Short Clay Poems
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the hearth flickers 'neath a pot
water swirls and tumbles round
dried leaves bloom within the clay
misty cup of calm
Clay
Dirt
Mud
Bone-morrow
Water
~my true self my soul
8/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day.
Vines of love on fertile clay,
In air so thin they calmly lay.
Uncovered
Darkness
In clay like cakes
Oh what is this
Reality laced
With something
That cannot be
Replaced
I hate base
Garden full of weeds
Hard clay under cedar mulch
Why should I bother
Just learned about syllables in Haiku. Updated
Their spreading out like thin veins,
Green pimples on dark red clay.
Some things you just love to hate,
Citra time is here.
for thy misdeed
I bleed,
in the fertile clay
Like ungerminated seed.
Are we two lines in a frame?
Let lapse of our sin and shame.
Strikes on the clay are to blame.
her mind falls off while chalk blue lips shiver open
head back
soft latex throat lay exposed
limbs.. just silent godless clay.
she's a painter
he's a poet
the potter takes his
clay and throws it
turning mere dirt
to a thing of desire
© Goode Guy 2011-12-29
King
Haughty,royal
Ruling, gloating,dining
Gold,mansion,clay,straw
Sowing,hoeing,starving
Humble, ragged
Peasant
6-16-19
Hours fly,
Mortals die;
New days,
Old ways
Pass by.
Hearts stray.
Bodies are clay;
Sun shines,
Moon pines
But love stays.
Hostage
I'm hostage to Payne's grey
ninety percent of my mind
My star is quenched in heavy clay
despite the worlds dispensations
Dear Lord,
I do not ask
For charity
All I want
Is clarity
Remove this
Stone from
This heart,
Because
My feet
Are made
Of clay
Cassius Clay became Ali
Lew Alcindor, Abdul-Jabbar
What will become of Ilhan Omar
~ She’ll outlaw taverns and bars
I am water,
i am clay,
I am fire...
I'm a body of people,
I'm human nowadays,
but another day I will be
only light
only spirit... !
From smoke to ash and ash to snow,
I see you drift,
Flicker,
Glow.
Grow,
Flutter,
I feel you fray,
From spark to fire and fire to clay.
Help me God; model Your clay
Will not be damned on Judgement Day!
That's one reason to give Him praise
Soul will fly like the sun's rays!
God did not like messing with clay
And found there was another way
Then Eve did her best
Promoting incest
And what a mess we're in today!
I am all subject to decay
For I am but clay.
Subdued by death,
I return to the earth.
I am a conscript;
A divine script
On time's throne.
Form:
I sculpted you
threw you into fire
pulled you out
let you cool off
and painted you black—the
color of night
so that I can
be intimate with you.
Different and strange
hard to understand
unlike perfect
unique in its way
stands out from all others
alone and astray
a sculpture in clay
Form:
The earth grew loose and fell away
The rain just poured, and poured today
The winds rose up and help her slay
The vanities men adored of clay
In sanctuary,
Cracked from flows and blows of life,
A piece of raw clay!
Mold me, my Potter;
I surrender to thee now,
Pray bake me finest!
We are but the clay into the hands of our Lord waiting to be molded into our final shape!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 March 2018