Short Gritted Poems
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Whizzing round the bend
gritted teeth,
Nearly met my end.
Entry for
Biker's Dozen Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
23/9/18. 5-3-5 syllables. Placed 2nd.
Maybe we should erect a love story to Croydon
Celebrate its Pound shops
and diminishing shopping spaces
Love a shank bone instead of a unmeritorious knife
and await the snow
hoping its gritted
in your Bankrupt Croydon
so wonderfully mismanaged
Gritted teeth so words can't escape,
thoughts and feelings I've learned to hate.
wandering eyes avoiding the mirror,
hiding myself till I can see clearer.
wanting love but afraid to trust,
wants and desires left to rust.
a broken me hidden behind,
a joke and a laugh I've designed.
Form:
Behind closed doors
and red exits
we must all come
with our teeth gritted
our eyes slitted
Before yellow bushes
and maple desks
we have all been
to face the tormentor
to see the enchanter
Sacred hope
you who lies buried
beyond the oleander tree
arise and guide us
to the final path
Amen
If you stayed,
Would you put
the faded pictures,
torn in pieces,
into frames,
Like how you tossed
my heart
into the flames?
Maybe it is time
that you leave,
for your gritted teeth,
makes it hard
to breathe.
I'll be here
on this page,
writing a song
that can't be
played.
A ride through gritted teeth,
Gums livid,
To alleys of hell
emotion soar in the black chest.
A single Bell and terror wich runs slow.
The cause way infested
with worms of fear,
and the right grip of the black rose
from the balcony.
Only witness the slow descent on soft organ notes,
into the arms of the ghost
We are here to enjoy our children.
This is your life too.
Scolding, shouting, gritted teeth.
None of that is physically fun.
Let your lighter graces take flight.
Steer yourself and them into serenity.
Only into lunatic black holes
Can you come out the unexpected end where
Memories are forged in trust in the other.
I have in haste
Enraged the paper’s edge
Soft slit of idle pain
Awaits
A dash of sweaty salt
Red dots upon the page
Unmuttered curses
Venom spit
Through gritted teeth
No bandage
Will adhere to finger tip
Lest it hit keys
Before their due
Doth did I try
A bit of Crazy Glue
Thus, am I stuck
In keyboard “L”
Senryu
Only a fall leaf
Blows where the wind takes it
We take the omnibus
Senryu
Oak leaf scours asphalt
Autumn´s worn out dead beat
Can´t dance tango
Senryu
Rainfall in Yemen
Taliban under umbrellas
Listen out for drones
Senryu
Steps on gritted road
Slam of a car door and voices
The song of life
Driver on interstate has pressed his accelerator hard
I used to drive like that – daily
To and from work with gritted teeth
Expecting death at any minute
Racing here, there, nowhere really
The stress was gruesome
In the last nine months I have driven six times
Less than one time per month
Retirement is a happy unicorn that I am grateful to lie on
you
solar eclipse
bloody lips
& tongue;
body wrung
my eyes drip-
you lap up my
pain like a
hungry beast,
growling thru
gritted teeth.
love lies insulted
far beneath;
above me you strain,
heavy sheets of
rain- heart
beats harder,
drowning in the
pulsing body as
the bruise is
being prodded.
tickled, you delight
watching the night
swallow me whole.
Walking slowly dazed and bemused
Thinking about what I was just told
"It'll be an opportunity" she said
Dressing it up as a gold plated crap
"The change will be good" she said
Straight faced through gritted teeth
A move to a different department I pondered
Filling me with angst and dread
I thought I'd escaped that awful old fart
Now I'm back working for him AGAIN
Haunted eyes stare through me,
Searching, longing, lost at sea,
Soundless cries echo within,
A prisoner in her own skin.
Hidden traumas itch and gnaw,
While the circling buzzards caw,
hands wave from a waring mind,
As she leaves the world behind.
A glitched heart stained in pain,
Just three steps before insane,
Gritted sickness, snatch and grab,
A pretty present on a slab.
locating my frolic
lost somewhere along the way
discarded among my happy-go-lucky
brazen swagger
with teeth gritted for effect
dealing with the dust and dream
looking for my sizzle to find
used to fit snug, like a
a patented soft leather glove
been told I look lustful
in my leathers
ahhh . . .
found my misplaced frolic
to wear with pride
feels so good
I allow it to be unbuttoned
exposing my glad
My laden desk filled by the spilling
Of lipstick gritted cigarette butts
From my ashtray. Piles of grey
Gathering and merging with the
Dust around my typewriter.
A single golden earring, sits
By my now empty hand as I
Extinguish another finished ***.
And memories rot, around the
Unused airline ticket, when I
Wasted my opportunity to go
After the only one who had ever
Given me the ability to write.
This was pain like none I'd had before
from ground up felt like I had been impaled
I leaned unsteadily against the door
fists tightly clenched, through gritted teeth inhaled.
The need to cry out was hard to suppress
in silence, cursed all things from earth to sky
until at last the agony grew less
and fiery tempered thoughts had passed me by.
It will happen again, yes, this I know,
on bedroom radiator stub my toe.
I hate those politicians, they just lie
Promises of earth to any takers
Every time the ballot box is nigh
They'll sell their souls, fast as recordbreakers
By six months they've been exposed as fakers
Fast forward forty years fate does recall
My speech prepared, a wry fly on the wall
Flattered by the lure of praise and title
My rosette pinned, I'm shaking hands with all
Gritted teeth, I lie through my recital
Sunken ships, drowning sorrows.
I wonder about the stories the sea has swallowed.
With her wide, ravenous mouth,
How many sailors has she lapped up?
Her salty, gritted teeth chewing them whole.
Ones with dreams of treasure and mermaids below.
Fathers and mothers, journeying home…
Lost to the sea, never returned.
The comfort of their beds they'll miss.
Now they only know the belly of the beast, and her starved wet kiss.
Ponderings
The Geese were milling around
honking incessantly
asking for directions
the swans paced
regal egg sitters
awaiting their shift
the beaver gritted his teeth
soft wood
hard winter
the river sighed
cold water
edged with ice
spring sun
challenged
the grip of winter
log sitting turtles
cheered it on
the osprey eyed
his do it yourself nest
a distant woodpecker
plays
taps at sunset
John G. Lawless
3/25/2021
magnetic / as the form of communication from you2me, the
pull in-between / come ; carry me. ___ home(a human form)
i cannot see for the ,life of me.. what is it that made you once
cling ; that today makes you bring your remains back with a
vengeful grimace __ dancing over your face? .for/ever i said on
accident- between gritted teeth, feeling nothing for such casual
lie(down, it does no good to frown).move on so i can breathe, so
i can at last laugh.
This morning I woke up
I looked down at my naked form
How a being so small in the universe
Can leave in its wake such misery
This morning I woke up
Eyes puffy, glued at the seams
Bloated, lifeless and stiff
A struggle to get started today
This morning I woke up
Sad, with a small shot of anger
Feel teeth gritted, shut tight
As if to speak would do harm
This morning I woke up
Slightly numb to the day before
A little touch of apprehension
For what today has in store