Short Pinches Poems

though pinches pierces 
the winter wind, versatile ---
not worse than a foe 

30 December...

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Pinches country song
               so is Zirmerman Dylan
               deepning  folk urban...

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bare trees silhouettes
reveal apricot sunrise...
winter pinches blooms ...

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Which Grinch Stole Christmas

You may gain inches
Feel big waist when it pinches
Which Grinch stole Christmas.

Jim Horn...

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the ride home.a bumpy road.i saw her,next to lowes.what a doe i thought,i bought 
her inches,now she pinches me sides.eyes wide awake,i fake the night....

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Kids know that creation is play;
understand that imagination
requires endless reconstruction.

Grown-ups rely on
buckets of hope and pinches of salt,
forget how to play.

Broken toys
in long abandoned sandboxes
dream-on....

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snores,
  wakes up,
     snores,
       wakes up. . .
pinches spouse
rolls back to sleep
face grows red as a flaming sun
eyes
  open
    close
      open
        close
    rolls
lover on the punch bag floor
alarm
  laughs
    dial
  spins
its dreams dramatic

1/30/2020...

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Shoe pinches the one who wears it
Each carries his own cross
Save when lamp of love within lit
Values go for a toss

Living here by earth’s grace
In all souls, see God’s face
Feral acts, man’s disgrace 

Fear inches
Shoe pinches

07-March-2022
Quietus ...

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      His tie knotted tight at the collar
        pinches the neck, he’d love to holler

      Her corset pulled tighter than a drum 
        she’d like to scream, but can only hum

      No sacrifice too great, who worships fashion 
        midnight hour aches and pains ~ faces ashen
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I don’t get it
The now of then
The how of why
The who of whom


Six kids one toilet
Last one in line
Squeeze tight the cheeks
Such drama, nobody speaks


Hands that tell lies
Search for brittle memories
Clutch at the past
As it fades away


Don’t like the cold
It pinches my cheeks
to make breath clouds
The bus is late...

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Poetry is life's sonnets

Sung in tunes of the beating heart

Through pleating words of wisdom

Into a lace of pearls

Every kind of poetry

May be romantic; idealistic; realistic

Thus;

Pinches the inner senses

and kindles the spirituality

In every soul

In one way or other

Ultimately!

Krishna Baalu

krishna Baalu...

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eating humble pie
adding mud and parasites
sprinkling lots of drizzle and grey cloud matter
including many pinches of regret
indulging on the unfortunate bitterness of my modern reality
wasting napkins and paper towels unnecessarily 
wishing for the refreshing flavors of you
knowing that losing you is poison to the life of my soul
letting the monsters win the battle...

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A rooster struts, an eagle soars,
A caterpillar inches;
A dolphin leaps, a panther slinks,
A crab, if bothered, pinches.

A farmer reaps, a tailor sews,
A chef sautés and seasons;
A dentist drills, an artist paints,
All with their private reasons.

My husband vacuums and he cooks
To keep his psyche going,
While I write rhymes so I’ll recall
Which way the wind was blowing....

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I have my head in the sand, buried down deep.
Something comes along, and pinches. The creep!
I bring out my face and there is sand in my eyes.
The lobster that pinched me is thrown to the skies.
I wanted to eat that said a stork passing by.
I gave him a kick and he started to cry.
Why did you do that? Asked my comrade in arms.
It’s what donkeys do, I told him with all of my charms....

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two pinches of nurse with a hint of doctor
sprinkle in the tenacity of an attorney then
stir briskly until smooth and thoroughly kind
 
grease the pan for speed of thought and ease 
of removal for when the heat is too much
bake to superhero perfection until
emergency ready and cape willing
 
when finished decorate with bows and gowns
wrapped with smiles and don't mess with my child eyes...

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olitude 4…..

Incessant rain and the solitude:

You, rain and the solitude 
A trilogy 
Things beyond reach, always loveable!

A sort of old habit!
Always I try to find the common thread!
Even if I know!
Every side of the trilogy 
Same as climbing a hill!

Worst even!

The rain brings both , you and the solitude!
Helpless as before,  I know it pinches!
Solitude draped with leftover memories!...

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Children know how to dream -
both asleep and awake.
They understand playful creation.
This is how each morning
the world is remade.

Nightmares, sweet dreams,
light and dark sinking or basking.
Imagination in endless shades
of reconstruction.

Interpret all with valleys of hope,
and pinches of salt.
Dreams animate spirit,
shape new aspects of infinity.

They contain the seeds we all need
to grow this cosmic garden....

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It's trinet 
Well-set
A poem that you will like 
On foot or on a motorbike 
Nice beats
All sweet 
Nice to

Go through 
Else quit 
Which I'm sure you won't do
For you will enjoy your shoes 
In case 
It pinches 
Feel free 

With glee 
Do change 
A few words if it's strange 
I am cock sure that it
Will fit
With all
No fall



Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May 
January 14, 2021...

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Avoiding Chores for Poetry

Mom’s folding laundry as muse pinches me
sheets flapping with ink scolding
I get beat from both sides

unlined bedding is blessed
the future shakes out Mom’s frown
turns it upside down when she reads my best

strike while the iron is hot and frame it
give it to Mom in present
‘fore she passes away

covered with a clean sheet
no poem disturbs her rest
Mom never beat me with her busy hands
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The Assassin’s Love Affair

Neck thin, veined, soft
Curved sexually past the breast
The waistline lures handling
With sure fingers
Quietly the blade pinches her collar against her
Shoulder bone
Above the heart
The sweaty haired arm with its tattooed muscles
Flexed
Relaxed
The bread is cut
The wine pours thick into the crystal
Eye
Of a panting, toothless mouth
The intercourse
The razor sharp condom
The quiet lover
The cigarette....

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A nymph is squatting inside the center of my spine,
Uninvited yet making himself home,
Sucking the soma from these skeletal cabinets of mine,
Where warmth and wine inside once roamed.

He pinches and pricks my limbs with a stick,
Made of course shapen snow,
Which sands my body with a cat-like lick,
Until I cannot feel either toe.

Get this disgusting little nymph or sprite,
Out of my body please,
I crave for warmth to wrap me tight,
And feel again at ease....

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hurdles - a bunch of needles poking us,
to make us hitch our wagon to a star,
makes us to be sure of ourself; and
pats us to vie for romp to victory

hurdles finds where the shoe pinches,
now i am not a shrinking violet,
as for me passing hurdles is
like taking candy away from baby

life without hurdles is baby without soul,
life with hurdles is welcome of bed of roses,
so i started to embark on new things - 
without idling my time in freeting about HURDLES...

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Swimming in the ocean
       a wincing couple pinches
     Little creature on my leg
       not more than six or seven inches
  
     I looked again, to my surprise
       Hello! - a trilobite!
     Two pincers jutting from its head
       tiny, fearsome sight

     I scolded it: 'You are extinct'
       'Now go away and I won't tell
     You'll get to live another day.' 

     He stayed... So, I swatted him
       to prehistoric hell ~
     THE STUPID ONE-CELL DUMBBELL...

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Time is exhausting…
    It lays in wait 
         to provoke you

pinches that part of you 
      that hurts most,
tears away 
       at your ambition,

laughs at 
     your inability 
to stand up 
         and fight
futile battles 
              that bury you.

Try to escape, 
       but like that 
little hamster 
        on its wheel
you will go 
        nowhere.

2-20-22

This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The Rudiments of Wings...

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