Short Grip Poems
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it's ok
be both
or all three six or twelve
however many it takes
to get
peace
for real
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ain't it strange?
I stood….transfixed, reading the boldly painted warning
…DON’T TURN AROUND – YOU ARE NOT ALONE
©4/7/2023
Holding on to a memory
Holding on to a dream
Holding on ever tighter
Holding on—holding me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
icicle's fingers
curl from frigid wind blowing
winter has a grip
Heidi Sands
1/22/19
Get a grip
before it slips away
Patience comes
to those who wait
Spare the sorrow
Learn from your mistakes
Life worth living
Is yours to take
He had a very tight grip
When he kissed her luscious lips
It stirred him up bad
He forgot his name was Chad
Didn't realized that he'd just stripped
morning
glories wrap
beautiful flowers
climbs, squeezes, chokes their stalk, limbs
so like some humans who climb, squeeze, choke until
You know that fashion's got you in its grip
when you embark on a shopping trip
to scout out the latest markdowns and deals
on matching trash cans ~ C'mon, Jill, get real
Get A Grip
Trump supporters on selves get a grip;
He should have served an internship,
Experience received,
And us not deceived;
He should have given us all the slip.
Jim Horn
Single Flower, In Winter's Grip
cold and frozen heart
graveyard, abandoned tombstone
life, fires, dead ashes
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Haiku, ( Where Sorrows Meet Memories )
The scent of a blossom
the breath of the wind
A freshness fills the air
life on a Spring day without a care
Time wafts over us
loosens its grip
Peter wanted to cook some fresh snails
So he followed their silvery trails
He put them in a pot
But a lid he forgot …
Up kitchen walls poor Peter now scales!
06~03~17
Trump Is A Dip So Get A Grip
On ourselves with hands must get a grip,
Now that we know Trump has been a dip;
Then better yet,
Dumb as you get,
And hope that we find many who will flip.
Jim Horn
Summer's passed on to meltdown
Nature sways in winds of change
A flowing cascade hastens
Woodland stage waits another dawn breaks.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Emulating Robert Lindley's new form, 'Lind30'
G-et a grip on emotion,
E-arly twenty-sixth of July;
M-inimize your excuses,
M-ake no plea or
A-libi.
L-et your tension decrease,
A-fter the long hard trip;
R-emain calm and composed,
A-s you must get a grip.
Love's Grip
Love
Grabs me
So close now
I'm so afraid
My heart is beating
I'm cold as winter ice
My limbs begin to tremble
I try to loosen its tight grip
How much I try, it doesn't leave me
It holds on, tormenting me forever.
Fears grip tender hearts
still do motivate them too
Trust stays panic's flight
daylight's promise dispels night
Tousled hair's nervous
fingers roam so deep, so wide
Keep demons at bay
glide past cerebrum's swift tide...
Jill has had both knees replaced
and neighbors have been helping.
This actually happened.
Get A Grip Big Chip
On yourself must get a grip;
On bowl could find big chip,
Almost miss;
Smooth now is;
Appeared along the top lip.
Jim Horn
Happy happy never more
Pain and suffering stalk your door
Let them in and now they’ll stay
ruining each and every day
Will they leave and go away
So mind and body again can play
Hopes and dreams smashed on the floor
Life is sad forever more
Happiness lies within
If ure able to capture it
While U continue to spin
Completely out of control
Life’s gone as I know
The addiction goes
From half to whole
The end on the horizon
U can see it coming
A funny thing happens
Ure not afraid of dying
the dancing discouraged his grief as branches under the sky of a fireworks of war
forged by then the caterpillars and the bees
take the nectar sweet flower of the sins they stay at home as the war steadily
creeping bitterness among the clouds they see
The move in the dark grip
Do you like the idea,
after its meaning has changed
Do you hang onto the past,
when this moment sets you free
Do you continue to grieve,
as pure joy calls your name
Do the lyrics that you sing
—suture tight or still bleed
(Las Vegas Boulevard: 2:30 A.M. January, 2018)
I hate him
He angers me
I wish he'd die as quick
My feelings
he's angered
are just as real as wit
I know him
He's someone
Someone else I'd quip
He's horrible
He's always
someone else I'd flip
I'll never
No-never
see him as I rip
No never
I'll never
forgive what I can't grip
is that a tremor
calm down, take it easy
sure it is, distinct this time
fingers trembling slightly
get a grip now
no, I can't
I can't grip my pen
my fingers are shaking now
O, the vagaries of age
one goes from light to dark
in the tensing of the neck
and the knot of the stomach
You're out of your mind
just as I am
You kissed her
and told lies
I took my revenge
and won the last word
So why am I the blue one?
Oh, out of the blue
Julian was right
Those tracks, that train...
Could I ever replace you?
I'll be here if you ever call me
just keep it a secret
For the sake of morality
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