Short Hollowing Poems
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Haloes hesitates handles hollowing hovering ~holograph
5/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
5/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The old bent withered tree had weathered many storms.
At one point, a hollowing out began at its thickest part.
A specific shape took form; the old tree had grown a heart.
For Sijo contest by Rick Parise
Take the heart
Right out of my chest
Scratch with your words
And claw with your eyes,
Dig into my happiness
And turn it to pain
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You cut at my soul
With every backwards glance
I cling to hope
Like a boy on a string
But I'm not empty yet,
I'm just hollowing
kettle shallow form
settled filled body water
retreating glaciers
pond still small body
of water hollowing on...
on embanking dew
lake body largely
surrounded by land water
kettle, pond, and lake
2/10/18
FOR CONTEST: KETTLE, POND, LAKE
SPONSORED BY: Nayda Ivette Negron
lost faces
lose your own
show me face
show me nothing
at
all
cripple ing me
two much more
moreover than under
whoms director of whom
this madness has no doubt
circles in confusion grow square
fences built by teardrops swallows
learn'ed to follow
hollowing aces
bury ing
lost
faces
?
Winds of my existence
seeking an unknown
destination,
petrifying the sailors,
going tainted by
the seas,
hollowing the sands,
disdained by
the pricks,
wrestling with the leaves
in shallow might,
echoing the tales
of immoral pride,
O'Lord,
I seek the direction
of your sin-free
wisdom,
You my only refuge...
my only conviction!
We are doing our best
So why are we so hard on ourselves
Chasing myths and legends
Wears us thin around the edges
Years lost not being true
As if becoming you…
Was a prize to earn with age
Or a curse disguised as wisdom
We trade space for knowledge
But no payoff breaks the fall
These balancing acts we try mastering
Are perfection hollowing us out
As dark as the night is out
My soul crumbles inside of me and I want to shout
Hollowing of my heart, like something is wrong
Every day and night just waiting to know where do I belong
Feels new no matter how long it has been
Feels sad every time because of absence of interest any keen
A loner fits better than being social
Because being honest toward me is now crucial
Form:
Crept in, then disappeared without turning,
whispered directly, heard it slant.
Could it end with a mere discarded hair,
I pulled back like a cure.
Ghostly shameful perfume for
my sick self-pity, the desperate medium.
Hollowing nicks scream an invitation to possession.
Outside the electric lamp splatters sallow paint on rainy pavement,
which is utterly meaningless.
Temperature: 66°F
Cessation the way
Hollowing out mind body
The false drops away
Thus no doing done
As identity recedes
Our heart awakens
Attention does sway
Due to ego momentum
Our core unsteady
Our burning yearning
To align self with The One
Unfolds miracle
Joy percolation
Subtly and gently invades
Rapturising form
Fizz within that is
Is-ness of our being-ness
Boundless bliss within
05-October-2020
Fresh dust
bevels the
stagnant rot
of complacency
hollowing out
better purpose.
Are we
the imaginings
of seraphic
spirits and
demons rivaling
the majesty
of living?
When plumbing
the shaft
of consciousness,
linear thought
corrupts with
persistence the
notion of
time elements
folding membranes
with complicity
most jaunty
without regard
to infinity
within each
daring creation
etched firm
upon clay.
Looking around, I know there's no one here
Your eyes were so unique
Similar to mine
and I wither away each day
like a flower given too much attention
but never any water
I am hollowing from within
These faces are just faces
Beauty is just beauty
Without the context of
all that's been and all that I dream will be
It has no meaning
I look upon their faces I see my own
Only when I look upon your face
Do I see my soul
Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread,
sexually inviting.
The cello drums her,
blind angels
gyrate in a deep darkness.
The cellos voice is her own,
her body sings through
one hollowing mouth.
I am mesmerized by her closed eyes,
her moon drenched emotions.
The bow is low
it nudges me somewhere,
there is no name for that place,
it is somewhere inside a sadness,
a cavern of fading echoes
where joy waits
to be noticed.
Echo’s
Hollowing echos following in my mind wondering what
I may find, Or leave the wind far
behind, Remember you got a friend in the wind.
As I lay I try to shut my racing thoughts in
the echos of my mind thru out the day.
I try and look away but hard as it echos in
the hollows of my mind, Away I stay tucked in
such array,
believing in the cannon express, As I have
nowhere to hide but to stand on the side lines.
Copyright ©2007 Csper McCall
White swans are lost
Lost in a low tide with
Their eyes focused
Focused in an upward gaze while
Their heavy feathers muddy so
Muddy black and senile
Are forcing that damn bird and
Another bird go down deep
Down to suffer in black sand
Eyes of men are following
Following the scene with their
Hearts so cold and hollowing they
Are looking silently
Observing silently how the birds
Freeze slowly and vainly
They freeze to death while
Losing all grace their
Beautiful grace
She drove me into madness and a hollowing despair,
Meddling with concern with the greatest amount of flair,
Probing a life of personal choices that is only mine to know,
Crushing my spirit into her mold and refusing to let me go.
She never makes a stand for others if their could be cost to her,
Leading a life to please the people without creating any stir,
I can not fit that shape she wants my unique and brazen soul to be,
Instead I live in her requested silence and eternal misery.