Short Leathered Poems
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Exuberant rapture
Spinning pirouette
Incandescent burning blaze
Spirited phoenix lost in lucent glory
Her anguish
Tired wings
Searing searching eyes
Leathered hands reach softly
Embers steady flame
Unfaltering gaze
Whispers of midnight
Blissful respite
Sir,
With all
My due
Respect,
Don’t curse him
Into the sea,
You might want first
To know his will,
He, who gave you all,
For you, my son
To be
On that fine leathered chair—
0r else,
You ages, for nothing!
Your
Guidance
Counselor,
A father.
Buick leathered quickie
she was awright a hookie
she was lace traced
and he was dollared
looking for a bookie
green he flashed
green she cleavaged
then it was
humpy thumpy
they went
and car was alive
in the the corner
dark, making sound
in just another
Business Round!
This world seen through an old man's eyes
Leathered skin both weathered and wise
With aching back and brittle bones
Still, unafraid of sticks and stones
Vision dims but memory's clear
Knowing full well the end is near
A victim of time, oh what a shame
Back to the dust from whence he came
Oh balls
foul tipped
slow trickled….
down the line
Oh balls
you whirling dervish
biting air…quick clawing
down and away
Oh balls
wood slapped
rising in an arc of cheers
falling in the leathered web
of tears
Oh balls
the games go on
and though I age
the heart still plays
John G. Lawless
©9/26/2021
what tales lie behind wrinkled eyes
sagging corners tired
with life
what dance has
the crooked back danced
angled with experience
blissful and dark
many leathered hands stroked
hair wiry gray
aged by this journey
scratchy laughter remains
of this wrinkled tangible existence
yet the infinite spirit
imprints burden of proof
in the shiny new succession
of childrens giggles
what tales lie behind wrinkled eyes
sagging corners tired
with life
what dance has
the crooked back danced
angled with experience
blissful and dark
many leathered hands stroked
hair wiry gray
aged by this journey
scratchy laughter remains
of this wrinkled tangible existence
yet the infinite spirit
imprints burden of proof
in the shiny new succession
of childrens giggles
Form:
Their feathered shields
like steel, shimmer in sunlight.
Gobbling, wobbling on thorny feet
without flight;
foraging through leathered leaves
that autumn left behind,
acorns lay abundant,
for hungry turkey's to find.
Hey barber, give me a shoe and a shine
As he's lathered he feels just fine
Then he views the shoe shiner
Wow, what breasts, nothing finer
My hands on them I wish they were mine
Young lady, let's spend time in a motel room
Get to know each other, vroom vroom
I'm married, och, you'll be fine
I'll pay, say your working overtime
You tell him, the barbers my groom
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Watching JJ Play with Dinosaurs
David J Walker
The flying reptiles frighten me
What if they come back
What if they attack
What if a stolen egg escalates
Into another annihilation
The plying reptiles fascinate me
What if feathers are lost
What if we ignore the cost
And act in fits of passion
What if their leathered skin
Becomes stylish
Again
What if we killed them all
For fall
fashion
The harbingers of hesitation
Slow with time’s tenacity
Stifle the urge to grasp the moment
Shorten the length of memory’s grasp
Weaken the touch of today’s meaning
Soft raindrops unfelt on leathered skin
Sunshine hints at a forgotten warmth
That fevered longing for a faded shadow
A dream held in the cooling darkness
The lunar ice cloud draws but a silent shiver
Etched into the edge of a frozen moment
Its stars the un-melted tears of lover’s longings
Cold morning light of misty haze.
Ground section, three dimensional rectangular gaze.
Sharp thorns on rose dead red misty tears.
Cracked leather from fisted gloves of black weaponised might.
Shine glistened leathered shoes dulled in this dead light.
Long coat warmth hanging off soulless cold.
Dark glasses cloaked glass eyes shone in glee.
Box lowered slowly.
Oh, but so, so exquisitely.
Standing witness for the joyful final act of the murdered end of thee.