Short Innards Poems
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Schizophrenia
Festering innards
Valley overgrown with shards
Fragments oozing soul
Date Nov 24 2016
Contest The fault Line
we both in embrace
our souls demand something more
innards of silence
Earthenware,
Gently coated with 24 karats,
Lungs, innards, entrails, liver,
The heart left untouched,
Untainted,
Egyptian burials,
Wrapped in cheesecloth.
ooh i see the sun
shine of melting trees, the oak’s
innards warmed by soak
saturated with the rain
and rapturous melody
1/23/2023
The Tex-Mex festival was bountiful
But it scratched my innards, much like steel wool
When the cramps began
Oh, how fast I ran
My impersonation of Old Faithful
Sunshine all day, great to be alive
When the sun is shining, that's when I thrive
Every day's a winner
Comes from my innards
Yours truly, don't need no push to survive
Can't talk for long, having a friend for dinner
Yikes! Do you actually eat all the innards
You're such a silly
Quite a dilly
When it comes to a treat, they're absolute winners
Can't talk for long, having a friend for dinner
Yikes! Do you actually eat all the innards
You're such a silly
Quite a dilly
When it comes to a treat, they're absolute winners
Can't talk for long, having a friend for dinner
Yikes! Do you actually eat all the innards
You're such a silly
Quite a dilly
When it comes to a treat, they're absolute winners
There's this roundish fellow named Moe Hyatt
Who's beginning a strange liquid diet
Hyatt will only drink kegs
'No, Moe!' his poor liver begs
Then all his innards start to run riot
Betrayal
sprays red and distrust
all over what was once
unblemished and pure.
The stains
will never go away,
and while forgiveness
must prevail to salvage sanity—
still—
my innards whimper
and rage.
A small chicken more like a fryer
One with all its innards
When the pack was opened
Out came two necks, three livers, two gizzards
No hearts?
There has got to be a poem in here somewhere____
skating upon saturn’s rings
endless ice cold arcs
innards of past moons shattered
blades reopen wounds
in my wake scars and chaos
proof ~ that I was never here
The night’s full moon eclipses
Greater than pumpkins
A scene masterfully done
Cast over their sins
Jack-O-Lanterns scream
From their blood thirsty innards
The moon does redeem
Russell Sivey
Form Seguidilla
pact fusion hath brewed
welds cauldron spewed spit fiery
sparse talents biformed renowned
oddity affair
ardent youth pose statuesque
fragile innards touch grotesque
bursts end aggression
severs espousal rapport
guilt aspires realist soars
Stoned Hair A Mass
Tattooed – Sullen – Spiteful
Hip – Hip – Hip
I Have never seen my face,
Except in reflection –
Narcissistic passion
Pull out my eyes
Look back at the beast,
In denial of innards
Not faith –
Where is God?
The Sea . . .
By all means, forget how to be bitter,
For bitterness will eat your innards out
Make you as unpalatable as kitty litter,
And turn you into a disagreeable pout--
Destroy it … if you ever want any clout!
Written May 6, 2022
TOOT SUITE
Alas, as hunters treed their prey
envisioning the feast
gravied meal at end of day
sopped up in breaded yeast.
An ill wind blew
and no one knew
from where it emanated
As sugar in the innards boils
and then - a little toot uncoils
Whatsapp Woes
I marvel at the morning dump,
Where innards churn, as a pump,
Where mighty thoughts,
Of what aught, and naught,
Get flushed into the Whatsapp sump!
A meeting spot
For thoughts to rot,
To raise a stink,
Smudge still-wet ink;
Cesspool of noxious broth!
Now I miss myself,
mystic unity, seeking warmth at night.
For a change not
energizing a reach out,
a task that always
felt a little foreign.
The muscles of my
innards fatigue.
I wait for long respite.
Not everyone does
what he has to do
gracefully. I balk and sputter.
Yesterday filled my cup
Tonight I go solo
Today I refill my soul
Just me and myself
Self-care is today’s business
Recharging my spent innards
Tomorrow back into the wild
Next week back to the pile
Never alone with faith
Just me and my God
I need today to face tomorrow
Future requires loving the present
The old church sits
Squalid in its agony
Bitten by the earth
The air groans
The gates swung wide
Her innards raped
Gutted by vultures
Still darkness falls from the sky
It is a Murk,
A cancerous toxin
Spreading into the roots
The old world rises
Where survival rules
None are free
No miracle comes from ruin
The decay lurches on
Battle scar from spider bite
Shame from things done wrong
Freckled with regrets
Nothing secretive or hidden
I am as open as a flower
Showing my innards
Memories other have long forgotten
I hang on to forever
Reliving my despair and my sorrow
No secrets
I spill it all out onto the parkway
letting others dance in my truth
Love such as this is virulent.
Caustic and toxic, this love burns my innards.
I burn for you.
I need no antidote.
This love is worth the pain.
Your venomous tongue lashes me.
Words cannot hurt me now.
Your eyes petrify me, Medusa.
But my advances will not be halted.
I need my venomous fix.
My blood boils,
Ready for your poison to contaminate.
an old piano
child size
lays in the garbage heap
its body broken
its innards hanging out
on the frame
like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces
its ivory keys are separated and cover the ground
its poor, in bad condition and cheap
to many not worth repairing
for most purposes it is dead
only to be remembered by few who knew and loved