Short Lock Poems
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you won't the sunshine
than get off that line
and unwince
pick up that's sign
its not the time
to have a
LOCK MIND
My smile is locked to you
For you make me happy
And when I am with you
I am now locked to your body
As you are to mine
they come together
you need forever
to have a boxes
or a cot
as you go and shop
people will see
there's a
LOCK AND KEY
Stripped of his future,
outrunning his past
The doors locked within him
—first to the last
(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)
Cheeks: apple skin shined
Hair: flaxen golden threaded
Lips: petulant pout
Eyes: dark sea currents whetted
Date: Circa 1903.
its no joke
don't be a doke
we need a home
wher can be a
lone
and much more
youu see in the boxes
need
LOCK KEY AND
DOOR
I would like to be a sleuth
So I could find out the real truth
Of all the debating
And hesitating
To be able to obtain the proof
Form:
Covid brand
This lock
All countries in use
Anytime to lock
Anytime to unlock
Setting the default
Key not found
By mind sound!
Let me stand
For all the pain
In my head
And let me say
We all live on
Maybe one day
We will sing
The same song
Lock eyes
And both be gone
as you pass thur
they were on you
nuthin i could do
and these or know lies
you were the star of thr block
you had on you too
MY EYES WAS LOCK
next generation
digital
world to fall apart
MagiCicada
I stare at those locks oh so red
Flame buoyant hair's rare on a head
It's your special spice
That to touch would be nice
But I'm stuck with the wife till I'm dead
**Form is actually Shadorma**
I’m going
To lock my heart up
And will throw
The gold key
Away from hurtful women
Those that kill my soul
Russell Sivey
your intense gaze gave me jitters...
churning the calm ocean of my mind
Date: 05/02/2021
Submitted for: "The Way You Look At Me" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
The many widows have a lock on they mouth,
The reason for widowhood will be deep hide.
The killer helped ms Smith this position allowed,
And for ms Jones helped just a dose cyanide.
One lock has one key
No other key will fit
One made for the other
Only she can open it
And when the lock is opened
What's inside will pour
Out in floods of passion
Locked inside no more
Starless sky
soundless streets
sparrows soundly sleep
superstores shut
silenced shops
silent soul sagacity
savoring solitude serenity
Second Place: JCB Brul-Savoring Solitude-4/23/21
A prisoner
long muted
An inmate
of time
Its ball
and its chain
Restricts
and defines
Promises
broken
With freedom
abjured
The silence
a lock
To bind me
— secure
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Canadian since birth shouldn't really matter
The loony down south needs a life in the slammer
What are they waiting for
Throw him out the door
Lock him up before more laws he can fracture
A
sexy
blonde bombshell
fresh and footloose
notoriously
enticing, ensnaring
dragged me by my nose-ring
bewailing, bemoaning made me
walk down the aisle towards the altar
intentionally intimidating.
A Canadian since birth so it shouldn't matter
But the loonie down south deserves life in the slammer
What are they waiting for
He's a festering sore
Lock him up before more laws he can fracture
Will is the executive …
intellect advisor
Choice as a marriage
the two must condone
Committed and daunting
with guideposts of knowledge
Marching in tandem
— pursuing the truth
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Ensnare my heart
Puzzle my mind
Boggle my feelings
While I follow you blind
Riddle my ears
Spin me a tale
Cast out my fears
Love will never fail
Envoke my dreams
Stroke my pride
Live in my destiny
Lock our souls inside
charm(ed) bracelets
and bangles
and books on
strange science
in fogs
of whatever
all sold
by the locks
as sellers
in cellars
with culture
on counters
sell lifestyles
as street food
and vinyl
as clocks.
Close the door why?
not to alter your life....!?
Hide the window why?
for fear of pondering
the imponderable....!?
lock yourself in
for what ?
Not to be revealed,
for being afraid of fate, of infinity,
of the unknown...?