Short Corrugated Poems
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It's unleavened bread
served at Passover seders
symbolic of haste.
Square-shaped and corrugated
it looks like a big cracker.
I'm getting old,
I have a suspicion.
How do I know?
Corrugated skin
and sunspots
of road map
composition.
If multi colored
would paint
a rainbow.
Truly named Acme
We fed cardboard sheets
into a machine in steady flow
corrugated boxes the result
boxes to be filled with wares
endless capitalism perpetuated
aisles of antiques
corrugated with named streets -
cups, saucers and book bindings
…stomach’s churning. i’m paying,
booking with dog-eared treasures.
7/27/2021
Sparkle beautiful sun
Corrugated ripple mountains run
Violent blue skies embrace
The pearl white sky in tangent winds
Blows from east to west
Bright lights dispersed the shadows crest
Translucent emeril horizontal vision quest
Somber viewed hue, such an embossed view
10/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
You are a partner in time
(You are not the victim. You are the director.)
Moving along the corrugated line.
We must live in the heavens
(Love is everything.)
As the inner compass becomes your entire world.
But then there goes the cannonball.
(Oh, how you watch you move as cannonball!)
The mighty dense thought,
The fatal blow
Rushing along
The corrugated line.
Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the stripes of paper
and the glue,
In the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of collaged letters.
with corrugated metaphors
Sightless Find the weakest point.
let that guide
your hand
the transparent rose
cellophane
wrapped candy
shall flow
in libation of sound
pour down
like a quirky rainstorm
bouncing
like silver
coins
on the sidewalk
of your mind.
You are now standing
at epicenter
of violence.
It was an original trauma
for unknowables.
You intend to stride
straight through frozen limbs
cuddling the statement in love
with slaughter.
The alveoli will speak
for corrugated windows.
Going nowhere from here
to find the answers for fallen truths.
I have not understood
the concept of lying nude
in terror.
Musical chairs
will decide.
Who wins the bomb ?
Satish Verma
He was a raised hand,
Striking down his past.
Delivering sutures
To each of the futures
He touched.
Braying of donkeys
Echoing in his background.
A passing cloud,
Thundering loud
Smatterings of thought,
Like intermittent rain
On corrugated tin.
Ridges of grey matter
Rising, then falling
To the beat
Of felonious assault
,
Hard, soft meeting
Life, entering death
Arm in arm,
With rage.
I grew up in a one roomed shack
a king size Coca-Cola space
crammed like Marlboro cigars in a pack
a place I ran to for defense
my home which some see as a plight
where my family had to find the right way
it was my bedroom at night
my mother's pantry by day
a lounge where my dad like a doc upon a cadaver dissected
The Star while his kids goggled at Luxor television
I grew up in a shack protected
by corrugated irons walls of a mansion
The horror of it
Fear that is ingrained in me
I saw a dire man
Wanting to take out my eyes
So that he may see again
The terror I felt
Even as I did wake up
Pain enveloped me
Corrugated through my soul
I had never felt this way
Fear instilled in me
As I checked my eyes again
They’re still there I see
I hope to never feel that
Never see terror again
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Leonora Galinta's "Waking up" contest
11/22/2012
Inside this temple made of brick and clay
the many shades of your heart
are the prisms of my soul
Pinioned and shackled to your fires
we are vaulted by our own desires
two lovers breathing as one
Outside this prison of hell stands my nemesis
buried behind its boulders I am decaying
like a rotting apple de-pitted then discarded
Bitwise assaults to my soul,
I summon courage and finally break out
of this ridged corrugated pas-a-deux.
Would not stay put with tether cut,
would leave its corrugated hut
to feed on berries and the nut ;
all mackintosh with string waist,
split boot on the open road,
worn leather from the tarmac's goad,
lover of the aimless fork
and the wayward milestone ;
drawn on by life, surpassing
as the sky-line constantly recedes,
supine in a fungal dell,
high on cloudless night,
receiving there through venal wires
tomorrow's bearing from the stars.
(From mysticseed)
In froths of a sky never ever ending,
she throttles like a half—shelled woman
slow to prance in the midst
of obedient breeze,
her movement wrapped
like a hundred cider vines...
How orange are her nights.
This hue burnt by sways
of corrugated leaves ; a crown
adorned with pearlized sequins
turning tangerine in kaleidoscopic
swirls of atumnal hues, this drift of
charmed elegance only fall can muster.
Seasonal Bliss Contest, Regina Riddle
Completed desire to like delight:
Corporate classified diligence prism pilot life;
Corrugated formed indulgence;
Wondering sold bought reverent;
~
Darkened patches lights;
On your night tried strife;
Such is the way plight;
Garnish seen eyesight;
~
Delighted life indulgence reverent;
Lit lighted strife eyesight plight;
10/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023