Short Mallet Poems
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Free the spirit from the stone and the wood.
With chisel and mallet carve
whatever it tells you.
The sculptor selects
a mallet and a chisel,
repositions the
rock, creates the tailings to
pave the statue’s patron path.
I’d be fair yet tough
N rule the courtroom
With a iron mallet, fist
Saying order in the court
& sentence killers
N others as I see fit
The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood.
The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood.
young mind
gray skies
tough times
high walls
eight ball
another fall
storm upon storm
heart half torn
patience worn
another challenge
swing the mallet
another soul callous
sweet blue horizon- you've grown into your smile
sat on a pallet
with big blow hit my wallet
met with a mallet
read all of the facts
body looked like battle ax
that never attracts
walked along with Luke
disagreed and did rebuke
a crazy old kook
would be atrocious
did eat things when ferocious
also delicious
Jerry was running from Tom
The day it all went down
A mouse had the upper hand
And one cat wore a frown
On a quest with his mallet
As good as being in dark
That mouse was hard to get
Evading without one mark
Things were good for Jerry
He could always run away
Tom did what he always did
Plan for yet another day
The alter has all but fallen...
Once powerful in awe...
The struggle, canal, of waves dissolve...
Great divide stand wilt...
The cries touched with chords
of Braille...
enticed outstretched mallet
drive in another nail...
bystanders reel in wrath...
All consumed by an energy...
they too, themselves...
yet tapped...
Molder of mega minds
Tracker of tiny time
I write mountaintops
To read the bottom line
Storm catacomb castles
Swarm like Hollywood hustle
Transform fat into mighty muscle
Warm and happy
With an afternoon apple
Fruit salad ballads
Round about rapids
Cool off in a bath of acid
Knock the voices out of my head
Using a rubber mallet
Blunt mallet wallops down,
On an iron nail, that pierces flesh,
And shatters bone and meets resistance,
In the hard wood beneath.
I try to imagine the feeling,
By pressing a biro into,
The palm of my hand;
I think I can………………..
NOTE: The Romans crucified thousands of people and this poem is dedicated to all of those
victims.
When a mallet strikes a crystal bowl
It causes vibrations to penetrate the mind and enter the spirit
A magical power that
wipes away worry and pain
as mystic vibes touch the soul - enlightening as well as healing
The Buddha nature is in us all
as we strive for the truths we need
Let the sounds carry you to a place
Where fear and anxiety do not exist
Where all sounds blend into one sound
Om
Fungus Solarium
mushroom
sun room
Give them Voting Rights
Shallots’
Ballots
To Crush it!
Shallot
mallet
Flooded Veggie
Spinach
in ditch
Romantic Invitation
Meet me,
Sweet pea
Don’t Let it Into Salad
Hard chard
is barred
Scarred for Life
The chard
was marred
Sweet-potato Grazers
Two lambs
chew yams
Stink Weed
Garlic
Charlock
Hello, Red Fellow
I greet
my beet
hammer
handy, headed
clutching, sounding, striking
bludgeon, mallet, pinpoint, fastener
protruding, retracting, projecting
pointed, rusty
nail
Date created: 07/03/2022
In the bible it states that no sin is more fraudulent than another,
so in this mighty country that we have labelled the Home of the Free,
why do we judge each other, constantly dropping the judicious mallet that belongs to God,
point fingers and ridicule the next man,
determined to cause fright,
but inside we are petrified it might,
be our turn to face this judgmental fight,
what will they say when your sins are broadcast... Under the Lights
A moon interrupted;
riles the social class.
A native sense comes of age.
Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and
kills you with a mallet.
The scared mask falls
off the divine embrace, lets
free the pigeons from the golden cage.
The forked tongue will
speak only truth. Blood
was the only stain, washed easily.
I will get the tan
in moonlight only. My scars
will remain invisible in silver.
Satish Verma
Faithless mallet
O' governing gavel
See me upon my knees
Prepared to grovel
For it was peace I sought
But chaos I wrought
In a fit of rage
I burned the page
Faithless mallet
O' governing gavel
How I've done it now
The world now weeps
But my end it will know
For salvation I need
For it I shall surely bleed
I shunned my faith
Now I face the wraith
Faithless mallet
O' governing gavel
I believe not in you
Nor this faithless justice
Oops. That was a very big tumble
Now everyone around me mumbles
I didn't mean for it to show
But everyone went woah
Nonetheless, it was still a big fumble.
After all, what dropped was my mallet
It priced at all i had in my wallet
Now all they feel is fear
Even though it’s just a sphere
It’s not like its a gun and a bullet.
People need to chill out
They just don’t see my clout
This is harmless
Because I’m armless
So as they watch, I sit here and pout.
Parted curtains
puff of smoke.
Parlor trick
or cruel joke?
First a bat,
then human form—
eyes aglow,
fangs enorm.
And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.
But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
reactions slow.
As he lunged
I stepped aside;
mallet ready,
his chest I eyed.
He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.
2nd Place, Poems from the Vampire, Just That Archaic Poet
The sweet, dead myrrh
of new cowhide
never ceases to please--
it is palpable, tempered,
clay to touch, a naked
casing of imaginings.
We moisten it, make it cool
to cheek, dry it to immaculate
canvas, a pale flesh
of flame and warm breath.
Gently, we mallet it to meaning,
carve it to incandescence,
an unspoken speaking.
It is indigo water
in crackled blue vases
on sun-brimmed afternoons.
It is contentment
of satin skin, beveled roan flower--
a poem at tongue’s edge.