Short Cliff Poems
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the words fall over the cliff of my lips
and as they fall they die
why cant I form a single sound
that has the wings to fly?
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on the cusp
poised precarious, point perched,
lies threshold brink verge,
the tipping-point pivot to,
rise/fall from grace.
Looking at the scarp
Of the mahogany cliff
Cerulean tides
Calm down the racing mind thoughts
Offering a peaceful state
3-16-2016
CERAMISTA cliff leach
impermeable
& opaque
functional
translucent
vitrified
faience
undervalued
engobe
terra
signposts
burnished
& defined
Leap from the bed, need to stay ahead
of the upstart pack, baying for bloodshed
Visions of the abyss, from high on life's cliff
spur me to fight the daily battle for bread
''Standing on the edge of cliff that drop suddenly. So vast, depth unknown. The sky is clear and blue. Watching the heavens, while it twirls. It's easy to imagine --that this is the world's brink.''
The rocks crumble
beneath my feet
alone,
unlike the last time.
No one to catch me
to tell me to stop.
Seems as if
no one even cares.
But in truth,
no one knows,
Because I hide behind a smile.
The Pied Piper of failure
loose in our schools
Cacophony playing
of pedants and fools
He lures and beguiles
to those innocent souls
Who locked in his footsteps
—will never be whole
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Rondelet: Cliff hangers
In the name of
Our party let other half cry
In the name of
Our safety sever one half off
For mere two per cents let's all die
The chosen people never lie
In the name of
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
war be no game
war is men
in the trenches
on the line
up the hill
downwind
flying colors through the air
blue sky and rabid sun snapping
pictures of flapping angels
falling off a cliff
digging a deeper hole
amidst the powdery musket-mist
12/19/2019
Here lies dear Eileen Tufar
Over the cliff in her brand new car
Passed suddenly without leaving a scar
Please tell my husband to get out of the bar
April.15.2019
An Epitaph to Make Us Laugh 2
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
N/A for contest
I can recall two occasions when I should have rightfully died,
and regarding both of those events, it was an animal who saved my life.
One of them may still currently be alive,
but the other who saved me paid with her life.
Maybe I'll share with all of you their stories sometime.
The Cliff: Huxtable
My Favorite Comedian
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Mr. Bill Cosby.
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-Gray Squirrel
06-09-2025
emerging in the rising twilight
the stars brought tears to our eyes
the wings were like songs
signaling the dry desert rising,
reaching
from the great nest
by the edge where the world
is split open
some hands reach up
from an opening in the sky
the belly of the earth
heaving out its kin
The mountains of the mind
are not high,
peaks that raise no taller
than the spike of a moment,
and yet,
to climb them can be treacherous,
thoughts can be avalanches.
Better to just watch,
those bluffs, buttes, and cliffs
as if on an oscilloscope,
let them pass you by
as meaningless blips.
Near the end of the edge, truth is there is no end,
But only a different story into which I descend.
A drop so high, seemingly endless,
But I am near the edge of my life's end.
Falling alongside the wall of time,
Truth is there is no wall, but only a cliff to grip
As my soul slips into death as I breathe my last breath.
Onward, forward, I stride
To the cliff I march
No rope nor gear
Just the Sun as my guide
Onward and forward, I trudge
Deafening whispers of echoing winds
Carving their mask on the valley below
As I ponder the muddy clay path before me
Onward, forward, I go
To the cliff I march
Ignoring the urge to stray
To take a leap of faith
cavernously eerie
echoes long dead
frosted over and irritated
grating silence
cold as ice
unforgiving, unyielding, just un…..
woods feels disapproved,
disrespected, unappreciated
rock solid hush dispels possibilities
slate and shale
hiding teensy glimmers of mica
shining like her ice heart
cavern rules
showing a presence
that scares many
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
Form:
.. must self-worth perilously
hang on to a cracking crag..
crag that is slowly loosening
off the edge of a crumbling cliff..
cliff of other people's opinion,
dangerously above the rocks..
rocks of subjective humiliation,
actually, self-perceived oblivion .. ?
there's no one around you see
it's just me and cliff
ear buds help cushion the volume
my smartphone warns me
it could damage my ears
i put it at full volume
it's 9:40pm and the family are asleep
this could go on all night
cliff said he was proud he never adopted a
hedonistic rock and roll lifestyle and never wanted
to trash a hotel room
i've just trashed the attic
Standing on the edge
Looking down into the swirling abyss below
That could be my watery grave
Just a quick step forward
And it would all be over
Leaning forward
Thoughts flooding in
The sound of waves crashing assaulting my ears
It would be so nice
Just to sleep
Sleep and never wake up
Life is so complex
Death is easier, quicker
Less painless
I decide
Take a deep breath
And step back
We walked in oak cliff
Down a street, Rosemount I believe
a house, a dream
we released this home
It breathes,now
underneath
plastic, siding
we conceive
a life, a child
That’s her room
she could play
My studio
With windows
build
a entry way
windows
the kind that stick
and resist Your fist on the frame
But life exists
In wood floors
A scratch, on buffet
what stories they tell
what treasures in age
Form:
Tintin got stuck to a cliff-hanger
limerick
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Tintin got stuck to a cliff-hanger
Snowy was asked to bring a banger
Snowy was needy
So he was greedy
And all hell let loose with a clangour
Love is standing on the edge,
Up on the edge of the cliff.
You'd better hurry up and catch,
Catch it before it slips.
There it stands at the edge,
Walking and wanting to jump.
Reminiscing the times that brought it there,
And hating the things that won't work.
It wants to jump, but knows it's stuck.
It won't get out very easily.
So I guess this is life,
And without a knife,
This love will be stuck there forever....
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