Short Gnawed Poems
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I found a bone
By the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream
By the old canal
I gnawed that bone
By the factory wall
Dirty old bone
Dirty old bone.
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her gaze pinned on that crumbling silhouette~
ribs of stone gnawed by centuries
as violet bleeds through the parapets
I have seen them
Near the distant bush
Shriveled carcasses
Slightly gnawed
Partly “eaten”.
I have not seen - “IT”
And worry
About “IT’s”
Dining habits.
John G. Lawless
©5/23/2023
Keen sight,eyes aglow.Moving slight no one knows.Smell of fear,very near.Undeniably
clever.The skill,thrill of the frightful prey.Can't hide from the beast
outside.Gnawed,clawed,taste of food.
A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
she had that contented look
you only see every decade or so
the look of a woman who has gnawed the leg
off of a shrieking tiger
we backed off quickly
and without comment
fearing her next move
My craziest time under water
was diving with Godzilla's daughter -
she spotted a whale
and gnawed at its tail,
and ruined the snorkel I'd bought 'er.
written 26th July for Caren's Craziest Time Under contest
apathy benumbed, chaotic deeds embroidered
friendships gnawed, hatred indurated
jiffy keen loss met, noble outrage preserved
queries repudiated, songs tuned unheard
vague wisdom exalts, youth zzzzzzzzzzzz.......
Saša Milivojev - LOCUSTS
Black mountains are crumbling
The locusts hiss all around
Suddenly all is gone
The buzzing has harvested it all
Gnawed bones
Float soaked
Saša Milivojev
www.sasamilivojev.com
On fidelity
The heart, simplistic, gnawed if left exposed
Be covered, shuttered thus pinfold enclosed
Is certain that the fairer, man will draw
And ipso facto balance will restore
With ego’s filled to full capacity
That rip the very fabric; chastity
"I want my mom back!" She screamed.
It tore my heart out, gnawed on it, tauntingly.
Began to tear it apart at the seams.
Stitch by Stitch.
But I felt my heart burst within,
it's chewing gnaw, when I heard the lie,
"I'll stop drinking, you win."
beneath the golden hues
lurks the befall of proud expanse of greens of yore
sun they chewed!
colour facade
gnawed warmth, melancholy gore
what fraud!!
In lust
of nature's core
dust!!!
beneath the golden hues
gnawed warmth, melancholy gore
dust!!!
it started
as fevered
bee sting
on tongue—
then lips
gone
like beaver-gnawed
tree stumps—
then the chin
till like
some ruined
Greek statue
you lay
still
awaiting
a new chance—
the planting
in warm earth
to grow again
Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style.
Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile.
Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile.
She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style.
At dawn I ran from a bear in the park
At noon time I swam from a great white shark
A vulture gnawed on my head
Thinking me tasty and dead
Now my pug's chewing my toes in the dark
11/5/22
Fourth Place
A Funny Limerick -
Make Me Laugh Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
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an octopus inks
through neural currents—
that gap between synapses
holds the ocean's depth
no illusions dissolved
silence stretches
till the Ego snaps~
its craving a rusted trap
gnawed clean by tides
abandoned on sand
In the land of Wonky Woo
big tuxi cat meowed a moo.
By crone spells he chewed cud
He rolled about in sloppy mud.
A squeaky mouse feared no flack
and sprang upon his spotted back
to weave a nest of bouncy moss
show moo cat who was boss.
Grey, tiny forms and wood lice
gnawed his ears with tasty spice.
I found no berries, no pulpy roots
and the boughs above me
bore no fruit
So I layed on the grass
I gnawed on a blade
I can't be sure...
how long I stayed
I fell asleep...a while, ...I think...
When springtime came, and I awoke
I saw the fruit, and it was good
I gave my thanks, and then I prayed....
When Darla got a paper cut she went ballistic.
Reacted the way others acted if their arm was gnawed off.
If someone bumped her she complained for years and years.
Every scrape, scratch, and poke was a huge deal.
When she came home with her nose pierced we were incredulous.
It’s a cat, said grandma. I am not surprised.
“Wet blankets, give them all”
Captain of flight X
ordered the crew
as he wrapped himself
with warm woolen blanket
When asked he said
“but this is a towel
used in bathrooms
if you want one
I give you time go get
from your homes”
coldness gnawed us
as captain snored
and dreamed
wet dreams
This is Africa airspace
Shame is a feeling I do avoid.
Too often, something like it has me, destroyed,
and yet, to be a better man,
I must look at myself as best I can,
and that may entail shame.
I look at myself, not to blame,
but to grow, to not be the same,
and yet to know I'm ever flawed,
eschewing pangs which on me gnawed,
my best self to reclaim.
corn grew up on the cob
got gnawed off by the gob
In a shack
way out back
cob had a job wiping glob
corn got thrown in the can
cob got tossed by the man
then big fat hogs
gobbled cob logs
and turned ‘em into ham
What the? Wadda ya know.
The labels now read GMO
corn and beans,
and in betweens
all mutate more than they grow
I took ten dollars
From my mothers purse
As a child
To buy lollies
And the like
There was lots
Of money in that purse
A few days later
At the dinner table
My parents discussed
Where that ten
Might have gone
They had all kinds
Of theories but
Never blamed us kids
That gnawed at my
Conscience
I never owned up
But never stole
Again.
"It’s a dying winter, lad” he would say
crunching his words around
a gnawed pipe stem.
Then one day he went back up
the gravel path
to his small, low cottage,
with its oily cans, coal dust kettles,
its sooty cats
never to be seen again.
This morning, decades later,
I see him from a black grate
where embers and ash
form a remembered warmth.
He gnawed on his resentment
In public and alone
Like a dog he kept on worrying
The marrow from the bone
Till he gave himself an ulcer
Till his teeth got small and stumpy
Till other dogs said, Hang on, Fang
You’re starting to look grumpy
He wouldn’t leave the thing alone
Just wouldn’t let it lie
Time to put the bone down, Fido
Go on, try
by Gail