Short Cruelly Poems
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Dim its room; as if the light
Day's benign, too cruelly burned.
Drowsy kept; as if that heard
Polite whirred, painful turned.
‘ A Snake In The Grass … ’ 19th Senryu
A Snake In Tall Grass
Strikes, Bites and Cruelly Laughs …
‘ Did It Hurt’ It Asp
peter thiel almost un-real, wants to link
His workers, to the buzzing field.'
The pc-screen; mind.' This
Matter is so cruelly
Obscene.!
Drops falling.
The tears of gods
Forgotten or forsaken
Tapping at windows
Begging for repentance
Those
Cruelly recalcitrant
To their design.
Sometime spiders make bad bets
when they trap files into their nets
And as they seize the victim’s wing
there’re cruelly killed by hornet’s sting.
The smoke tasted similar to
tea-kettle steam, mixed with
the least cozy of rustic
woodland incenses, forming
a cruelly mellow and inconsequential
flavor, bland to mind, body, and spirit.
Drenching down in dark,
quietness would sadly hark,
the pleasure of turmoil,
to befall and cruelly spoil
the peace and calm,
singing a cursed psalm,
ceasing smiles to sway,
taking the radiance away.
Beautiful in every way you are
Though the you is presently her
And the aforementioned me
Has not been mentioned of late,
Though understandably so
Oh, how the waves change so
Quickly, Casually, Cruelly
Form:
Time passes by slowly
so slowly it drives me mad
so slowly it chains my body
like nothing ever had
I count the days
They just seem to crawl
so cruelly they smash me
with cold blood they kill my soul
and I die
Slowly
earth turned bald.
skyscrapers loom bold.
waste hideously piled.
toxins profusely spilled.
nature cruelly defiled.
we stand greatly appalled!
April. 4. 2023
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Death, the howling, moaning wind
The dying can't ignore--
It scratches at the window pane
And slaps the shudder door.
Then cruelly taps upon the roof
With incessant, mocking strain--
And stops, but only for a breath,
Then begins to howl again.
I dare not sleep and dream again;
For I cannot bear the cost--
Reminding me, and cruelly so
Of what I had, then lost.
How blessed I would dreamless be,
That I might long forget--
To sleep bereft of reverie,
And absent all regret!
--Mel
When I look back
I don’t recognize myself
Was that me
bad-mouthing my parents
Was I that mean
Did I say that – to my sisters
Criticizing friends so cruelly
always speaking foolishly
Who put that tongue in my mouth
Was that me
Richard the Third
was cruelly absurd.
He merely on whim,
disposed of who opposed him.
Cardinal Bourchier,
as matter of procedure,
did Richard’s bids
and hid the kids.
Henry Tudor,
Richard’s extruder,
challenged the Ring
and then became King.
The End.
Reaching for boundless expression
that love demands, that love insists upon,
that love violently and courageously pushes
itself into a frightening and all encompassing vast
of joy and sex and vulnerability that connects and corrupts
just to be cruelly interrupted by the number six.
Maybe it is not fair,
that I have been
clinging to an idea of you—
because maybe
the real you—tempered between
my fits of desires and invention—
carries less music,
walks a busier street,
is too mundane—too prosaic
to haunt me the way
my dreams cruelly
reimagine you.
8.10.25
lodged in an ugly crack on the burnt wall
of a cruelly battered brick building
in a war-wounded city,
is a fragile nest of feather tufts and twigs
rebuilt again and again by one
now joyfully chirping !
When you fell, I pick you from the ground,
When you needed me I was always around,
When you were upset, I would dry your tears,
Through dark nights I’d fight away your fears,
I was with you through all of those years,
And now I’m in this world all alone,
To life’s curb I’ve been cruelly thrown.
But softly the myriad snow flakes fall
These infinite flakes of purest white
Like pure white down of angels wings
Floating gently from heavens height
But this is no heaven sent delight
This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers
For harshly touched is the naked earth
When touched by winters icy fingers
Form:
45 rpm tossed aside
spinning again no more,
old, unwanted turntable
cruelly cast out of a door;
in the attic kept away
gathering dust silently,
not unlike a transient life
to the end pointing surely;
music fading, we following,
fleeting like a crazy dream,
meaningless and forgotten,
no better than a 45 rpm.
Born to early
Left with a permanent reminder
Difficult arrival into this world
Such a tiny tiny survivor!
You’re life has its battles
Though you never complain
Even when life is cruelly unfair
Treating you “not the same”
Tiny tiny survivor
You fought so hard to stay
The sweetest miracle
Perfect in every way!
Ah my dear girl, how you show hidden treasure
In awesome and innocent ways
Small actions spark cold, thrilling pleasure
I pant at your power displays
Legs crossed to perfection, so cruelly they mock!
Lithe hands tug the cuff of blue jeans
Toes pointed slightly, you peel off your sock
Revealing your bare naked dream
Around, all around,
the dark memories gather.
My dread grows
as the headsman's axe
falls against my neck.
It severs me,
and darkly my blood drips
to the cold,
uncaring tombstones.
In unholy terror
I flail madly
while the Reaper
laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my blood falls
upon uncaring eyes
This is your love.
in a war-wounded city,
in an ugly crack on the
burnt wall of a cruelly
battered brick building,
is a lovely, fragile nest
rebuilt again and again
and again by one now
joyfully chirping at the
smiling, new morning!
Past decade decayed in a mist of crimson
Last barricade barraged to escape this prison
The Shades of grey flow through my faulty prism
Light betrays - plain sight - guards march me back to my chasm
Cleaning crew - white suits - red spatter
Leaning cruelly towards me - empty eyes - soulless laughter
No body
Chains hold me
Cold so coldly
Form: