Short Demolishing Poems
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flame polished
my
hands are wet
polishing flames
of
regret
names abolished
my
plans far fetched
abolishing names
a
nest
fame demolished
my
demands star bet
demolishing fame
at
best
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Form:
Some of them;
Fencing their fear by lies;
they know not,
but demolishing their fragile clay:
Stone by stone,
Thread by thread.
Then walking through their way,
having nothing,
But sword of gloom
and Psalms of curse.
Breathe i breathless.
Sleeping in a nightmare of unseen loveliness.
Restless in my mind and body.
Through a tunnel of devastating reckoning.
Crying sound of a wounded ostrich.
The echo of a oceanwaves demolishing sea afterlife.
My feminist touches cursed.
His enduring love of a dying poetical.
He dies in his lust of pleasure.
Both desire and aversion let’s put on pause,
for they should not exist and yet they appear,
so in the void of silence, look at the cause
of why ripples in consciousness our heart spear,
demolishing inner peace with its sharp claws,
manifesting thus at our core, a strange fear.
We discern fickle attention is to blame,
immersed in trance forgetting we are the flame.
Rain
falls softly
Refreshing, watering, reviving.
Ponds, streams, rivers, reservoirs
Flooding, raging, destroying
Demolishing buildings
Monsoon
Penned 7 November 2014
An artist am i
Human flesh my canvas
Blades my brushes
Mesmorising red lacerations my monochromatic palette
Soul demolishing agony my inspiration
Anguished creativity my flesh eating demon
Until painless perfection
Horrific scars my magnificent masterpiece
Annihilating criticism my only praise from this dispassionate world
Initiating the relapse of brutal expression again
Look toward today,
Forgetting the hurts of the past,
Only than will your dreams,
Materialize within your grasp.
We spend time and energy,
On troubles left behind,
Demolishing any hope,
Of finding God's design.
We fixate on the future,
In quest of our destiny,
But it's only in the present,
We connect with humanity.
Past, present or future,
Only in one of three,
Our thoughts will choose,
Where we want to be.
On the lush meadow
Serene ostrichs rest
Towering it with vigilance
Rheas they seem from distance
Indulging in sweet silence
Counting evey single chick
Huddled under their wide wings
Abdicating as everyone learns survival
Nurturing them with keenness
Demolishing parental worries
Warning them of stinging wasps
Always looking for new victims
Surrounding them with loud buzzing
Pugnacious and vicious as bulldogs
slayers they surely are
Not all tongue that wag
You dishonorably gag …
Of course not that of my Neighbor
Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor
For it doesn’t behind lag
And will ever out ***,
While demolishing knickers that sag;
Women that fripperies drag,
Hundreds of cosmetics bag,
Fun always pokes at a hag
Or lanes walk that zigzag
And in the church read a mag!
The tongues that sensibly wag
Should about it richly brag,
Even as their victims nag,
Their anger rocky crag.
Joe Can’t Go Home Again
By Elton Camp
It’s an especially bad feeling
Cherished memories stealing
A place one’s lived most of his life
Torn down is like the cut of a knife
It isn’t possible anymore
To enter a familiar door
Rooms where a man has slept
Are unworthy of being kept
Only an empty lot to see
Where home used to be
Poor Joe watches with utter dismay
As his long-time home is torn away
His emotions it does assail
Demolishing the County Jail