Short Pawn Poems
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This a place of souls
more precious than all the gold,
payment without sin
to heaven one is promised.
The trap door to hell, busy.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
I can see the King
cherished, beside his dear Queen
he prefers I bow
but never do I intend
for I only play to win
February 16, 2016
Scratch! It's a Jackpot winner!
Running as fast as lightning
His feet can barely keep up;
Had to sell his mother's ring
just to survive and pay rent;
Now to propose to his Love,
the ring's back from the pawn shop.
There's someones trash,
Others rare treasure,
A lost estate,
Someones eviction furniture,
Electronic doo-dads,
Scratched cd's
Colored glass,
X-box games,
Something for everyone
Sometimes a cafe next door
for those who spend the whole day!
Went with the wife to the pawn shop
To earn a little cash
I was in quite a hurry
Made my poor wife dash
I did a bit of haggling
But no luck, I made a groan
When they only offered me
Ten pounds for the wife
So I had to take her home.
he's with his prom queen
but what he doesn't know
is that she's the prom queen
that's really just a pawn
she's just a pawn
that's gotten around more
long live the king
hope he pawns off his queen
when she reaches the other team
and finds herself checkmate
Form:
Lately my life has been pure hell
So it seems that now I must sell
Sell my belongings, sell my soul
Sell off everything
That is even slightly old
So to the pawn shop I go
For a little quid pro quo
Where my wallet will surely grow
God I hope so!
At The Pawn Shop
6/24/2013
Poisoned pawn, desire-aversion
Observe mind oscillate
Worthy lama, chose cessation
In tranquil calm sedate
God beckons, go in now
Fragrance of love follow
Vibrant, joyous, mellow
Lust we spawn
Poisoned pawn
12-December-2021
Quietus
Poisoned pawn, be wary of lust
Taste at your own peril
Ego cravings, learn not to trust
Choose seeds we sow and till
We are not mind-body
Discard then thoughts shoddy
Negate desires gaudy
Life game gone
Poisoned pawn
19-September-2021
Quietus
this passage contains coverage
for the purpose of survival
where to turn next is not known
this sewer contains drainage
for the purpose of pure release
what to burn next is not yet determined
this heart contains usage
for the purpose of nothing
how to fix what is left is still pending
Just as I read
in a book of Japanese poems
a snail may look at a sunset
and just as a cat
may look at a queen
a pawn in a chess game
may still see the play
and be a judge
and make judgement
and be more than a pawn
the chess game, one day
may rely more on the pawn
than it wants to
SBaquie 2000
your hurt, my hurt
they echo one another~
betrayal spares
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Man's fate lies with the gods
Let no one forget the odds
Lest, he shake hands with death
And sleep without breath.
Ceaselessly, the weavers weave
The very fabric of his life
Through the gate
He'll walk with a little faith
On this path lies his real fate
A thin ice on whose cold brink he skates
He's just a pawn
For the gods move him like a clown
carved from ivory
placed in peril at your whim~
expendable
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bruised brush bled
oozing, drooling dreg
puked pulpy pledges
wielded wits etches
hankering zeal hoisted
dribbling fiery drills
yearning fingers flickers
dragging moaning meter
delicate gaze glisters
gaunt grasped gibes
itching dainty drive
mystic art's aisle
crisp contractions yawns
pluming porous pawn.
'20:04:21:19:26
Note: Of porous picture.
Tortured and destroyed I fall to the floor,
a darkness waits anxiously for more.
It laughs and croaks as blood falls,
more and more as it splatters the walls.
It stands up to enjoy the kill,
I lay still for I have not the will.
Pleading for a hasty end the weapon raises,
one swift blow i see the hazes.
Darkness takes me over I am no more,
just a pawn laying on the floor.
Standing outside the dingy building
peering through the dusty glass
I see something that is glittering
looking closely a lamp of brass
I enter into the pawn shop
It is a lovely snowdrop lamp
made of brass a fancy prop
it even has a maker's stamp
How much I ask the wizen man
we haggle and barter over the price
he tells me its come from Japan
when I pay him he thanks me twice
contest: At The Pawn Shop written 06/13/2013
Diamonds. How many ways can you chip the edges
off desire
so the facets still inflame fire?
Gold: A treasure
you starve to afford – a minted
hunger in the hoard.
Rhinestones: Cheap tears
solidified
in the corner of each eye.
Pearls: So many layers
of weeping hardened about a vexed core
that just keeps growing.
Don’t look behind you at those
baubles and gems. Why would you want them?
Walk out and shut the door.
I see tables,
I see chairs,
I see my granny's old underwear,
I see guns,
I see Jewelry,
I see really old books,
cranky old crooks,
I see lots and lots of stuff here at the 'ol pawn shop,
but my favorite thing of all,
is the old dinosaur jaw,
I get to the counter and find an old tattered box,
one that locks!
Now I'm real happy and I'll be comin' back to this old special pawn shop,
and I'll be'a'buyin'me that old box,
the one that locks!
Form:
P.A.W.N.
In war…
P eople
A re
W orth
N othing
It is the most ludicrous concept imaginable
The idea itself is antiquated
Killing each other is overrated
The power of peace is understated
Yet we continue on
Power and blood are sadly related
It’s the knowledge of war I wish faded
Perhaps you think I sound jaded
Our hatred of each other is tremendously dated
Because of us I no longer feel elated
Eric (and sometimes not)
Since I found this plight
bound by unchageable shapes and controls,
it had become my own comfort zone
that sometimes , I feel trapped.
Strings on my neck choke
as repeated patterns bring me back ,
to a never -ending void of selflessness...
life, I yearn for your freedom's touch.
In this circus of life's charade,
I follow the magicians and ringmasters
without a power to access my instincts...
but the the show must go on.
Puppets Contest
At the pawn shop...
Where treasures go
I have come for it to go
This treasure also
Grandpa passing gift
My body cold lift
Under a cold feet
My hand loose their swift
My heart doubles its pound
I can hear the heavy sound
As the door turns round
Welcomes face will bound
I feel lifeless above the ground.
The gold cuff links
Will do as every other sinks
I've no choice....speaks
My right eye blinks
As the pawn man shrinks
My treasure to a dollar.
It sat with double doors propped open
inviting the poor, the sad, the broken
Its dusty shelves stuffed and sated
with objects – some fresh, others dated
I carried my dreams with heavy arms
formerly dazzling magical charms
Now in tattered cardboard boxes
a life in unresolved paradoxes
Prized possessions, cherished memories
adored as luxurious shiny accessories
Their worth besmirched and unfamiliar
traded for coins of gold and silver.
Her blue eyes once looked upon
me with an affectionate gleam;
But now that loving glow is gone
vanishing like yesternights dream.
Nothing, it’s said, lasts forever
only fools would think otherwise;
yet we accept this endeavor.
The truth lies exposed in their eyes-
outside windows into the soul
where words needn’t be said by each
to know that love was once ensouled
had now become just out of reach.
Nevertheless, life must press on
Even for a jilted love pawn.
I do feel that Mr Trump's been changed
I'm most aware..of a different range
Of vaccine speed in the weft and warp'
Billions talking in from the scoros corp
A human queen he finds so amazing
I kid myself not, that he's even hazing.?
I saw some UK pundits view; they say.'
He's changed.. and they're not kidding hey!
Is this just a narrative of more confusion
Will America charge into dissolution?
A sucker punch soon to deck the world.?
Hold on tight, the tide now foams and swirls.'