Short Crusts Poems

Melted butter pools
Crispy crusts
On warm homemade bread



Contest:  Baker's Dozen
Sponsor:  Maureen McGreavy
10/05/18...

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An arctic chill crusts my beard

The wind whistles down my back

Slipping on a patch of ice

I think I just broke my crack...

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O’er March 14 pie crusts we kissed
On 4/20 joints we could twist
It’s hardly slumming
When your date's coming
May the 4th be with you for this tryst...

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I see shores of your being
I do not know the crusts
I will be glorified
My soul will mourn in peace
When time knocks
And opens my door
My aspirations will fly
To heavens unknown...

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rich 
cherry
flaky crusts

fiery ovens
birds await stuffing
potato salad bowls

delicious aromas drift
captivating waiting tasters

forgotten tree lights sparkle nearby
ignored~  the feeding frenzy begins....

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The word nobody dares
to speak.

Red rocks tower
over dry pools.
White salt crusts the rims.

Pathless,
the canyon maze
is a fractal landscape.
Self similarity deceives.

Panic
nests
in my stomach.

9/30/2017...

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The virtues, sacrificed
  By muscling vices,
Lay dying 
Across the dusty crusts of Earth.

The sky, once admirably azure, 
Now bleeds dark streams of gray 
Above the sight of flying vultures
Flapping, circling in wait....

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One night, I dreamt of black tracks 
Yet I had no idea where they lay; to be frank

Suddenly, I see a train turning into dust
Vanishing into nature's crusts

A spotlight brightened my dream:
Desire rose to hold dear moments once more...

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Words are easy
Words are cheap
Hard to swallow
With tongue in cheek

A clap for wonder
A clap of praise
Left to wander
An endless maze

Broken promise
Broken trust
Words hid under
Flaky crusts

Crush the honour
Hush the scream
Take the objects
Please leave the dreams....

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Creative Christmas Candy Canes 
Crunch cinnamon crusts 
Chasing and carousing, 
Curious cousins with cruising curiosity

Searching for Spend-thrift Santa 
Singing Silver Bells, 
Sugar Plum Sensitivity
Sashaying and swishing across stage

Lots of lively laughter
Luxurious lighting
Light hearted loveliness 
Looking toward next year’s Christmas...

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words lay eggs on paper.
           in time,
they break their prison shells,
          crawl out,
        eat and fatten

but may sneak out like hermits
           meditate 
     in the hard crusts 
           of silence

at the end of Metamorphosis,
        they flit round
        like butterflies
 
moving in crisscross patterns
           before our 
        perceptive eyes!...

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Good night to the smiling
moon asia land burnishing the
seascapes of you and me,

strokes of soapy filled waves
washing the shore brandishing
white sand, gleaming.

I was here before, with you and
you and you.

Twisting and scraping our way
like crustaceans lifting ourselves
parts one over the other till we no
longer were the sea but the limbs 
on trees dropping seeds back through
the crusts of time....

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Silly Season
Written: by Miracle Man
8-3-2019

The Democratic debates,
Are the Media’s “silly season”
This constant Gum beating,
Goes beyond the age of reason

What makes the media think,
To know, the people, have need. 
Candidates berating one another,
While for our vote they plead.

With tongue in cheek,
They make promises that are token.
Believing “Promises are like pie crusts”, 
Just made to be broken.
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jeté dans la boue

naked on the road to nowhere
scars of a blushing moon lost
behind crusts of petri'd cloud

blue burnt black an' edges brown
torn an' spread out all around

ittas if hope hushed a thousand words
baked under her tuscan sun
and his travels laid down and died

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silence can't utter past
winds in the road
high(speed) and ignant
a passage of life and her misery
awaiting a (re)turn
to (in)security in -a- (no)thing...

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I have opened the door of adventure,
A flood of emotion I'm assured.
Fear and grip in measures,
But I have chosen the hardest course,
To reach the glorious altar.
••••
Probate I treasured,
A policy of treason I shun.
Many times in my dreams,
The crusts itself,
Comes knocking,
But I've long lost the keys to my innermost fear.
••••
I have saddled my horse,
With whips across the valley's of grip.
With whims I trod the throne of thorns,
That loses their teeth against me....

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