Short Grates Poems
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Tunneling
Underground
Smelling
Life
Filtering
City
Grates-
Horn
Cacophony
Plays
Base
Backdrop
In
Temporal
Darkness
Four pedals rusting --
screech of bikes
grates love’s uphill climb
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Biker’s Dozen for Maureen McGreavy
10/3/2018
A golden mote grates
on dusky blue
portent of divine excellence
radiant white nestling
in the humble nook
honed by an oyster
who unveils prized secrets
of the deep
in shadowed places.
From a threadbare reverie
Of nights disheveled
An aching solitude grates
Betrayal wrestled--
Howl endures love’s stain
As rage bears cold quietude
Words cannot explain.
Contest of nonclaud
The laggard oak leaves
skitter like brown field mice
their stem-tails and sharp edges
scratching across the road.
Grates and bushes trap them.
Layering they accumulate
awaiting the recomposition of life.
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When shovels scrape
and make screeches
like fingernail grates
on blackboards,
you know the job
is almost done.
As shovels designed to scoop,
when flipped over and made to rake,
shriek their embarrassment.
sweetcorn tied snug to a white pillar
tobacco leaf em-prisoner of soul
seasonal grey ragged tint
cancer causer to rot
a beady black eye
the war tattoo
calls bodies
rusting
grates
7/1/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Gorillas grow growly gruffy grouchy grampas
Giving grateful gremlins grassy growth plates
Glassy glistening glowing glaring glimmers of globes
Groovy grizzly gristleworms gracefully grifting grandmas
Grandiose grimlets grabbing growling gracious grates.
swing low,cheerio.please if you should go before me,tell them I'm am coming too.let the heavens await my coming,i have one more round to run then my race would be over,i would have run a full race.lived a life of no re-grates,until then tell them am coming too .
Snow banked high against the gate
Walking to school,never late
Milk left solid on the cill
Ears well muffled,against the chill
Rationed coal,eked ,bit by bit
Fire grates, so rarely lit.
Nights of cold,run into weeks
'Til grass through iron soil,peeked.
Old prune face..Geeze what a boat race.'
Talking (a piece?) It aint great ! In fact it
Shore grates. He kalidoscopes the living
Hell pontificating, on what should gel.?
He has a plan.' Well what is new.? Not this
G O A T of evil...I'd warrant that one thing is very true
It's so easy to fall asleep in the teacher's room.
It's a sanctuary, silent of children.
Hearing people speak in even conversational tones
Grates like chatter in church.
I don't knock out like that anywhere, but I do there.
And then I leave work to drive to the city,
and float in my car.
If I move, she grooves
If I shake, she bakes
If I tell, she yells
If I date, she grates
If I groan, she moans.
I am right here,
She is over there
I'm making, she's faking.
She's day, I'm night.
We don't fight?
We do
For we're sisters.
And we’re
This, too:
Opposites.
Form:
Covid is a lie she tells me, hoping for an argument.
My silence probably grates her.
All news is false except for my news station, she goads me.
I do not roll my finger around my ear or make the L sign on my forehead.
I congratulate myself on my restraint.
Finally feeling like a grown up.
Winter wears on my patience.
Dim dreary days – the grey
grinds and grates the spirit.
Sleet slushes the street.
I don’t even ask for spring.
Grant me a blizzard
or a biting freeze with inky skies,
just something
to lift the weariness
that has wormed into my mind
and paralyzes.
2/12/2018
Shake out the trembles that restrain you
Walk upright in a downward glanced world
Shake the hand that refuses you
Smile at the demons that control you
Relive the moments that embarrass you
Grovel in the sand that grates you
Reach out to enemies that flog you
Live
Live
01/16/12
© All Rights Reserved
Old Pattie just cannot stop talking
Voice grates like a mallard duck squawking
Can't you just be quiet ?
For once you should try it
Her hen pecked husband left walking!
Written after we went out tonight - this woman would not shut up and in the end her hubby just walked out of the room
6/10/18
I serenade my wife each night
With songs both old and new
To show how much I love her
It just seems the thing to do
But she is not enamoured
To hear my dulcet tones
She says it's just annoying
And it grates upon her bones
She says “just you keep quiet,
And I'll tell you this for free
If you don't stop your racket
You'll get nothing for your tea”
What are we without Hope?
She sings to us pleasantly
Melodies of dream
She whispers to us sweetly
Driving us to
Our knees
Hope plays instruments
Of flesh and bone
Picking the strings
As time grates on
An ensemble of fish and line
Hope is a huntress
A rabbit ensnared
Lured by scent
Of blaze orange salvation
A truly deceiving mistress
Is Hope
I will remember
most shades of gray hues
as waves of tears ebb,
staining night’s inked breath
while lost esteem grates;
my heart grows numb
pressed by doubt’s weeds
till glints of light
filter moist eyes...
soft breeze hums
dulcet chime
to whisper,
‘love glows
within
me’
By: nette onclaud
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Topic: Love yourself Contest
Group of gals
Yeah we're pals!
She went to jail
Let's laugh about bail!
My child self shines through
As my inner self grew!
Lovely ladies laughs about that pilates
Bellyaches hurt at all that grates!
Now becomes funny thinking of honey
Jump up and down, it's sunny!
That celebrity from Laugh in does it well
Doctors orders as endorphins do so kindly swell!
He leans against
the silent factory
as bustling parrots
regard his plight
with heartfelt indifference
bathed in the glow
of touchscreen devices
and the notion of
absolution through
repetition.
Heels clack firm
paced on schedules
trampling the dust
into pavement cracked
and pocked like
the lamentable stares
of cardboard refugees
sprawled limp beside
grates pumping
exhaust.
dry white snow rasps the asphalt
attempting to reclaim the purity
of a metropolitan morning
coating the concrete pillars
brushing with tender touches
the grates and allies
dusting the bottom lands
of bordering belted swamps
with leggy aplomb
the icy shavings take flight
on the whoosh of winter
in hushed whispers they move on
First Published by The Tishman Review January 2015
Worry wears a face
Odd and out of place
Pain grates time and space
Self-destruct stands tall
Confronts bitter gall
Growing big from small
A tiny spark flares
In silly affair
Lies tinge the strange air
Drama in wrong gaze
Fashions bitter maze
Worry sculpts sure craze
Watch fear blooming fear
Drowning all good cheer
Watch how faith dies here
Leon Enriquez
21 May 2017
Singapore
When evening’s bass tone whips a refrain
Strummed by an old man in our country yard;
A most haunting string--movement dims the air
Reminiscent of my young, bygone days.
His fiddle plucks through my hidden places
Where the touch wails speak through acoustic waves
Dragging notes from torn memories’ past
While first love grates … as I think of blackbirds.
Brian's Choice 7 for Brian Strand