Short Fabrications Poems
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The large hairy gorilla creature had never had a full out fit
At the Happy Supermarket they said he dumped every stacked can display
Big lie made up by old ladies who like to make up fabrications
He looks for
the part that
breaks his breath.
.
When he can't
find it life feels
uncomfortably smooth.
.
He occupies
his early mornings
in tiny fabrications.
.
Heart full of fear,
he would say, What would
life be without woe?
With her parents, Sophie played the make-believe game.
They believed all of her stories, which was her slippery aim.
They bought into her fabrications, taking them as gospel truth.
This did not work in the summer when she stayed with her aunt Ruth.
Your fabrications are all that ring true;
You do what you do holding a motive;
That bawdy neon sign reads ‘Ballyhoo’.
Why am I attracted to corrosive?
Patchwork display of broken art you drew,
complete picture is the gift that I give;
I can’t do artificially flavored
unable to stomach empty handed.
Fabrications.
Fabricated images
Without deep space
Ephemeral expression
Elopements in ill fate.
Expression taking breath
From moon to mountain top
Statements interlaced
Making a solemn flop.
A message came from the breeze
From a delicate plant in motion
Graceful webs woven by spider
A joy in living with guarded caution.
Accusations and fabrications,
made without foundation,
have pulverized my heart.
Your insecurities and fears,
your jealousy and tears,
are tearing us apart.
I've given you all of me,
so why the hell can't you see,
it's been you from the start?
No matter what I say,
you’re gonna doubt me anyway,
but it's you who owns my heart.
Form:
I hear snapping jaws of intolerance
and hatred, dripping with bile of
irrational anger: stoked, stroked, fired
by pseudojournalists and narrow-minded
commentators spinning fabrications
like deadly spiders in darkened holes,
each web of deceit mending the false
strands, repeatedly sheared by truth,
how dare they take the sacred name
of painted Patriots protesting.
My pet roach and I got cozy tonight
Ready for dreamland, our bed took flight
Roach loves it when we glide into outer space
I keep silent, sleeping with breathless grace.
Roach tries to tell me scary stories later.
Pretending we almost fell down a shaft, an elevator.
His wild fabrications are supposed to give me awful nightmares.
I ignore instigating, so he runs off to tease grizzly bears.
I walk alone into the night;
into its shadowy silence
where myriad diamonds light
the sky with twinkling luminance;
where its nocturnal clutch conjures
imaginary images:
wierd, phantasmagoric specters
with unworldly, frightful faces.
Luna, mother of night shadows
beams down through naked boxelders
their swaying branches cast below
cimmerian moving creatures:
malevolent fabrications
of my grotesque imagination.
The illusion created
That our souls were mated,
The love we shared
Destiny fated.
Not true
All a lie,
Fabrications from the sky.
Dream pie.
Love lie, was high
Now DIE
Now sigh………..
Pooh-pooh on you
For you, you dumb lost fool
Drown.
Drown in your love lost pool
Hand given from this sea
Given to you
To set you free
Raise you up
Glory and fright
Lift you from
Your sorry plight
Form:
Get Some Backbone
Written: by Miracle Man
2-6-2020
Social Media has made it easy,
for spreading things canard.
Always, these innuendos,
are geared to leave others scarred.
Things implicit in print,
with a degree of boldness.
While silent to ones face,
there’s in the air, a coldness.
So we often scratch our heads,
questioning what’s true?
But sometimes, even fabrications,
aren’t hard to construe.
Ah, tomorrow and tomorrows!
A procrastinators’ catchall
future days that he will borrow
freely to do nothing at all;
but presently those days will dawn
calling due his declarations;
promises he’ll not keep thereon:
deliberate fabrications.
His wishy-washy character
lacks effectiveness and purpose;
his favorite word is “later”
which can be defined as fruitless.
Is there any hope for him? No!
as long as there are tomorrows.
I see your muted struggle.
I wish that you'd find peace.
Release the pain you juggle.
This drama needs to cease.
My tears have solid frozen,
And words no longer flow.
For 'tis silence that I've chosen.
Wounds heal slow.
Most eloquent is that tongue.
Truth it reveals to each.
For words are but fabrications.
They lie through speech.
I'm beyond the desire to speak.
Though this do know,
For you my love is the highest peak.
But please...let go.
She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath
a scintillant moon.
Why do boys lie so
- inveigling fabrications
- hoping to impress?
Why interlace fibs,
when, from first sight, she had longed
for his carnal lips?
Now doubts danced - as if
evil spirits were called and
asked to watch, and gloat.
"I can't talk to you
again," she said, "after all
- you’re a stranger."
She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart.
Behind these eyes,
Are hidden lies,
Fabrications made,
As memories fade.
Somewhere deep inside,
Alone I cower and hide,
To afraid to face you,
Not knowing what you'll do.
Long ago I learned
Of my lieing heart that yeared,
It knew not of your selfish ways,
My mind wants to flee, but my heart wants to stay,
And i'm alone now, shivering...quivering.
I bleed for your love,
you used to call me your dove,
but that was just a lie,
sowly, slowly I die...
While you watch, and laugh.
"Dry Throat at the Water Cooler"
Particle after particle,
Riding out the sandy dunes
Wanting so much to nibble
on the grapevine
My wind pipes crack, from dry wit and gossip
All the witty remarks are scarce
Snatched up by others flushing out
fabrications Diverting attention
from themselves Drowning in their own
Egos
Arid of thought for fifteen minutes
It is hardly a break at all
So dry of talking coworker factoids
Will I have to swallow their moist
Derision.