Short Cringes Poems

The sun sets on fringes
As the tired day cringes
Hope in the sky hinges
On tinges of twilight
As the night sky infringes
On my thoughts, that singes!

4.7.2021
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: Bite size Poem no.10...

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Today dear wifey poo will be having cataracts removed
This weenie here cringes at the thought, heartily disapproves
Rather use a cane
No needle that's insane
To inflict this torture, surgeons are surely unmoved...

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MOVIE
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
2014

I call her Movie
Because she moves day and night
A shadow drama on the white wall
Winks for milk
Her world cringes into a saucer
She mews
Says me and you
We make this world for each other...

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Dapper coachman frog wore his top hat with star power
He travels this route regularly, always at the thirteenth hour.
His steed is a caterpillar who hails from the Bigtown Bower.
He cringes sometimes, when there is a storm or hard rain shower....

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Winds sing harshly, 
And nature gone extinct. 
The earth has softened, 
Though the sky is in a rage. 
A silent echo is monstrous, 
And life cringes for change. 
Harsh words release a beloved temper, 
While the knock sings to the lesser instinct....

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An empty bottle cringes then 
A lone moment traces
A hollowness in soul.

Twisted truth of surviving on 
Coldness only embraces
To puzzle more. And more..

An uneasiness emerges then
An introspection cries 
Only to let me know..

I'm having an old friend for dinner.

8-3-2019...

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I said yes
But you have not returned
From your far away summer
While here the winter cringes
For this bed has no shadow
That tells a memory
Of love unmelting in its  sheet
But I night and day
Wander throught the sleet
Of falsehood
As though some madeness must explain
Your authorship of pain....

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Along a country roadway,
a kitten cringes, lost,
wet and hungry, dirty.
What is the human cost?

Abandoned to the elements,
no refuge there in sight.
It faces thirst and starving
and dreadful coming night.

Why do people feel that
It's okay to do such things?
That neglect and cruelty
make them into kings?...

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"The door kisses the window poor doormat cringes"
                             The poet stops his pen and his toad wife binges
                                         On ants flies and ice-cream
                                             Poet begins to dream
                           But on her next scheme his whole poetry hinges...

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Don't think of sucking what you can out of me,
You'll never leave me weak;
Teeth that graze
In a drunken haze
Do you even know what you seek?
A dance in fire?
I laugh at that desire!
Your eyes will get burned;
Cloudy vision 
Inept precision 
Haha 
There's nothing you can steal,
Beneath the layers 
reality cringes, 
Nothing of you is real...

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Startled by the hallucination
of himself upon the wall
The man of a compromised conscience
cringes with apprehensive velocity


Debilitating panic emerges
with a disconcerting air of predictability
Transporting him, intangibly, to a setting that prohibits
his own narration
Forcing him to endure his biography
without any preferred revisions...

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THE WORTH OF A MISER’S DAUGHTER

total exposure upon a couch, soiled in gold -
a thing to be used, a miser’s daughter.
he’d not thought her of any worth.
she quivers behind a mask.

at first – a blood red moon
floated past her window.
she cares no more for the blue
sky nor clouds nor dress

her soul cringes behind the pale moon mask

9/13/2016...

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He cringes in fear, his legs wobble,  his young wings scared stiff;


                     below the nest yawns a dark, deathly chasm of  what if;


                                                   plunges into space,

                                            flaps, slows down the pace;


               ah, new-found  freedom of flight,  across, around the home cliff !...

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Santa Badger can handle it Mrs. Badger said.
She was in charge, and this is not in my head.
I have seen the two together, she gives him no leeway.
He cringes from her directions by the end of their day.

Santa Badger was a pushover and gave much away.
Bunnies, hedgehogs, and mice soon showed up to play.
Let’s go out and eat, one of the mothers suggested.
By end of the day Babysitter Badger’s nerves were sorely tested....

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Polluted water is where I kneel down
I'm thirsty but there is nowhere else to drink

My small cup
fills to the dirty brim
to meet my parched lips
gritty flavor
my tanned face cringes
dry tongue excites
tight fingers move again
swollen legs strengthen 

knowing tomorrow
stomach will be so noisy
little parasites
should I have gone without drink
for now I feel refreshed

Tuesday, October 19, 2021
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Listen to poem:

I fed the magpie scraps of bread
stay home
sentinel now perched, outside my house
essential travel only
'tis Spring, nice to get out and about
those swoops and jabs can really hurt
no friends in house
nice to feel the warm sun on skin
wear a spiky hat
only exercise for one hour a day
my dog cringes inside, bird-shy
only buy the basics
love the rain, umbrella helps
jab-shy, got the jab anyway
the dish ran away with the spoon...

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Midnight, Cerberus roams across the sky,
Chasing stars and barking upon the fly.
Hound of thunder, cloud riding the air,
With three heads and snaky tail awry.

Lightening cracks like a whipping lash,
Indoors, onlookers make a wild dash;
To escape the unnatural fiery glare,
Of the monster mongrel raining ash.

My pet dog cringes in abject fear,
Crawling into a box he is near,
Huddling low in the safe wooden square,
While the hell-hound doth sullenly sneer....

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Where doth cheery robin go?
 Will she return?
What if carnivore owl finds her?
 
Where is mother?
The veil is ambiguous.
I hear her voice.
I get calls from her phone.
A land line.

Death.
Wasn’t she supposed to be a permanent good bye?
But the veil is rising.
There is a new hello.

I miss her phone calls.
Return one. This number is no longer in service.

Hoot! Hoot! My native American side cringes.
Does my sorrow dance.

Where is my mother?
Is this her way to say hello?...

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