Short Clashed Poems
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There once was an Aries lady
Who married a Pisces man named Grady
Their personalities clashed
They were totally mismatched
Now she rest dear heart where it is shady
Her tangerine wallet
clashed with her marmalade purse
Purple pleated pedal-pushers
just made things much worse
No eye had she for integration
her colors smacked of segregation
He is the son of the rain,
the heavy rain-storm and the thunder.
The son of the three suns and the three sparks
which form, when they clashed together.
the six points of the enigmatic star.
He was the book and he who wrote it.
Sunshine was pouring
in the wake of black shadows
Tulips clashed with noon
shining, shining, like full moon
Pink orange hues, like sunset
Midday quite breathless
when wandering wind has gone
from fragrance and fire
It'll return later, too late
when sweet petals have folded
Do you remember
how the stars shine
above the crystal line
of the horizon
on the darkened Earthly sea?
How the sands whispered
and the birds whistled
as we drifted off
into the sea?
How the waves
clashed against the boat
and we were barely afloat?
How we awoke on
a distant shore…
Do you remember?
The two charged patches of clouds clashed in the hills
The flash bared the curved falls
The trees to blossom got taller
A mad rush for the raindrops
The night too short to accommodate the long tale
15 June, 2018
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All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
The rain rattled and clashed,
Some people say rain is just water.
But to me, rain is like precious drops of water
With your brightness;
And the words you whispered to me
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!
The storms are lifting now,
where once the auburn horizons clashed with dark,
where mother led her children to drink,
where father broke the moistened dirt,
where I spoke of the bent little days;
there are no storms that we can touch,
nor the candle beside our bed; there are no monsters
that I am aware, I only know there could have been.
The Indians are Najavo
The army says "GO"
"Go to the reservation,
they are for you preservation"
Wovoka started the Ghost Dance
To pull Indians out of their trance
"We will fight for reform,
and we will not conform"
Custer discovered gold,
in the land so cold
Forces clashed at the Little Bighorn
A battle full of scorn
The man in the moon met the children of the sun
The stars grouped together and twinkled as one
The planets applauded as a comet flashed by
An astral reunion that lit up the sky
A nebula formed with hydrogen gases
Dancing neutrinos entertained the masses
The asteroids clashed when Venus came to call
A black hole appeared and enveloped them all
sane story squashed
worn wanky clashed
wielded wits flung
leering lanky lust
strained sanity snogged
pilfering punctured pawn
voluptuous vie wept
cremating callous crest
bruised biddings belched
pruned passion puked
dark dribbles drooled
clutching crazed clue
wedged wiles wailed
taunting tampered trail.
'20:05:10:12:00
Note: Of tamed tale.
THE KING AND THE FOOL
by H.B.Ussach
Folks talk of the long war between a king and a fool,
when peasants and pawns clashed to see one rule;
From pre-cast castle keeps company banners fly
like medieval flags of old,
And from ketchup-stained battlefield parking lots
scavenged not by buzzards but by gulls,
heralds cry: "Have it Your Way" and "Billions Sold."
Innocent weavers
Sat still mourning –
The siren heralded
At midnight
The emergency swords in the rafter
Like a lone early morning cock.
The forest was a terror spot
Helter-skelter in blood-discolouration
Marking a nest of the free?
Terror & anger clashed
Again & again
In man rearing the seeds of the night:
Shrewd pebbles of inviolable intents
And mutilated feathers in a battered nest!
prisimed
your blues seep through
delicate cracks
developed
by time and hue
a brush
technicolor of triumph
and failure
splashed and spotted
in a weighted night
of stars
falling down
backdrops
of tomorrow
it's all not black and white
true or untrue
love filters
dust and all
a departed dance
silhouettes in the stillness
clashed
where sepia warms her chill
F first, we all thought it was something we could easily deal with.
A after that kiss, it became evident that our end was now.
R reason clashed with our emotions,
E envy, regret, and disappointment gripped us.
W we surrendered to what we never imagined,
E especially the courage we had groomed for the goodbye.
L little did we know that, like the last bites of tacos,
L last kisses always linger on.
To look askance,
is a real weird body stance,
thought meeting the eye,
for each staring eye,
conveyed violence of sorts,
sight rays clashed and hurt bad,
but then looking askance,
is furtive and shy,
sometimes remorseful,
and at some others hiding plain lies,
how did eye movements got into reflexes,
I wished it was not so much on its own,
and rather in my control,
so that I can look askance,
when I normally now do not.
I stand tall and proud upon this ship
Never have I wavered on any trip.
If you listen you will hear me in the wind,
speaking to you again and again.
Stories of a ragging sea,
while the fisherman worked below me.
Lightening and thunder clashed in the sky,
but I held firm against the tide.
Sometimes the sky was so blue,
and we would sail straight through.
Yes I am the Mast upon this vessel it’s true,
Sail with me and I will protect you.
JSergi
Stars glare at the twigs,
darkness begins to settle
Forlorn dreams of stars,
moonlight covered them with clouds.
As clouds expressed its thoughts,
Moon strengthens its mettle
Dreamy stars infuriated,
with flares, bashed clouds.
Stars and Moon clashed,
deleted dreams covered by ash
As clouds watch over,
comets ignited so fast.
Dwindling down are sprinklers of dust,
speeding with lash.
Titans collided,
Clouds wept like a torn outcast.
CRUSADE
The crusader brandished his stiff sword
sharpened
didn´t want
but beheaded idols
to liberate his inner temple
swift and passionate was his riding
saturated
didn´t want
but unpaved the temples
to remember the first stone
and had peace
on the way he clashed spades
bled
sparked spades
was blinded by light
floated in the void
and saw colors
earthly shades
and then kinetic spatial explosion
of unknown prisms
crossing cross crusaders
irreligious and revering
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wreathing this life's mind's eye - wrenched, gnarled, hit, burked
neurons in diminution - clashed, rammed, slayed
futility tops up canvass of murk
phonemes, words, phrases now frolicly played
heart's lyrical requiem overlaid
poesy - penned, written in woe death's crypt
shrieking the LIMITLESS lines of my SCRIPT.
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