Short Kneecaps Poems

Bare feet scraped kneecaps 
summer's ups and downs on bike 
carefree and youthful...

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sometimes writing is like
climbing a steep hill,
reaching the top
is a lofty dream,
each step requires
good kneecaps...

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Sitting happy in my bathtub
Sailing my boat 
Smoothly between and around my kneecaps
When she stepped in and capsized me...

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Sitting happy in my bathtub
Sailing my boat 
In still waters 
between and around my kneecaps
When you stepped in 
and capsized 
me...

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I long for the night. 
the night 
sheaths me 
in glorious 
grease. 
Slippery sudsy 
spry and sniveling 
are my friends 
under the water, 
between the oil, 
tickling my toes 
and 
nibbling at my 
kneecaps....

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VERTIGO
imbalance, dizzy 
wobbling, swirling, unsettling
headache, ear bones, legs, kneecaps
balancing, steadying, walking
firmly, upright
STABILITY...

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CARNIVAL   MIDGETS    

          
Short  people?
I fear for my feet. . . 
. . . Could bite ’em
. . . Or steal socks.
Such people should be compelled
To always use stilts !


Even then,
I cant stand their eyes   -
Small,  beady,
Insect-like   - 
Staring at me constantly,  
Right in the  kneecaps.

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Written for   by  Sydney  Peck  for
Nette Onclaud’s  Contest     ~SHARE A SHADORMA~...

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Waves of blue extend as far as the eye can see
raising high above the leafless treetops I dwell
a turquoise statue rests in the parkway
broken kneecaps and fingers but I don't know who
is attributed this honor dressed in flags of red
I close my eyes and imagine the battle scar
at Fort Sheridan where settlers dreams came true
A black bird glides down upon this glory
the sun starts shining through the clouds
and my thoughts wander to visions of you...

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On a cold, dark, blackened night
I walk along the shoreline
The bright moon glows
And shines its light upon the ocean
Illuminating the crystalline waters
It whisks me away to heavenly solitude

As my eyes slowly shut
The lashes calmly lower and click silently against my face
All I see is darkness
I feel a shifting in my kneecaps
And hear a chuckle
I think the ocean is talking to me

And I awaken from my trance
Hoping that I may feel that peace again...

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They found her folded over her kneecaps
between the black mirror in the heart of his tires
and the grimy curb tugging shamelessly at her skirt,
her face to the sky and her eyes full of stars.

    -It's not beautiful-
She said to no one in particular.

So they picked her up and brought her back inside.
She laughed while they washed the blood off her legs,
holding her arms out like the cross -
stainless steel under all her bones,
the rust from his nails
corroding her heartbeat....

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