Short Disfigured Poems
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Gilded with gold foil
disfigured for most twilight
In the August Heat.
Written; August 11, 2021
What did we see
disfigured hunchback
then a butterfly flits by ~
God in-dwells both forms
13-September-2022
Oliver Goldsmith wrote plays&verse when he could
though disfigured with smallpox in childhood
Best known for'Deserted Village'
a discursive poem for that age
shadowed abstract on canvas
painting of disfigured hearts
discolored by broken vows
love's tainted portrait
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April 19, 2017
This illness scampers behind me for all eternity
It strikes me down when I least expect it, my mind’s internal storm
It is permanently attached to my disfigured soul.
Fictional or not, there never was an actual biologically disfigured hunchback in French literature. There was only a very sensitive clever Guy who did not like to leave his cat home alone.
Old, Broken, Disfigured Bodies, wake to face another day
Their Helping Hearts, Large with the Compassion of their Afflictions
Mirror, Mirror, Who is the Fairest of Us All?
Bonfires of instruments play faded relics
of song.
Hungry enough to steal,fingers beg,know longer
do they hold a lover or hope.
I am a disfigured statue vandalized by currency
of regret.
I’m learning how to recognize
the disfigured, defaced, disguised,
multiplied, masked, dehumanized –
my companions, scantily clad
in the social fabric –
do you recognize me?
2004 Fall
Lustifully
Overreaching
Vainly
Eager
Sensually
Public
Rendering
Everything
Alternatively
Disfigured
Sexual
Optimistically
Neurotic
Teenaged
Overdone
Always
Sexually
Tired
Water is not to be destined to it,
This much the desert too has known
And it lies calm, magnificent and daring.
So why thou sit lamenting over life in strife
Like the disfigured dry earth ground
Ever craving for more....
Will you suffer at your own hands?
A disfigured figure, a broken body
All 206 bones exposed to my eyes
When you lie in your bed,
Do you visualize your casket?
You need nourishment as you near death
So, fill your body with life
And fill your mind with worth
Form:
To thee I sing a dirge,
As I behold the mangled sight,
Pity, I couldn't turn back the hand of clock, or
Edit the disfigured pattern,
So grotesque as I watch, the
Time-worn piece in my front,
Reminding me of those far away years,
You came to be by my skilful hands.
Free from me, this gnawing Aggression;
To soften my Heart, concretely hard
Trampled under the Wheels of Progression-
Which have left me disfigured- scarred!
Via vox, I vow a pox,
Pour my hatred in unwav'ring Will
Mark my words, I shan't be stopped!
(But oft' my Hopes fall unfulfilled...)
Terrible dreams, nightmare hellish screams, tormented minds locked in a dream of unfathomable things of unthinkable things. Terrible dreams of tormented souls with half disfigured faces leaching into the minds of unknowing soul's. What dreams may come into the night probing fiercely into the minds to fright.
fourteen hundred children woke up and died
the squatting crows watched and waited
soon the many feet stopped stamping
stopped running
a cold clacking caw went up
black wings flew then hopped
amongst the burnt and disfigured
the guns stopped spitting
women came and went
their screams scattered the crows
The Bread and the Blood
the bread
the body of
Christ, beaten and tortured
disfigured, His likeness marred
for me
the blood
flowing freely
from His hands, feet and side
cleansing me and washing away
my sin
both are
symbols of life
that by His death He has
set me free so that I can live
again
iconoclastic poets
with no evidence
of skill or polish
in the existing
system of boredom
violence of love
unmasked and naked
splashed on the rites
of the system
threatening and powerless
risking anarchy for freedom
disfigured finds solace
in the clutches of
fermented purple grapes
we call them alcoholics
Form:
Mission Accomplished – for contest
For if we are only human
we have separated ourselves
from our divinity
re-created ourselves
in our own disfigured
images and likeness’
gone forth preaching
to all nations the truth
of our godless inhumanity
8/19/2015
for KNOCK US DOWNWITH YOUR LINES – poetry contest
In the bleakest corners of Hell-Town
midst playgrounds littered with glass
Disfigured weeds stretch to the sky
and no one's seen a blade of grass
Where junkies openly ply their trade
and cheap beer flows like lemonade
A tiny woman, sure a saint, paints a rainbow
~ Wide-eyed children, the colors of hope
GOD KEPT THEM
IT WAS A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT
THE CAR WAS BADLY DISFIGURED
ROLLED OVER MULTIPLE TIMES
THEY LEFT OUT WITH ONLY A SCRATCH
CONTACTED THEIR FIANCE
BOTH AT THE SCENE
GIVING PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY KING
GOTTEN OUT, DOORS MAY HAVE BEEN LATCHED
IT WAS A MIRACLE
GOD HAD ANGELS WATCHING
IT IS A BLESSING
THEY ARE ALIVE
SURVIVED.
take my broken spirit
add crushed glass
allow me to bleed out
take my broken heart
add gorilla tape and super glue
allow me to simply suffocate
take my bewildered mind
add every version of acid
allow me to be disfigured slowly
take my wilted self esteem
add a gun and an illegal bullet
allow me to fade away in careful gravity....loving you to death....
Sometimes love is unrequited—
sometimes it shines,
like the moon and the stars.
But what if it’s siblings
who carry that silence?
A single word
separating five years of life.
Like wood that’s been broken—
no matter how many times
you saw, sand, and repair,
it never regains
its original shape.
And so we live,
close in blood,
but disfigured in heart.
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I bite my nails to keep
order, to keep them in line
I chew my fingers-
feast on the small
shreds of flesh to keep
them groomed-we don’t want
any outliers or any heads
poking out of the crowd-
it doesn’t look good.
That’s how they should be-
bloody disfigured and
inconsistent nails with
the bacteria from the dirt
and germs
going into my mouth.
I create
scabs
and
hangnails
and
shreds.
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Weird Bastards-Geared Backwards
Disfigured statures and Bone fractures
Squares, compasses and Protractors.
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