Short Cul De Sac Poems
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Conformity
Shackles
The
Mind
Creativity
Squashed
Pacing
The
Hopeless
Cul-de-sac
Swallowing
The
Dregs
Of
Society.
six old potatoes
soft and dusty in darkness ...
bottom of the sack
22 February 2023
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
on dream's longest road;
pursuit of empty glory
vanishing light, obscuring...
stalled by cul-de-sac;
journey was meant to pivot
enlightenment awakens
Spring
ripples
through luscious
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of
poppies
red.
mother was a stranger father
monstrous demon
metabolised
my tooth hurt meadows red
mysterious youth beckons
softly
no one is perfect
nothing is perfect
perfectionist is a neurotic
lost in his dark cul de sac
Form:
Brooding in the uncertain footpath
A new slant is not seen nearly
Holding back to think clearly
Which steps to follow next
Dwelling in a bleak
Dead end tunnel
Hoping to
See the
Light
2-15-2016
I've chosen this path
to take by my own free will
I'm in no hurry
at this cross section
the road less travelled is good
I'm glad to be here
in this cul-de-sac
of sedentary and still
thinking, as an art
a time capsule locks inside my head ~ box of gray matter lined with lead
pipe dreams and u bends from a life i led ~ sealed off now until i’m dead
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Howmanysyllables 2x17
02/27/23
AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe—
To a life lived by the book, beside.
A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread,
When doctrinaire or fanatic is read.
A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, soaring!
Literature—a proclaimed soul-stirring engineering.
Cul de sac
Cul de sac
not to turn back !
Pure destined :
Determined.
Inevitable
Not changeable.
Entrance without exit
to meet
blind lane.
Amen !
02/09/23
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Contest by Edward Ibeh
I travelled like the sun in the sky
With route unknown and path unsaid
Lone to shine like gold in the day
Unremembered, assumed to be okay.
As I search and search for the end to this all
A cul de sac, a blocking wall
My prayers go unheard and I travel on.
Spring
ripples
through luscious
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of
poppies
red.
10/10/2020
Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream”
Ice Cream lyrics by Howard Johnson 1927
LICKETY-SPLIT
pied piper’s sprint
in a child’s cul-de-sac
dishy melody
little legs come running forth
taking their licks in no time
9/18/2020
His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside a shack.
A siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.
A man in blue (a maniac?)
took aim and made the morning crack .
Like stones around a cul-de-sac,
six bullet holes frame Michael's plaque.
The infant
in that Isuzu
Doesn't find this
Funny one bit.
Crossing the cul-de-sac
I was even disciplined
for doing so
without guidance.
And to what avail?
Pink berets, tightening
my hair down
into the summer sun.
It was that movie
that perhaps changed
things.
Or was I the
Impostor all along?
Just think what we went thru to get here?
Was it worth it?
Each and every event and incident?
All unique and memorable
or not, depending on the outcome
There are those who revel in loss
And those who like success
Both are equal of opposite spectrums
Like the string on a yoyo
Forever tangled together
There are words
sermonizing unto others
yet silence can tell no lies
Outside some unknown soul taps
at the Window
The wind swirls
at a given time
Mother nature is perplexed
The corridor will led us to a cul de sac
where the silence
plies its own truth
where shadows darken,
merging with the night
snow
d u s t e d
t
n a
u i
o n
m s
nestled sleepily
amongst~
verdant cul-de-sac
mental obstacles impede
interferes slows down
obstructs progress that
can be made
closes off cuts off
future progress that
should be made
allowing the past
mistakes to overtake
the memory
hindering any movement
in a more positive direction
creating a stand off
standing at a dead end
within the cul-de-sac of the mind
"I am not a through street",
said the girl, metaphorically,
and her boyfriend clapped.
She thought he was being sarcastic
and didn't approve of that.
"Neither am I a cul-de-sac",
and this time he laughed
and dropped his cigarette.
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8/21/15
Contest - Least Views
Sponsor - Casarah Nance
5th place win
foam that will blind me
chemicals that will call me home
freefall so expensive
i can only afford to live
food that will hurl me
ingredients that will point at streetlights
vomit so extensive
i can only afford to starve
money that will hitch rides
mint that will lead to a stuffy nose and blurry vision
inflation so intensive
i can only afford to dream
Delectable dreams of sweet treats
chasing after the ice cream truck.
Lunge for that strawberry eclair,
fast like your life depends on it.
A street’s dead end cul-de-sac meets
flavors that leave children awestruck.
At three each day they wait aware,
warms days they’re eager to commit.
Anxious to hear that rhythmic blare,
soon they’ll taste that banana split.
Listen to poem:
The Rare Rainbow at Night
David J Walker
by the hundreds
my regrets gather in the
cul-de-sac end of each day
each with its own number
each its own name and
definition connected to
a list of possible synonyms and
well defined antonyms of sins
committed in the past
the atonement of another tonight
is attached to a rainbow
i cannot see
until the morning
22 Falcon's in a row flying
side by side in formation
Upon a suicide mission
To save a flailing meerkat
Far away from home way off course
Into a blocked trap cul-de-sac with
no way out
Begin dropping 1 bye 1
Until and so 44 broken feathered wing's
Can be used to make Dream Catcher's
In order to be sold in generic gift
shops tent off the reservation
As daylight crept away, defeated
A darkness called me to be seated
Beneath a tree that was no more
Beside a silenced, absent, shore
a cold wind chuckles
passersby turn from her greeting
cul-de-sac trash swirls
a fallen sparrow
feathers riffle in the cold
a bitter wind howls
their hats now tilted
snowmen lean into the sun
carrots sniffing springtime