Short Hangers Poems
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Wish
I made a wish for
Elmwood Airport hangers to
store official notification of
facts, and, to
store liquor with a
raw egg base.
Coat Hangers
My coat hangers in
my walk-in closet have yet to
pass my
harsh and severe and
strict bringing to
an end doubt test of
worth.
A crush, is that what it is?
Or is it just an illusion?
My mind plays tricks on me
like a magician pulling
rats out of hats
using coat hangers
for abortions.
drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed
hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams
Rondelet: Cliff hangers
In the name of
Our party let other half cry
In the name of
Our safety sever one half off
For mere two per cents let's all die
The chosen people never lie
In the name of
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Virginity test
Two lovers gasping for air
Mutual resistance
Tragic cliff-hangers
Two lovers gasping for air
In simulation
Gratification
Two lovers gasping for air
Simultaneously
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Contest # 4
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed: 4th
Night wrinkles on dim hangers.
Bell-bottom pants,
two-toned platform shoes,
a `kipper' tie,
unhinge from time and mind.
The closet door clicks shut.
Empty hangers swing-on in the dark,
rocked now
by the surviving members
of every rock band
that ever broke up.
Been sorting out my wardrobes
Geez, what a chore
Some left on their hangers
Most are on the floor
Tried to be ruthless
Not worn last year then out they go
Must bundle up the floor ones
Before my heart says NOOOO
It’s a 6 monthly ritual that I abhor
Money is put in a box in aid of cancer
A vision only my sleeping eyes
can see:
Night wrinkles on dim hangers.
Bell-bottom pants,
two-toned platform shoes,
a `kipper' tie,
unhinge from time and mind.
Then the closet door
clicks shut like a shell.
Empty hangers swing-on in the dark,
rocked now
by the surviving members
of the Rolling Stones.
You who perniciously perpetuate
In your own timely image
In a changing, disastrously dangerous world
You reap momentary satisfaction
Millions of blind, awe-struck hangers-on
Whose eerie interpretation is often mistook
Now you deceptively sway them
Tomorrow someone will slay them
As each tempo or rhythm separates
Boys and girls
These are hangers
Especially for you
Please don't simply throw your jackets
On the bed or chair
Please hang them up for airing
For the laundry worker
For your eyes too
Out of sight out of mind
Hangers will remind you
To wear them regularly
And also remind you
The love of mother
Buying them for you
I am just a rack of Bones
Standing here vertical
I raise my hands and arms
I go to my closet
and they're hanging
Inside that little room
Hanging on hangers my flesh my skin
My soul
As I reach in put on my skin
Now I'm completely clothed yet naked
12/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
To life, and all the hangers-on
Who’ll endure when the others have gone?
“We will,” hissed the cockroaches
“Don’t forget us,” squealed the rats
Ah yes, the rats
The idiom kings
“Rat race”
“Fight like cornered rats”
“Like rats leaving a sinking ship”
“Drown like rats”
Except for that last one
You guys are resilient
Raise your
Hands
Voice
Belt
Shoes
Hangers
Whatever
You get a
Hold of
Bring it down
Hard
Fast
Repeat
Again and
Again
'Till we
Get it through
Our heads
Why won't we
Listen
Stop
Calm down
Behave
Understand
Be good for
Once
We're out of
Control
Too hard
To handle
We'll never
Understand
So you raise
Your hand
Form:
One, As Another
One comes to pass
As one comes to life
One goes to class
As one goes to the knife
One sells their goods
As one sells themself
One brings the foods
As one brings their dead self
One stops their hunger
As one stops another’s breathing
One hangs their clothes’ hangers
As one hangs themself waving
One does one action
As one does an opposite reaction
Written on January 13, 2020
The drug that I use
Makes me abuse
Tempers fuse
But don't get confused
The drug is anger
It causes danger
And cliff hangers
Flesh & bone banger
My heart is thumping
Adrenaline pumping
Veins are jumping
Fist to wall bumping
I can't control
My head is swole
There is a hole
That sucks in my soul
Blood is racing
Got me pacing
The edge I'm facing
There is no tracing
Temple is flaring
Nothing is baring
I'm not caring
My skin is taring
I'm angry
Pro life chop shops
sanctity botched
chain your baby makers
inspect your baby’s crotch
laws ban
lives hang
hangers wrought and bought
the worst of how we’re natured
belts
you’re just another notch
fit in
or sin
resisting a rest
existing erased
pop up chop shops
for furl of brow and fraught
the worst of how we’re natured
belts
you’re just another notch
Composed for Emo-Music Inspired Poems
Poetry Contest by B.J. Fitz
white roses
in a silver chalice
vanilla curtain in bride’s boudoir
one pastel petal on floor
pristinely cupped
purity and innocence of chamber
wedding dress & petticoat
on satin hangers
pronouncement will be made
in morrow
when her soft skin is kissed
tenderly
and carelessly
the gown and petticoat
the old, new, borrowed, blue
and one potent petal
on the floor
below
a silver chalice
of
voluptuous white roses
This weight is great
Heavy upon my soul
Each tear drop is lost
On my wet pillow
Memories now a dream
Sharing is now gone
An empty dinner plate
Filled with only thought’s
Empty hangers in a closet
Our youthful days
Have disappeared
Laughter is now fear
Your greeting message
Still on our phone
A voice I cannot erase
Sitting here alone
A grief I must now embrace
Contest: Givers
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date Created: 09/21/2020
Come to life
I am a rubber air filled ball
And I bound
I’m a shovel and I dig what I’ve become
I stand strong and tall as I plant my feet in the ground
I am an eraser
And I will undo characters I’ve created
Come to life
Plastic hangers so discriminate now
NO WIRE Hangers!!
I am alive yet I’m a stone
I am alive but I am wind blown
Come to life
In animated objects
Rise
Live on
Come to life
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
In the rear view is a big slab rider in
tiger prints on the open road.
Off the pike and down the route, I
see my breath she sees the inside of
a brain bucket lid.
Crispy corn snakes slither between those
bubble gum wheels, I see my breath she
parts the fog with hot drag pipes.
Her gore-tex grips those tasseled ape hangers, in
armor head to toe.
The silence breaks into four-banger parade,
I see my breath she lets off the
binder and flogs up the dawn.
Haggard honey-loving homies held Hank’s hamhocks hostage
He hitched his hayrack, having habitual hints hint his huffiness.
Harry harbored horrifically hideous habits, hissing his heebe-jeebies.
Hangdog Hilda hesitated, having heard Hale hinting Harry’s holiness.
Huffy hummingbird Helen hindered Happenstance Hilda’s hayseed habits.
Himalayan Herbert, hayseed harboring hazardous hags, hid Hilda and Helen.
Hallowed horses having hatpins hissed, having had hobo handy hangers help.