Short Entrails Poems

The guilt I carry,
The entrails and bloodstains-
My embedded sins....

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by Michaelw1two

 the dust slowly clears
 sirens wail, the wounded crawl
 from the burning street

May 2013...

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Only a few succeed
Countless fail
Choking on bills
Dreams that don’t sail
Foreclosure of fortune
Liquidated entrails
Empty homes
Lives for sale...

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no waste
odd taste

strange dish
haggis

Scotch hype
beef tripe

entrails
pig's tails

fish heads
sweetbreads

offal
awful

January 23, 2013...

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Earthenware,
Gently coated with 24 karats,
Lungs, innards, entrails, liver,
The heart left untouched,
Untainted,
Egyptian burials,
Wrapped in cheesecloth....

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Blue Ridge between us,
I hold onto angel wings,
from Bengaluru missed you…

Darling, the sun comes
over the mountain leaping
as the entrails of fog fade…
...

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home is where the heart is 
      I spewed forth my guts
laid open the treasure chest 
and offered up the crown jewels
while the swine cast
     their dung in the entrails...

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Pride reigns supreme in my country where a man would rather trail off to slumber with hunger gnawing at his entrails than be compelled to eat humble pie.

Country India

Date Sept 4, 2016
Contest Where I live
One liner...

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Bright, orange, white, flicker.....
Two black eyes, one dark mouth viewed,
I'm the flame inside

They trim the flesh out
Stubby children's hands; entrails
I'm the flame inside

My face-like windows
My removable roof-top
I'm the flame inside...

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  a long-necked goose pursued
  a stuffed hen, waddling
     through the entrails of
       an all-you-can-eat
          charred chick
             lunch special 



   ~ Corner of Chick Ken and Charred 
         somewhere out there in the Twilight Zone ~
...

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May has dawned
with wind and whiskey
and sideways glances

a rendered heart
and maybe a start 
with an eye for details

i would love to see your
entrails up close

if they were spilt and split
with a sigh from the hilt
they would smile with a 
turn from my hand...

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I want to splat you
Sir, sucker pinching veins
With itch, mosquito!

My tongue pierced skin cries
And merciless you zip drink
A bump, your tombstone!

Sizzling in my ear
Halt these needs to sense me what germs
Infest your entrails

Settle still in place
Slippery rogue, test my swat
Awful mess, my blood!...

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Lakes lie limpid imponderable, 
glistening and glassy.
Looking like kites hanging 
suspended in the sky,
towing streams as shimmering tails,
wriggling in the wind.

Lakes and streams are inseparable, 
codependent, bedfellows,
each alike each other,
with wet bed bottoms
and wet watery entrails....

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ANGER


Lunges out to tear the
Flesh from bad behavior;
Clawing, ripping the dripping
Entrails from arrogance and 
Selfishness :  its shaggy coat
Bright red with the blood of wanton
Callousness; its foaming muzzle
Snapped into the throat
Of malice and deceit.

               Don’t make me angry...

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Lust and pain,
Go hand in hand.
Lust and pain I must refrain,
I must train to refuse the pain, 
Trust myself, not to lust.
My lust will only be the cause of my world to bust.
Wide open with a ethereal pain.
Tear my being from disdain.
Fill my entrails full of pain and lust.
Why does the world feed us so much pain?...

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Blossoms sprout in the heart,
the entrails of the start.
Now things woken with life,
for survival they strive.

At last the evils sicken,
life is never a given.
The battering of living,
for being it is hitting.

Alas, now they pass,
fall down to green grass.
It is leaving the heart,
the ending of a start....

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Seeds of pomegranate 
     in my belly 

This girl wonders how much of her 
Is alive 
above ground 
Or circling Cerebus 
as he chases his tail

(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)

I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter

We use people as tarot cards
 to guide our destiny 

Entrails are likely more reliable...

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Writing songs without beginning
that lie within my silent entrails
About this never ending process
black and white

Decreased myselves, as seen in others

Songs that whisper softly
about potency
in the midst of my resignation

Semi-transparent visions I almost gave up

Points, endings and immortality
all drifting on my lake

2014...

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Dreams smashed
Crash on the rocks
The breeze-blocks of reality
Break the silence and haul from the depths of sleep
This heavy carcass
Doused in drowsiness
Aroused by noise
Shaken from the ignorance of slumber
That pulled it under
Its clothes drip drip drip with weighty plunder
Drenched by guilty fantasies
Onto the deck
Lungs spewing bitter entrails of sin

Welcome to paradise....

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It was a dirty war 
of moat 
flaying the legs in emotional outburst.

No stings.
Only mandibles will do the job of chewing
on your dark fingers. 

Flat, the taste of milk: 
a synthetic formula to eat your entrails.
The plastic nose will smell the rose.

Unbuttoned,
message will bring the fishplates 
and birthmark of violence. 

Death has a cult of contusions. 
You bleed to bones
for illuminating the street. 



Satish Verma...

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she is so far
speaking without hearing
and he passes between the days
of life
in the tremolos semi shadows
dreams her
but she is leafing through
another book
strewed with hieroglyphs
she wants to find out
and divines 
on the entrails of sacrificial animals
the ancient priestess
but there is no future and time
he remains
like an insane stone
thrown at random
and the wind forwards him
in a dream of an edelweiss...

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Leave while you still can,
Understand this city sucks you in,
It gnaws at your entrails until you flee,
Many are born and bred,
In the city of the dead,
Murder and robbery,
Consume these streets,
Unable to beat,
The odds,
It is so odd,
To find a mark of perfection here,
It does not exist,
It will never exist,
Until the disease,
Of anger, hatred, prejudice, and crime,
Evaporates from these homes,
These streets,
Bleed....

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'Get a life'
arrow-words, jarring, ripping the womb
of reality.
and the entrails of possibilities gush forth
to form redemptive streams.

'Get a life'
Drill-bit words, tunnelling iron mountains
like a train given new life, like a train
given new life.
Shouted words
dashed against prior knowledge,
striking a fitting richochet.

The man in the mirror
picks himself up,
dons his courage and begins a new trek
on the trail of time....

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Restless lullabies deviously pollute my sheepish mind.
Kindly weighted bones keep my soul nestled, 
So as to not yet, let it be harmed.

Choking on desert air,
Taking in hollowed breaths from a collapsed chest.
Reconciled tissues release tension of strenuous times.

The only one privy to my silent weather.
Storms in my entrails collide to atom walls.
My outer exterior wilts to such thunderous qualms. 
My private storms are never calm......

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Tripe, sweetbreads, entrails, offal,
some people spell them awful.
Scottish chefs can do them right
Haggis, a meal, out of sight. 

Making a proper meatball sandwich
is virtual what-not-who and which
needing perhaps some extra spice
supply it with a bit of Scotch hype.

The last, best organ 'grinder' that I got
was on Panera Bread’s French baguette, hot.
Barrel-shaped bread held tight as treasure
the tin cup for the drink of my pleasure....

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