Short Crueler Poems
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Monday night in my blue flesh
Shouldn’t complain it’s cold
Minnesota will be much crueler
and much warmer too
cozied up with the grandson crew
and their cockapoo
11/14/2022
While playing the card game “Euchre”
The phrase you've been “Trumped” causes furor
Yanks have been thumped
Or perhaps “Trumped”
It's not just a card game, it's much crueler
We're in a cold, lonely paradise called love
Each fight hits harder
Each cold word crueler
But each kiss warmer
And each embrace tighter
Love can be bitter
But it can also be all that is good!
Thus left, whilst shrunk before it
World, as outsider
Knew it, through quivering dread
As a whole, crueler.
Then, once reached for, nor let drop
One hand of friendship
As soon felt, as gift therein
With the all, kinship.
Nazi crematoria
Murderous euphoria
Millions murdered and martyred
Human lives bargained and bartered
A tsunami's devastation
The tears of a nation
Gentle Nature's hand crueler
Than the most dastardly ruler
To God do we turn in sorrow
Ineffable, His answer -- Tomorrow
I haven’t anything to say,
Or any tale to tell,
Admitting that I might as well
Refuse to write today.
There isn’t any crueler crime
Or evil any worse
Than writing nothing in a verse,
And setting it to rhyme.
But other poets I have read
Have often written to
Impress themselves, or else a few
Professor-friends instead.
Words have shaped me like a sculpture,
Like liquid poured into a mold,
Words have feasted on my soul crueler than a vulture,
Tearing me apart, splitting me open, leaving me exposed,
Words more painful than a pus-filled ulcer,
Left me trembling, huddled in a corner with my eyes closed.
Words have killed me, I was overexposed,
My mind slowly rotting, decomposed.
Form:
We built this house
With bricks and blood
We knew the cost
And we died in the dark
So you could live
In the light
In the hardest moments
Tears fell from our eyes
Innocence ripped from us
The world is cruel
So we were taught
To be crueler
To build a future
A better future
For you
For me
For us
We built this house
With bricks
And blood
fork has many interpretations
connotations
as do
eviscerate
slaughter
butchery
all can mean less than they
appear to be
context is important
but War
War is the foulest of foul words
a word that only the dead hear correctly
the living
choose from a lexicon of oaths
they may banter
or throw stones
but War
War kills every word
in the dictionary
even to the last
blood-soaked letter
Three Roses
Three roses all in array
Let me still capture while I may
And try to remember another time
When you were young
and we were strong
The roles we felt we had to play
To help you blossom and not sway
From the crueler winds that might bend
you in a different way
But you prevailed against the gales
To be where you are today
You keep on sprouting as we grow old
Now you are strong because of love
And now three roses have their buds
2001-2005-2008
within my solace the beating drums
of human war is sacrificed and then
there is no more 'human-war.' Only
the lingering moaning cries of all
these wounded souls who fought for
naught but still won their remaining
lives...
and feelings are the greatest
casualty but the blood pours out
in vast spreads of crimson roses
that fill the despaired fields
of Spirits who weep too.
Death is cruel but sometimes
Life the crueler!
:: 03-29-2017 ::