Short Latches Poems

Like love latches on,
Death takes hold when life escapes
And will not let go....

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In a field
Lies all our hopes
Ancient case
Filled with pure gold
Opens hard
With old latches
The dreams of a lifetime sits


Whitney 2 Contest
Written September 5th, 2017
Verse
3/4/3/4/3/4/7 syllable count...

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My trusty chunky Globite with its rusty clunky latches, 
Its shattered battered corners and its lid worn thin with scratches, 
Pink Floyd stickers on the inside where the teachers couldn't see 'em, 
Now my dusty rusty Globite’s sitting here in a museum....

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SPIKED SECRETS

wings in spiked red sauce
...flappable supper
...disemboweled coffer

under linen cloth
secrets away its latches
and old silk lining

feet pressed against chest
ill at ease...Harker’s knocking
knees..banging back wine

5/2/2018...

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take a look at nature
watch how everything
learns from another

a plant learns to quench it's thirst
from soil so it survives
a newborn goat latches to it's mother
a family of beavers surround themselves in water
building dams as their home and protection...

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Somber are the passages
Sunsets mountains plains
Over ended visions
Clouded atmosphere
Unlock heaven's gate and lightning  latches
Rolling lands of browns and greens
Environmental decisions
Adverse scenery


11/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Tick tock, tick tock,
Hands move slowly around.
Every second, every hour.
Old reliable, sturdy standing alone.
Longing for the day to pass.
Daylight beams cast shadows.
Carefully listen to the sound.
Lightly, softly, rhythmic.
Odour of oak and polish.
Clean with care leave no scratches.
Kneeling down closing the last latches....

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Constantly Came Across

While we were looking at all the latches,
When combined are batches and batches;
No matter what other politicians say,
None of their thoughts work out anyway;
Constantly came across many catches.

Will not cause you to feel that greatly,
So should seem more sedately lately.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet...

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Depression is the workings 
Of a cruel mistress
Sewn into your soul 
By the hands of an evil seamstress.

She latches onto every inch of your existence
Like poison,  she spreads through your body 
leaving you paralysed with no resistance.

She’s  an illness  that can’t  be seen, 
a true dame of deception,
with the highest degrees
In the art of manipulation....

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The morning night thunder-shone
The bright stars fractured me
You in sudden surprise
Whirling in your misgivings
Baby gulls sit on our heads
And we weep forgetting to be merry
Broad is the scope of infinity
Meet me in brackish waters
Death to focus
Death to style
Come worming up to the hole
Peacetime summer reds
I can eat a clock and dream of orangutangs
Forgive these latches
Remove them
Remove them...

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This feathered friend
Was new to thee
Until Sara Kendrick
Introduced me

It's the Whip-poor-will
Delightful night-jar bird
Who forage at night
During the day, rarely heard

Of mottled plumage
In blacks and browns
Deciduous habitats
But rarely towns

This beautiful bird
Departing souls it catches
But in our heart
Admiration as it latches


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Why do those lips
moisten my own - years on?
That labial goodbye, with its embrocate
of memory
returns as a tangible ghost.

A time-traveling incubi latches upon my mind again.
A hummingbirds sip,
a recoil of sensory jack-hammers.

Today, words are meaningless,
lips remain pursed to that goodbye moment.

I did not know it was the end back then, but
it is perfectly clear now -

I am over it....

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She serenades mind body and soul
and she will not let go
shades of blue and sea foam green
she is not what she seems
with the pull of power
within  her ebb and flow
she grabs the human soul
answers get lost on waves
as the body craves
dangerous, beautiful,cold
she latches on so bold
shades of blue and sea foam green
see is not what she seems
stormy temper will boil in rage
all who wish to engage....

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the loin stocks its pray
with strength and speed
it latches on the neck of an elk
bringing it to the ground
it teeth are meant to pierce rip and tare
a deadly blow it eats it meat raw
blood running down it's chin

she draws in her mate
it's time to breed
foolishly he sees no other
nature is calling
with no way out
as she sinks her teeth in
she earns her name 
black widow 

just the circle of life...

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Look at the loovly garden!
Narry a thorn there scratches.
Look at the loovly birds!
A peeping chick soon hatches.
Look at the loovly house!
Such loovly locks and latches.

A loovly family inside.
In nightgowns lacking patches!
Each retires to loovly beds.
As I light loovly matches!
Come morning see the loovly dead.
Reposed upon the ashes!






"Loovly House" was in FANTASY & TERROR 4, 1984....

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Growing on the house
Is a short vine plant
Spreading on the brick
Covering the side window
Blocking all the sunshine
Making the room of darkness

The vine leaf is planted
Along the wooden fence
When it begins to grow
Upwards on the fence
Then calms down and relaxes 
Laying in the sun resting

It grows so very slowly
Stretching, crawling out
      further
As far as it can  go
The latches onto a tree
To spread out once more...

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Before the comets fall
Our GOD created all
Dawned a world raw

Earth made strong
Birth of Man's first home

Eve's plot, wrong
Kicked from gardens gate
Succored fate
Snake slithers into our home

Mankind's faith must stay strong
Blood spills blood
Lightning strikes cain raw
Evil latches on his brittle bones

Dragon's false law
Spewed from a false maw
Sin scorched all

Unbelievers shall fall
Christ saved all
Believe,
And dine in his hall...

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Wintry night,they are not home
Street bare, glacial faces roam
Foothill creepy frigid and cold
Gnomes are busy with their gold.

They are not home,hours drip 
Like yellow jackals,owls' trip
Brooks sleep under icy cream
Glow worms shiver in their dream.

They are not home, latches click
Wind pounds the door old and sick
Dismal moon is on the wane
Flies are stuck on windowpane.

They are not home, they never were
The house is built for ghost I swear....

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A teapot with no whistle
Is no easy thing to find.
My husband, for some reason,
Seems to like the silent kind.

A few have little latches
So the whistler stays ajar,
Preventing any sound but steam
From getting very far.

But not the one that I brought home – 
You can’t avoid the whistle
And though I wouldn’t mind it,
Well, my spouse begins to bristle.

So I’ll return it and I will
Resume my vain pursuit
Of a teapot that, when boiling mad,
Prefers to keep things mute....

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