Short Hellbent Poems
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her attitude is as Stoney as the Henge ~ she’s hellbent on revenge
like an old cow chewing cud and grazing ~ her utters are a hazing
Deepest fears deplete the darkened mirror
The shallow artifact goads the seer
Lamps switch between worlds
Starlight crimp and burn
A hellbent crucible is near
As long as
You are hunting
Luck
You are not
Worthy
Of it
As long as
You are
Chasing
Erotic love
Passion will
Elude you
As long as you are
Hellbent on
Chasing what
You can
Not have
Luck
Will not
Come
Your way.
Luck knows
Better.
I've lost my marbles.
I wonder where they went.
I've lost my marbles.
running on a hellbent.
I've lost my marbles.
Oh, where could they be.
I've lost my marbles,
rolling away from me.
I've lost my marbles.
Where did they go?
I've lost my marbles.
Not a one to show.
Wake me up I must be dreaming,
All I hear are people screaming.
Running Hellbent for their lives,
Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives.
Chased by rabid daughters, sons,
With sharpened knives and loaded guns.
Vengeance towards their harsh demands,
For taking cell phones out of hands.
Without an iota…
out of the pan
into the fire
for my wokeness
an eternal pyre
God given compassion
comfort
I cannot see
for my own
you will not believe
they say you can’t teach
an old dog
new tricks
but I will still try
between the stones
and the sticks
despite
what you’re believing
I wish you
ease of being
pays to be me,in defeat,do you scream.lean, plaeser,a hellbent
ceaser,weezer,the band,my biggest fan.so?who are they/they repay from
scratch,did it catch?where are they?doing it/when?where/give in,care.see the
lights,fantastic,creme de creme,me agnastic.wastic,pretty boy,give it up,give to
loins.foil man,where's the gerbil?
Hellbent
free fall
unsynchronized tumble
Helter-skelter
feet first
head first
Arms akimbo
screaming, holding my breath
into a cold inferno
beyond the stars, shivering
jackals howling
Echoes of the end of time...
startled awake
throat hoarse
covered with gooseflesh
November 25, 2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
(“Field of Dreams - Flanders 1917”, 2020, original oil)
HellBent
Rumors of war, hard-ons for war
Bad dreams and perverse fantasies
Driving dirty old men forward into battle.
For at least someone to do
And have done to them.
Just as a real peace is on the horizon
The machines of war come to life
Preparing the ground for harvest
To supply the hawks and crows
Their carnage.
(11/25/24)
They never hand a chance,
young lovers in a dance with time
and circumstance.
Loving
Laughing
Running
Hiding
Robbing
Killing
But the world adored the lovers,
the doomed wanderers,
the hellbent folk heroes
evading the law and the end
that was coming.
There is no honor among thieves,
betrayal is only a deal away
from a friend willing to make a trade,
and the legend of the lovers began
when their lives ended in a trap
full of bullets.
Four seasons ago my life was rebooted
A year process for it to be completed
Here are my learnings from the constant upheavals
Stop being against yourself for you have enough adversaries
Society is hellbent and fixated on life’s outcomes
Try more to focus on the process and its jewels
Faith in what you cannot see is eternal
Faith in what you can see is temporal
Whatever happened to you is either a gift or lesson
Rejoice evermore and do not let envy be your weapon