Short Extremities Poems
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Shy
how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
how does one handle
the talons, the beaks
Donal Mahoney
Recluse at Coney
how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
how does one handle
the talons, the beaks
Donal Mahoney
Crowded operas
with anticipation
and such extremities
without disdain.
Flavorless is
your consolation
prize, invisible
somehow tangible
And approaching.
arthritis returns
plaguing my extremities
time for aspirin
chemistry for sleepless nights
and painful aggravations
Written September 8, 2022
latent privacy
emerges into the limelight,
into the unfamiliar:
emptiness
exhaled
anguish abolished
destroyed:
insignificance
dismantled
despatched
to the extremities
of life
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest
happy mediums
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs
Ivor G Davies
Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel excuses no mortal
Heartbeat is a cannibal
Towards the novel
Extremities become red
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real
Russell Sivey
for those of us
who grew up
on the farm
rammed down our throats
that there’s no such thing
as a free lunch
still keeping our nose
tightly to the grind
such days bursting now
with youth's feelings of entitlement
reaching extremities beyond
our boggled comprehension
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
As you
go about
your journey
on this planet
you come
across things
you think
are permanent,
will last forever
But nothing does!
Everything fades away,
disintegrates into
the convalescent
extremities of the
duration of survival.
Great empires
are gone.
Life is short.
That's just
the way
it goes.
Insignificant and gazed
at through this narrow
Iris.
We retreat to no
Avail. Until the End of Time.
White horse, deliver me
into the Gates of
Darkness.
As I seem to only
know how to Worship
sentiment, nostaglia
and darkness.
Exercising such
extremities is
as much a waste of
Time as this present
Lifeline.
What is this creepy thing
Infecting my body?
Busily digesting my flesh, melting,
The first stages of the blob.
End of my extremities
Swell ominously, wriggling,
Undulating like giant worms
Busily digesting my tissue
I’m becoming what I fear most,
Mistaken for castings
Shoveled up and thrown
On the compost heap.
Cut my extremities
choke deep
on the black ink
words don't impress
not like a diamond ring
words a reflection
of my roller coaster brain
slave
I must
I need
I plead
must be more
than this globe
more than Mercedes
What the hell is
that more ?
I want to grab it,
caress it
bleed my soul
into the more
I want to change,
me
Friends
If ever you be happy
Let it be
For things done
Dreams come true
Possibilities realized
Let it be
For aspirations attained
Ambitions accomplished
Extremities fathomed
Let it be
For misfortunes overcome
Wrongs righted
Life well spent
But above all else
Let it be
For love bestowed
Extended
Assured
For these
Dear friends
We longed
And lived
To miss.
A little above being poor
Varying glory in mediocrity’s range
Encounters satisfaction with lots more to accomplish
Rated as achieving a feat, nowhere near enough
Away from extremities, deviating towards the middle
Gain isn’t much but with acceptance of success
Even with all these, it’s still worth an encouraging well-done
Stress relief by neck rotation
Side to side
Holding extremities in tension
Void our guide
Arching back in the cobra pose
Movement ceases
Muscular tension zone of repose
Pain that pleases
Pranayama popular Kapalbhati
Each exhalation
Though rapid and in continuity
Void of cessation
There are postures of balance
Aided by no-mind
A playful meditation parlance
Free of egoic bind
10-August-2020
Violence
Lives on
With rapid-fire multipliers in
The tales of two cities which are
Now in our frightening focus..
As divisiveness thrives
In a numbing atmosphere
Plurality declares independence
Here and then there and then often..
We are exploring dark extremities
No longer serving as creative
Expressions of our Whole..
Recognition of our veering
Means of expressing ourselves
Is sharply implored...
Against cold feet
warm extremities
Feeling forever foutunate
Holding loves waistline
joy from behind
The moon makes the moments last longer on earth as it shines
Fetal positioned opposites
Caught in an inseparable bind
Divine kisses to the spine
this euphoria of mine
Created just for me in the beginning of time.
My heart is a super producer
Making my favorite Instrumental
Shes Moaning a spiritual soundtrack
Form:
No one tells you how lonely it is
Sitting in the kitchen floor at 2am
The taste of metallic resolution
The weight of conviction
No one tells you about the numbness
Extremities floating softly
The dull whisper of water
The warmth of surrender
No one tells you about the satisfaction
An agonizing temptation
Tantalizing milky canvas
Tortured artist begging for release
No one tells you about the end
How quiet it gets
Temperamental judgement
Truculent rage