Short Gristle Poems
Short Gristle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gristle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gristle by length and keyword.
chewing the fat with a ghostlike gristle,
a likeness lampoon on cell
5/9/2020
Poultry farm chaos
Chicken-lickin’ you
Sweet and sour future
Henhouse flurry
Henpecked and handpacked
Epistle of gristle
Cellophane stiffy
Wishbone hope?
ham hocks
the dogs love them
sure. they are costly
but they satisfy
and our dogs are our people
I cringe as I hear their teeth crunching up bone and gristle
My teeth hurt thinking about it
Motion
Suggests
A story of
Change..
A dance of
Separation..
The drama of
Wins and losses..
This beauty
And gristle
Of boundless
Life
Seems to be
Inherent in
Motion...
Most hearts are marbled in the fat of prejudice.
Some much more than others.
Some have a heart that beats lean.
Like a white rose in the summer sheen.
Others have a heart of gristle.
Every beat leaving a stain.
Rebuffing all visions of love.
Every beat billowing a bolus of hate.
How to burn the calories off.
Just lob a heartfelt prayer to God.
Then watch the excesses slough.
And now we come to the special cases:
You know, they are at the edge of the living,
Questionable that they fit the classification
Just a little red gristle at the articulations
Very desiccated, like pampas grass
Flopping like straw umbrellas
Non-speaking specimens,
What can they be thinking -
If anything?
Cradle one in your arms;
Isn’t it sad
What you think of them
Someone thinks of you
Mop Woman
Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps. Nose
a fist. Hair
a whisk broom
only black. Her back
an Orthodox cupola,
her arms braids of gym rope
lowered to the floor.
Orangutans could climb
those ropes, hand
over hand, no rose
no purple
doughnuts
on their hinds.
Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps.
Her hands, all gristle,
hang an inch, no more,
above her shining floor.
Donal Mahoney
It may be affected by political acts.? Yet a
History of relevant fact, is what was done
Under the sun.' In recounting of its gristle
And bristles? Why are hackles raised.? Why
Are heckles made.? Why shout about odds.
If the numbers aren't stacked.'
Its what it is
Or is for some? That the rub.' If its not that
Malleble.? Then they show not love.'
Although in the halls of power, are virtues
Touted, in a ( broad aside ) they
are quite usually, and most wilfully flouted.'