Short Grappling Poems

back-seated passion
sweaty, urgent grappling
sexy summer sin...

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mind and body clinch
with clenched fists
grappling loggerheads...

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Grappling with problems.
The hands in being now
Occupied with this
Unburdened somehow.
Digging up the weed
Dead heading flower.
Cares of the housewife
Composted this hour....

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Black, endless eyes, the wind
Flapping. Pitching star to port, 
Anchored cradle.

Grappling, a hook and cries; 
treasures engulfing desires. 
Ransacking, a pillage, flames 
licking wood.

The bottle, no message; only
a Ship....

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Anxiety bursts confusion
distraught entanglements frenzies
grappling hysteria indecisiveness
jitters knockings lows
mania noticeable oppression 
panics qualms rigorousness
sufferings torments unhappiness
valuelessness wretchedness xed
yucky zaniness...

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Skeleton in the closet
Hiding between her baggy clothes
Grappling in the shadows
For one who thinks she knows
What doesn’t haunt her feeds her
Hunger for darker truths
And deeper holes through which
She escapes when the door opens
And her secrets are exposed...

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Zombies yearn, xanthic weathered

vaults, under tannic, stagnant, repugnant quagmires.

Places odious nocturnal monsters like killer jackals, ingest

humans, grappling for every delicious, 

creamy brain appetizer.




(ABC Poem-Reversed)
Written Oct.6th , 2015...

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Sometimes I feel like I’m holding up the sky
I can’t let go
Not for a second
The world will come crashing down
My world
All around me

Sometimes I feel like I’m holding up the sly
I can’t push on
Fingers grappling
And nothing will be the same
Changes
All around me...

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Sequences, of life - as seasons that arouse our sensibilities
Wantonly giving and taking 
It's promise of forever directing our dance
Swirling and twirling 
Inhaling grappling times - as wintry blasts
Exhaling - sighing - as  springtime's daisies smile
Tantalizing our expectations...

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Twilight comes too fast,
moral shadows closing in.
As I run from my past,
they all know my sin.

Twining 'bout my ankles,
tangling in my hair.
Trying to trip and mangle,
no on promised life is fair.

Emotions now run cold,
so easy not to care.
Though grappling for my soul,
they know that I'm not there....

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Why is it always the people,
Who you think you know the most,
That dumbfound you with such hidden talent,
As to render you're own mind lost. 

You stand in awe and admiration,
Ignoring the envious beast grappling at your ankle,
Content with feeling joy and pride,
Wondering what the heck turned the handle....

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I fell like a shooting star
When I saw you from afar
Dancing with your friends
Grappling this love that transcends

You approached me
Wanting me to dance
I felt the urge to flee
But overcame my hesitance

We danced the night away
Lost in the strobe lights
You stole my heart away 
Like a thief in the night....

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a blue chameleon delight eyes full grappling his inner joys in knowing legs must know no opposing position roaming safely through universal value with X-ray
wisdom yes as bitch charm don't ever fool envy grating haven in just kiss loving moments never opportunist poor quest running silent toward valor waste x.ing yore....

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If I can pull the sunset back to its hidden closet

Usher the storm in its concealed abode

And blanket the silhouette of sunrise before the tilting

Shadow of that leaning mountain.

In silent prayer

I swear

That your love

Will remain

Soaking in the canvas

Of my mourning, gripping and grappling

But praying heart....

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GYNECOLOGIST



Grappling to make small talk:

     “Good morning,” he begins.

          “Gee, I like your cute socks”

               Good grief don’t speak to me…

                    Gaining back my pale face

                         Gynecologist gaff!


12/2/2016
Pleiades G Contest
Sponsor – Kim Merryman

True Story!...

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The dreary nightmare..
Falling down from the Sky..
Drowning deep in the Sea..
Leaping over the Mountains..
Brawling with the Secrets..
The dark is mourning..
Wolves are hawling around..
Craving for drops of water..
Grappling to open eyes..
Taking a deep breath...
After a minute halt...
I awoke to a world filled with..
Yellow flowers and Butterflies......

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Oju Ide-- Brass eyes

Flashing across the scene

Witnessing the many sins

Unveiling men

As hollow beings

vile vibrating vehemently

Sounding like brass bells 

settling in a place of inert

nesting like fallen logs

in a deadened hearth    

repelling the usual

charming the unusual

while grappling with the curse   

of a woven heart...

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Jail was the land of my sojourn
for a decade

Now out of it all
building my life anew
I meet you dear woman, woman of the green breeze

Your mom is so illogical, thoughtless and heartless.

She pours a bucketful of human excrement
on my face, and expects to hold
the child of my blood in her arms
calling him her grandson 

I am left grappling
with tremors of prejudice....

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THE DAY BEFORE THE DAY
(Grappling with suicide)

you just have to remain 
being alive; I suppose
and not to
die

with the trashed out
claptraps; but to gasp
out a prayer
cry

to persist while forming
rainbows; from tunnels
where demons
lie

as nought will miss the
substance; of hearts
sojourned last
sigh


© Kim van Breda—29 June 2014...

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Poetic injuns snarl
The deprecation of land
Defacing of meaning
The grappling with cold
Hospitalized truth, creaky tiles

Curling sand from loveless fingers
Exactitude measured from fininitude
All consuming chains of being
You will be digested as chunks of matter
The law in the same
As for a grain of wheat
There's no special deviation 
For walking tonsils with big brains...

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Plenty of rain this green monsoon
Men and women sow rice sapling
The harp brings out  intense pink tone
With sun and rain, endless grappling


Rows of rice plant rows of humans
Hands blend with joy in the green earth
The harp plays out blue and pink sound
Look at the red blooming of mirth


17 June, 2018
For Angels In The Rain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Vermillion Scythe...

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I have 20,080 magazines and 400 books.

Each sadly out of date as soon as a reader takes a good look.

My house is full of them, in disturbing crannies and armchair crooks.

Spider webs are hanging off some near the ceiling, like grappling hooks.

I would let you come around and go through them, take a giant courtesy look

But I'm embarrassed by the multitude of out-of-date magazines and books....

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She weathered the storms 
She was made wholesome 
Grappling the situation she preached 
Amongst her to the Nations abolished awesome 
Ever was she so clever and a righteous soul
She is a woman with grace 
She was a woman this placed 
This woman with the grace, her name was Naomi
She was a delicate flower of one and only

4/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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On a cruise ship in the sea
breaking blue waves peacefully,
yet once we land and I descend
the coral moves and shifts and bends.
Out comes something small and sweet
but packing punch; I know I'm beat.
A jellyfish: minuscule and bright
it shocks me and I'm full of light.
Grappling to the surface now
with water dripping off my brow,
"that sucked" I think, "It hurt like hell."
My trip to Jamaica sure was swell....

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HATING CONSEQUENCES

weather changes moods
sliced cream cakes are
being digested
with nothing left to offer
dead ancestors

films become meaningless
old newspapers headlines
being digested 
as stones we are too numbed
to communicate

constantly our beds sail 
through novel sunsets due
grappling for relief
we struggle to forget
life’s lesson of regret




© Kim van Breda—September 2014...

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