far better, not to inhale
a piece of cheese. It's peace you need.
(8 Jan 2024)
You dont see it coming
no one ever does
but its only a swallow away
so count them silently
and hold them dear
because the next one comin
you should fear
you will know when it comes
and know so clear
that this one coming
is your last
because heartbreak grabs you
hard around your throat
and there is no way to escape
so you just choke
and you can wish for death
and it's not coming
and that my friend is
The Heartbreak Choke
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