Short Deflates Poems
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Her love for you is like a balloon
High up in the sky, announcing to us all
Just know that when it deflates
She won't remember the small air ball.
My tongue
has no more blood;
no tissue to slide through my teeth.
I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
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The bluff, bump and bluster turn
to blunder asunder with hisses.
As ego deflates with a myriad of
mistakes and chaotic miss-hits,
it dismisses an over-inflated sense
of power and influence
down the off-ramp.
RISE
iNtEnSiTy Of BeAtS, trapping hailstorm in landlocked gorge.
nose flARes as I procure brisk air, balloon deflates at dread’s
FALL
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balloon of consciousness expands
after a while, the ballon deflates
both ebb and flow delights
tranquil toroidal heart
bliss energised stillness
renews its pulse within itself
animating the vast vibrant void
mirroring eternal living light of Self
Happiness is like a balloon.
It comes in all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
Sometimes you might lose it, or someone takes it away.
Sometimes it pops or deflates.
But you must have the will to blow up a new balloon,
knowing no one else can do that for you.
For then, it wouldn’t be your balloon.
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Perfection is an illusive pastime,
an unending quest that hides delusion
in uncharted diversions on life's path;
Distractions litter obsession's by-pass,
obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance,
opportunity deflates in despair;
Again,again the siren's call beckons
innocent naivety to regard-
mediocrity nervously breaks down.
Joyful child runs to the sea
following footsteps
in red,
spattered
sand
She stops mid stride,
a gasp
deflates her
as blue
turns to
red
Blood soaked devils
stab
and slash
and
laugh
Tears fall
and she runs
away
in terror.
The teacher, the neighbour
and the whaler
kill innocents
When sleepless nights
and the absence of you
embraces me
When the call of dawn
with Gods orchestra
frustrates me
The pain inside
that does not subside
deflates me
The muted tears
that no one hears
forsakes me
You are my life
You are my world
Deaths changed me.
It as been 7 months tomorrow David I miss and love you so much xxxx
Form:
Unsteady stride, feeling weak, deflates any thought of pride. I have to pull it
together, find my stride.
Caught with my guard down, never saw it coming, the blow to my heart was
painfully numbing. Feel like I'm stuck on a merry-go-round, going in circles, never
gaining any ground.
I've been smitten by love many times in my life, but never before been cut to the
bone by such a cruel knife.
The instigator relates, we cheer.
Deflates nay Sayers
The instigator retraced all fears
Detest all stares
The instigator dissects dialect
The instigator obliges his faith
What phase? The instigator
Emblazed freeze gaze.
Counsels full LAWS.
Legal eagle at the cause.
The instigator has
FAME No game.
The instigator takes flight
Ignites surprise
Do fly red eye
Nice GUY GOOD GUY
GOOD BYE
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Like wrappers on a carnival street,
So bodies litter Bama Town;
As time deflates these body balloons,
Flies gyrate in their flowing fluid.
Above them wafting their flag
That shred them like potato chips
And mindful of why? And why?
‘‘Infidel must die’’, they post.
Then comes afar a zombie voice,
A retreat voice from Cameroon:
''Blame us not mother land;
If only we had airport armoured cars.''
Seek not Bama in map tomorrow,
Vorbei ist vorbei,gone is Babylon.
An empty destination
knowing not where paths may lead.
Un forsaken is the day
when the bloom turned into seed.
Relentless is the nagging
of what could have taken place.
In hind site takes its toll,
removes the smile from my face.
Like a butterfly back to the form
of its beginning state.
Its beauty wiped from existence
a tattered heart as it deflates.
The wholeness of the picture
as I'm watching from afar.
An uneasy thought emerges,
for my skies's missing a star.
You would think that
the true greatness of mankind
would be to assist and promote
the greatness of others....
But...the overinflated ego
deflates, with it's superimposed image...
squezzing out the last ounce of fortune
to feed it's own hunger and thirst
......for power,
where it finds itself
surrounded by the powerless,where
it finds itself now,most powerful...
You would think that
true greatness,is in the support of...
versus the comparitive opposite
You would think.....?