Short Coagulated Poems

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Constructive

a thin film of pride
scorn'd by the green and vintage
merlot dialogues
coagulated thoughts, make
growing pains turn arthritic

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If I never learn to take criticism.....how will I grow?
Form: Tanka


Cogitating Chianti

Coagulated cogitating
as the result of partying with Jim Beam
or was it my buddy Bud?

Moonshine mulligrumps
from a chianti hang over
the edge of a pledge.

Thinking drinking leads
to stinking thinking
someone cogently said
but, stinking thinking
is exactly whats in my head.

So a little bubbly
brings a smile for a while
and a blank slate
upon which to cogitate.
© Sue Mason  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Independent Woman

She smiles upon coated slate.

Her skeletons become coagulated whispers
Of yesterday

Another blissful awakening
This shedding of redemptions’ sin
Under elastic dialects

Closure within ephemeral slow dances
Irregular beats of her drum

Now
Steadfast acoustic riffs
Forge constellations' new tomorrow

As she swims through cashmere laden sands
Without the need to float
On dependency’s raft

©Drake J. Eszes

Premium Member Slave No More

The Symbionese Liberation Army hushed
Dusk paved the way for a new day.

Who speak for poor, once rich?
Murderous men surmised-
Women, too, brewed wealth.

God forbid we stay enslaved,
Numbing, numbing, as with
Sexual molestations...
Chasing blood from our brain
Coagulated into pain.

We hurt ourselves not knowing
Why we pine, yet
Long before that final breath,
Moment after moment will meet us, 
Forgiving as new day's light.

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Avalanche

We forget,
the lethality of flesh,
beauty and terror of a chasm. A gorge
becomes a death trap, you are
buried in snow of unreasons.

It slips from the bones,coagulated
silence.It has its own voice,
when it transmits across our
failed arguments.The thirst lingers
on to stab each other.

Brotherhood.The birds were sharpening
their beaks,very discreetly.The black
sea waits for carcasses. I 
decide to donate my dead body to Anatomy
Lab.Eros ? Blank page ?




Satish Verma
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