Short Coughs Poems
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Where has the summer disappeared?
Maybe, it has lost its way somehow?
Or on wet road
It's legs have grown cold,
And now it coughs and cries?
Watercolor coughs
Madness fashions a smile
A star explodes (a prism)
Into the rented room
Where an unshaven man stares
At old cracks in a plaster
Wall
Red Sun
The engine coughs and sputters
Then roars and shows it’s ready
To catch the sun at Hilo
Rising from the sea.
Written 06/24/13 for Russell Sivey’s
Red Sun Contest....
Remember Pearl Harbor
Her fingers were crayons,pens and brushes
She spoke in coughs and spurts and gushes
she spat out rhymes and cryptoquotes
til someone sang the world she wrote
and named their child that colored poem
and found her secret way back home.
Form:
mid summer's dry spell
katydids swell the air
with a rain-cloud prayer
our painter's complaint
too hot to work, can't paint today
rain’s coming’ anyway
Win/win I get the day off
Hows-zat?! we ask;
the lazy painter coughs,
It's a lekker day!
7
the blades of the third eye open electric
sleep sits and runs for death
a coffin writes a promise with rich, ruddy dirt
a poet sinks in his eyes and coughs
winds ride the cold shout of crippled prayers
a wolf flows in distant sands
howling white moon
Injustice coughs its blackened breath.
And like bracken he wraps himself, prickly prickly, over the moss drenched mud.
The fog receads, its spite dulled.
Twisted branches fall, softly softly, leaving the gentle fern to protect the wild things that live beneath the hearth.
Ocean lights cigarette
Puffs mouthful smoke towards mountain
Tobacco clouds incarcerate the mountain
Later on....
Mountain coughs
Its skins are uprooted
Displaying crystal clear
Cancer-laminated
Black lungs of mountain
Dear buddy
I beg sorry
I don't wanna be another mountain
No one hears my silences
none seen beyond my mask
pain hidden by laughter's task
sadness pulls at either corner of my mouth
cottoned coughs explain
the unheld tears
hold on tight to fears
as self just disappears
and blank shadow
takes its place
just behind my face
the last single trace
A flare up for help—
Waving to Earth. Says: what
Could make an orbit
Go so cold?
The deep shine
Coughs in motion,
From its lust where
Its being gets caught in the way—
I say...
Burn, Stygian, burn:
When your own burn is low, I push
Its walls— (and let go) into this raw black hole.
The cat likes being under the chair
Which is why catnip is scattered there.
Coughs up fur ball and all kinds of hair.
He gives me an evil feline glare.
Find his challenge something I share.
We sit together without a care.
Red cardinal fly in on wings of air.
Cat eats it up like a sweet éclair.
With the world spinning deeper
Come to a resting point
On a mossy rock pile
Lounging in a river stream
Sickly coughs cover staggering breaths
Willow shadowed waves break on splintered souls
Reassembled
For a purpose unknown
The precautious pursuit
First appreciated
When the whirlpool world
Spun deeper
The house still sleeps,
Coughs, rustles, creaks
scuttle under my closed door.
The truck grumbles into the alley.
It used to be a barmaid
trashing bottles near
the house where I grew up
making pops and clinks.
Now it's trucks collecting bins,
dumping glass in their broad bellies
huffing away down the alley.
to see the hills
and tree's with palm
to feel the ocean on
my nose
to drink the wine
and rest on a bar
to write in the streets
but sleep in a room
to ride the bus absorbing
the pain
to stare at women and
their legs
to laugh as my buddy,brother,friend
coughs from the joint.
to drink for the cheers
of being alive
She has sat too long in the wind.
It stretched every plane of her face into smiles
Except for the sad mouth.
She carries her happy, laughing, children
Every one, on her shoulders,
Where their dead father would have.
She coughs, and sighs, and curses, and grits,
Until all that is left
Is the halves of dreams.
Loud we sway, those battle hymns
raunchy in bare light
Boulders broken are thrown wispy
Celebrating day
Some have lost pebbles, dancer's
glowing method
at last fortune
Blows us bare to rust mired blue
Our poison palms
Heavy coughs let moist unto
Salivation ringing
Whereby lust so proud gathers
Beneath potent sky
on borrowed time
traces of snow, black earth, roots
of devils hands that grasp at frost,
walls stenciled with cold growth;
a far dog coughs open a winter sunday,
but we are scared to peek under the crust,
so we tick and turn, waiting for
a dark better than this, come soon...
the light of your eyes has become
pale and diffuse, here and longer in ice
Masks are rare but not so coughs,
Yet here we are on board.
Hope that for our travels,
Sickness isn’t the reward.
Made it to the airport early -
5 a.m., a blur,
Our grandson coming for the ride.
(His dad was our chauffeur.)
Heading south to visit kin;
It’s nearly been a year,
But masked and boostered, here we go
‘Fore chances disappear.
lets pray on our knees
and ankles
elbows and knuckles
and repent
red clad priest coughs
blue blood
cups full of wet kisses
he will come again
in the last days
yellow butterfly hangs
by the thread
till they bleed he urged
us to plead
lord in heaven forgive
us please
green ushers walked
past silencing
the little children below
the age of three
Form:
Students at Work
See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
Form:
White clouds rose shining coughs in morning lamps phlegm squeezes thoughts weary
coffee mugs stain teeth flaking bones throb sermons pounding on ghosts open doors
hallways fill whispered names kiss lips lost letters smear ink rain beats windows thunder
awoke after midnight lightning struck sleep drifting in and out of eyes sunken beds groan
and moan dreams toss and turn till dawn
i left you in that house, that house i can never return to.
i didn’t mean to lose you, but i needed to leave and you wanted to stay.
as i turned back to call out your name, i saw the first flame.
i could have saved you. but i can't enter that house again.
we could have burned together. but i left instead.
i heard your screams and coughs.
but i can never enter that house.
I am at an Urgent Care
there is only one other person here
We are wearing masks but his is not effective
Because he is speaking on the phone
He is coughing up ponies, cats, dogs, and elephants
I move chairs to get a bit further away
He does not notice
I feel uncomfortable and unsafe
I want to get out of here before he coughs up a gorilla
They call my name and I do not mind getting weighed
Listen to poem:
I see a clearing
It's big enough to land in
The grass is short
No rocks or bumps
It's all clear for landing
My heart beats in panic
Tears of sweat run down my face
Fear grips my body
In expectant embrace
The engine splutters and coughs
Bangs erupt from broken wings
I hear my own screams
The smoke is acrid in flared nostrils
My flesh burning, stinks
Ah! I savour a touchdown, touche!
I was sad today
Never gave it away
Every smile more fake than the last
Every interaction so fast
I want to be alone
in my depression zone
Face aches from muscle strain
My search for happy in vain
Stop my tears with coughs and giggles
Stuck in sad so far from the middle
Born to be sad
I won’t get mad
Nothing good
in life I understood
No one to share
None who care
I was sad today
Never gave it away