Short Flinching Poems

Nights shimmering eyes,
Flinching tail, knocks down trash cans,
Plays on cobblestones....

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I peel back 
one layer after another,
getting closer to 
something I can feel 
flinching as I lift off
each cover.
I do it almost every day,
layer upon layer,
day after day, 
getting closer, yet
always one day away...

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Buggy Summer

    Mosquitos, bugs
    Small, tiny, mini, macro
    fly, crawl, bite, hug
    causing itching, me flinching.
   Summer in buggy grammar.

  
    08/31/21


'A Brian Strand!1095

Contest by Brian Strand...

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I keep an eye out,
for her to clue in.
Open to watching, instead 
preachy explanation.
But months have been lost,
to a standard doubled,
Because of my member.
Of course I question her words,
when chaos is pointed,
with me flinching.



(for Matt's contest was made in 45 seconds the phone rang, which ended it lol)...

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bounty boobs blushing
fiddling fingers flinching
eerie emotions fostering
damped desires drooling
locked legs lurching
callous zeal crumbling

mystic moans melting
locked lips fiddling
halted! Then continuity

nocturnal nymph moaning
nimbling lips dripping
nectar of nosing

satyr salient flow
house's an home.
     19:12:11:13:17...

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No more to dance, no more to shine,
A clown down, on the foreign round.
Lost in the laughing trafficked city.
Tongues of pity now broken, now
Regretful of the truths hard spoken.
Flinching from stilleto'd eyes,
Solace sought in the lies screaming
From the pasted signs. Only
Here, hid among the blinded dragons,
Is there peace, my shattered sister.
Rest, lay down your blistered soul....

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The moon's face is transfixed,
spellbound, staring, stupefied;
never blinking, never flinching
never looking away.
For Earth has locked the near side of the moon,
to forever face us.
It has locked the far, dark side, 
to forever face away, 
never to look upon us, never for us to see.
The moon's stare is perpetual, habitual, perceptual,
inescapable and unshakable;
always there, forever watching what we do....

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Broken windows and broken homes
Windblown excuses
Shattered bones
Clotted carpet and pulled hair
Knotted eyes, flinching dares 
Children scared
Praying and weeping
Mommy’s bleeding
Kicking and screaming
Ruptured lips and clenched fists
Nails screeching, paint pleading
Please! Stop! What did I do?
Shut up, b-tch! I thought I told you!
Daddy, no! Hit me! Leave mommy alone!
It was my fault...your dinner was cold...

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Here I am on the phone
Wincing and flinching
Put forever on hold
Listening to old music
That’s oh so loud
Feeling like an elevator
About to explode 
Banging piano, is Liberace back?
I think my head is about to crack
Waiting, returning and waiting again
My stares zooming out into oblivion
My head is spinning, my shoulders hurt
But I can’t hang up, I’m so inert 
I fear I’ll be rude and spitefully curt
Here I am on the phone....

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Mammoth cold this morning.
There’s been an ice-storm.
Creaking and walking
boots talking
shovel in heavy hand.

Robins pounce on frozen worms.

The wide spade
snatches at the frozen turf,
its red plastic mouth scooping up
small glacial heaps.

Soon I tire, soon I sag,
flinching beneath the wind's frigid lash.

I throw the shovel down,
defeated -

going to toss bird seed,
feed those robins,
maybe save the life
of a few stiff worms,

make hot cocoa.
...

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You insist on arguing.
I am silent.
You goad me.
My cheeks are flinching, but you do not notice.

You attack me.
I nod my head.
Not saying anything.
I can play this game all day, longer than you maybe.

You try another tact.
I would walk away if you were not my friend and my cousin.
So I stay and try to change the subject to something pleasant.
You keep your tirade going.

I finally say good bye.
As a last resort you attack one of my children.
It’s on now….....

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I dressed in a funny hat,
on a banjo I did sat
strings were flinching from beneath
it held my rear, just like a wreath.

What is funny, I did ask
on your rear, a banjo mask
oh, my heavens up above
it fit my rear,just like a glove.

I turned and made a silly face,
and felt a little out of place
what I did, is already done
might as well, have some fun

Silly me, just like a clown
to wear a banjo, as a gown
say adios, to another day
get unstuck, and walk away.


Jessica Thompson- 5/19/14...

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