Short Cut Into Poems
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What sweet Vanilla smell,
as gilded memories pass through.
Dwelling on works as they transcend
and cut into-
Aromatic Vanilla.
murmuring voices disturbed thoughts
meaningless whispers distracted dreams
music of mind cut into pieces measured
god is talking to me they dont believe
Form:
The scroll was undone
and cut into squares
making it easy to write on both sides;
Then sewn up,tested and tried-
Soon the Good News soon spread,far & wide.
A fine poet and doctor is he
But my chats with him stopped suddenly.
He cut into me good.
It makes sense that he would
since his specialty is surgery!
Layers of butter and thin
Filo dough well chilled
Cut into triangles and
Begin rolling the
Large end to small one
Baked crescent
Moons.
pork steaks, cut into small bits
an onion, chopped fine
a nice hot fresno pepper
strong, yellow curry
garden-fresh peaches
combine and
feast!
blood oranges live up to their name
When you cut into them
their insides are crimson
as if they are alive
with blood, but unlike our blood
it was not blue before the cut
Layers of butter thin sheets of
softened dough well chilled
Cut into triangles and
Begin rolling the
Large end to small one
Baked crescent
Moons.
A wail escapes from its bow
Each note rising, ebbing
To cut into my pinch of ache;
While strings quiver on flesh,
A wail escapes from its bow.
A Prized Refrain
Cut into pieces,
Alone completely,
Passionate about respect,
Resourceful,
Intelligently viable,
Correct about truth and God,
On the money with dreams,
Rejunvanative health,
Not in love anymore.
Pieces of me
Fell to the floor
Scattered about
Tattered and torn
Cut into shreds
Are pieces of me
A past with no future
That left me to bleed
Tossed out is the old
What's left is today
Tomorrow's my future
And I'll be okay
Form:
a lopsided asymmetrical haircut is the one for me
I want my bangs cut into fierce dagger points
straight across and even is boring and bland
I am an artist; I like messy, sloppy, haphazard stuff
these ways suit me fine
in my dress, my surroundings and my man.
Lost in love,
Found in pain,
Can't get out,
All in vain.
Keep you with me
All my life.
Your words cut into me
Like a knife.
I lay in your arm,
Staying out of harm.
Keep me there,
Because i know you care.
Lost in love,
No more pain,
Don't want out,
Not in vain.
as the waters split into pieces
and the land formed itself
the day went longer than
than the sky, and deeper
than the sea
its form was
shaped it broke
F R E E
escaped
as it fell lower
than the sea floor
but higher
than even the sky
the ocean was split
into five.
He had admired the sunflowers on his way in.
Most were vibrant, these were over the top glowing.
After dinner he was astounded when his hostess cut into them.
He almost stopped her, before realizing they were not real.
This was a cake? He had never in his life seen anything like it.
A scarlet scar on the left knee
Hair on my head I cut into chops myself
I dash out from under my weighted blanket of warmth
I am allowed one cup of coffee and one cup of tea
A weak stomach from an ulcer doesn’t keep me from writing.
Will a poet walk into my life? Will I ever have that partner?
MONDAY
Climbing the steep hill of Monday
Is starting to pall,
And the warm crest of Wednesday lunchtime
Is forever just two steps out of reach.
The rocks and slips of the rising
Cut into my soul and weary me:
Before I even set my best foot forward,
Or get my first wind, I'm starting to fall.
When you look at the word
sad it is pretty word
no not the meaning
but the look of it
the way s and a seem to bow to each other
Where the d stretches upwards
Then there is evil
the way the v seems to cut into the word like a blade
And love seems to finish after the v
and C??L always seem to be watching
Feeling the wind of my transgressions blowing in my face like the cool night air. I cut into the bittersweet memory of my past, finding a hollow satisfaction. For Knowing that my own choices will come with the cutting feeling of an addiction. While searching for the next pleasure the scent of my past seduces me.
Moon is shining,
window to the soul,
stare through
the paper doll,
wallpaper hearts
are raining
water rivulets,
leading lines.
Into the ocean,
dreams and wishes
washed up
the rocky shore,
starry expanse,
scars and clouds,
laughing scissors
cut into flesh.
Forget the heart
and hopes behind,
learn to forget,
remember that.
Original slices of fine white bread,
cut into the humans figure,
organs built from rusted bolts an stories untold
true dilemma,
when fabricating this mish mash of broken souls,
but yet did this creation survive,
living not intending to die,
I am the creation of forgery,
Probably why,
these visions are lying to me.
I cut in the morning, in the shower
Where it shows on my arm
If my sleeve rides up.
People see how hard it gets.
I stop the whirlwind inside.
Slice open the bellowing madness.
Cut into hurt too deep to allow.
Stab at dark thoughts that circle and gather.
Self-Surgery.
Takes away pain.
Restores balance and a healthy mind.
Greeness can be creative
Shrubs can be cut into different shapes
Animals, umbrellas and furnitures
Vehicles can be creative
With different designs and shapes
Fruits can be creative
Can be cut into different characters
Flowers and birds for decorations
It is a marvelous creation of man
For the beauty of arts and their followers
Your sour words cut into me
Sweetly
As they roll off the tip of your snake tongue
They dance down my rough back
I caress your scales softly-gently
And though I know its deadly,
I watch your fangs sink into me deeper and deeper
Until I’m filled with your poison
Now paralyzed and unable to move
I know, that none of this is true.
My life is a sculpture made of clay,
Molded of the trials and triumphs of the day.
Break of dawn, shake the shingles and free,
Come dusk I'm cut into this statue and sleep.
Sunlight hits and clay cracks open,
Breathing the sounds and light seeps in.
Sunset, dusk is here - back in the mold.
No more light, frozen in time - the opposite troll.