Short Discards Poems

after Mandela
nice laws - then Blacks play race card -
merit drowning with discards...

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Soul discards body, to get another ~
Celebrate death, deluded grief smother

10-May-2022...

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Jacob don't snob,
All others died but you just limp,
Contain your ego within realism,
Obsession discards good fame,
Beware of your luck joyfully....

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Memory has a selective ring
    lets slip unpleasant things 

  Basks midst prism's colors, prelude to first light 
    discards unlit alleys, moon-less nights...

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No Man could ever ascent the 

Ladder of love


Unless


From his heart, the heavy load 

Of hate discards!





(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
  15 September 2015...

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     a morsel of this
       a crumb of that
     a string, a stick, a stone
       
     a robin scours around
       the nearby ground ~
     discards make her nest a home
...

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She transforms her attire
from blue to red
she gently ushers her fiery friend
to his westward bed
They've spent the day together
But now he's gone and out of sight
So she slips on her sparkling black number
That she discards at first light....

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Rancid tomato
decaying slowly.

Every ounce of me
pressed out.

Throbbing head and
aching bones.

My body crushed
under expectation.

Not knowing how long
life will sustain. 

Ruptured wounds
slowly decompose. 

Losing color from
my veins.

Nobody notices while
I’m bleeding out.

Everyone discards
rotten tomatoes.



Berteena
Harmony of the Soul

13 February, 2019...

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Removing the sharpness
 of doubts corners
 Rounding off the edges
 of borrowed defeats 
 No room for either
 at this table of peace

 Examining the discards
 with prayer
 clothed in the sackcloth
 of meekness
 the spirit bends knees
 in humbled repentance

 Meekness bids the oil
 of forgiveness
 as humility bows
 to understanding
 while the ashes 
 beg the embers
 from stronger hands...

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Each day we struggle to survive 
Each night I hear the vioce outside 
my window struggle to eat
I am born from a country that 
expects perfection
But discards anyone who doesn't fit 
that profile 
Even though I love my country I 
wish we as a people could lose this 
sense of perfection
Because I know that we can not 
ever become absoultly perfect
I am a boy that knows that I am far 
from perfection, but this is my 
dream...

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“Lit” 

discards 
find another way
to light up a life

mothers displaced
in Crazyland 
shoot smiles

into the hearts
of their best 
and worst dreams

tinder burns easily 
uneasy histories 
caress life 

a long way 
down the track 
bruised memories

raise bars

rose glasses
remain 
lit

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



Marilyn Monroe / Young & Beautiful
https://youtu.be/LH41xAcPK0M
...

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Beyond these realms, there is no sense of fear,
Mystery reveals a different breath,
A warm embrace to hold the soul so dear,
While in her loving arms we wait for death,
And see her smile, at last she’s standing near.

The end is nothing, let her come tonight,
For death is merely beginning anew,
Thus trust the soul to know the time is right,
As it discards the dismal mortal view,
And leaves to dance within her sacred light.





Form: Sicilian Quintains...

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A killer roams these streets at night
all for pleasure, out of sight.
Prowling neath' a pallid moon,
the midnight hour approaches soon.
A surefire glance secures her prey,
she readies stance if she may
pace stealthily in quiet advance
and maul her catch with graceful prance.
She discards her victims at my back door
and slinks to shadow to kill some more.
Two stiff brown mice a careless bat
a curled up shrew and eyeless rat.
For my freindship with an alleycat....

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We are dry leaves 
once were fresh;
Green lush and alluring,
Same like you;
Sought fresh breeze,
Discharged rancid breath,
We were once,
source of growth,
But now we are aged 
No more use of tree,
Don't step on us,
Don't crush by foot,
Gives us pain,
Hurts our heart,
Pierces our soul,
We are dry leaves...
We once were fresh...
But its now autumn
We are back to earth
World discards aged,
But don't know we too 
were part of growth,


© Sadashivan Nair,...

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Lost in a maze of diversity,
Where answers often seem
Confused and complex.
As momentum has engulfed
The basics, creating layers
To confound any cortex.

The forgetfulness seldom goes
Perpetual, as genius eventually
Discovers the day.
When it strips away the waste
And the chaff, & simply discards
It to throw away.

Recalling that long-lost pleasure,
Easily uproots
Any unwanted pain.
As simplicity requires little 
Effort, and in general, is
Far less to explain....

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Listen to poem:

Yesterday’s Discards Going Fast
David J Walker

As soon as this pandemic is over
I am going to wander 
The isles of an antique store
And buy something I didn’t know 
I was looking for 

It was closed for a while 
So that those searching for 
Something from their past
Would be safe from the today at hand

And, 
the owners both knew there would
Be a grand demand for the discarded things 
Of the past
Come get them while they last
Yesterdays discards will be 
Going fast...

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Suns setting, stardust falling
Dawn rising, Skylarks calling
Flowers dance of different hue
But nought to compare with you

Painters paint, poets write
Sculptors work marble white
See things with eyes so true
But nought to compare with you

Natures kind, untold gifts
Discards grey, colour lifts
Seas of green, skies blue
But nought to compare with you

And when I wake at your side
From those dreams I did ride
Places visited seemed so true
But nought to compare with you...

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