Short Gloss Over Poems
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A sly violinist named Max
In ethical finance was lax.
He pulled all the strings
To gloss over things
And fiddled his end of year tax!
revised 18.04.21
It isn't just incompetence
That leads a custody evaluator
To to clean up messes
For bad actors,
To justify
The unjustifiable,
To gloss over
The vital,
It isn’t just incompetence,
It's the rotten system
That the custody evaluator
Has been marinating in.
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as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence
the voids the cracks
with everything she can
anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget
mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The scarred desk, littered
with the wrinkles of young,
melts into chocolate
canary
easter bunny
birdsong
My ear mutters
"Are you there"
not able to finish
my homework
grinding
pepper
she reduces herself to glossed lips -
they gloss over everything
dull
turn on the light
I sometimes sit and wonder
If it was a dream in all its splendour
And I think back without dwelling
Do my eyes blink and tears are welling
For looking back for the good is worth a smile
And I want to gloss over my grey file
Don’t worry for it’s hard to remember
The pressure and reasons now are obscured in its render.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I gloss over my moods
With a sparkly L’oreal
And lock eyes briefly
With no one in particular
Strangers seem plenty
I’m wary of the city
Its perversities I distrust
Even its curiosities I spurn--
But even the homeless have homes; well they must
Maybe a pedestal in someone’s heart; Thus
Give them claims to life and trust; But
They leave me energy for one thing, just!
Let’s pretend the world is okay
And that life is really good
Let’s forget for just a few hours
Things aren’t happening the way they should.
Let’s forget the pain and heartache
And all the lies and misery
Let’s gloss over the imperfections
Of this thing called you and me
Let only beautiful thoughts
Intoxicate your head
Let’s fall into each other’s arms
Then let’s fall into your bed
I felt like...
Pieces of me were
scattered across the earth;
lost.
Leaving only my body intact.
Too close to G-d:
In the wind that dances with trees,
The light evading shadows,
and in the laughs of toddlers that walk
hand in hand down the steep steps.
She watches me.
sometimes her eyes gloss over
then stream.
In these moments she remembers;
She finds me and feels
what she has lost.
Kaos
My mind it wanders
I try to real it in
the haze, the distance
its hard to determine reality
Where it begins, where it ends
Amidst the noise and colors
a blend of thoughts are lost
I travel through the paths of consciousness
only to find Kaos
The struggle is real
the blank stares are strong
My eyes gloss over, the tears roll down
inside I struggle for where I belong
No beginning, no end
just caught in the middle
Kaos - My eternal friend
Try to numb it down, dumb it down
Gloss over it and paint it with a smile
Rose-tinted gloss paint
With a hint of insincerity
Somewhere between Violet Desolation
And Optimistic Yellow Glow
I paint my own colour chart
Backwards from the finish to the start.
Hopeless, helpless? Then Passive Blue
Is just the right one for you;
Lost and confused best suits Muddy Brown
If you don't know if you're up or down
But when it gets too much, I find
It's easier to be colour-blind.
Geometric,
as my pencil aligns shapes
answered with dots;
We seem comfortable with a blackout;
I will rewrite this dead language;
Caught up in the tracing,
but you gloss over the colors;
Logic has no role in pandemonium;
Don’t let me be misunderstood;
Foolish jester I am the punchline;
I live in the sketch,
my story began with a retrograde;
Move closer and we can design
with so catchy a parody
something that you feel;
The punchline ?
Evolution is geometric.