Short Prosthetic Poems

two excited kids
happy with prosthetic limbs
i cry as they play...

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I once knew a pirate named Meg
The poor girl had only one leg
So I carved a prosthetic  
But it looked so pathetic
That everyone now calls her Peg...

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A sage river in a field of sand
     So flows hope in a barren land
          The crippled heart in prosthetic steel
               Hacked and scarred, a vulture’s meal...

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Saw a man
healthy and fit
Stop halfway up a hill
While a man with a prosthetic leg
Passed him
The muscle that made the difference…
Was in their head.


Kale Brereton
August 12, 2018

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false teeth
prosthetic arms and legs
diapers
wigs
grenades
expired passports and licenses
human skull
ribbons
plastic bottles
papers by the ton
glass
Styrofoam that never disintegrates
food scraps
filling up landfills one item at a time...

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Prosthetic language can never fix 
  a Poems broken joints

Only inspiration can set
  the break for sure

Crutches and canes to prop up verse
  severely disappoint

Perception falling on its face
  —a crippled lost poseur

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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Your ball-point tip 
leaves a trace of ink 
as I cradle 
your spell-bound stick.

Inside your tube
the blood is black
running through my poem.

You are a symbiotic tool to me,
my prosthetic thought-maker
without which I falter.

You are the trainer
of my brain.
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Refreshing breeze singes, 
The outside air. 
A Nightly freeze, 
Walks softly-up the stairs. 

Singing softly to ones self, 
Pitter-patter of filth 
Deem less, sac-religious 
Prosthetic knees, 
Deemed unworthy on a shelf, 
Wrought so deeply, mind in guilt 
Seeming outrageous, 
Yet, soft as silk....

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The theme is quite difficult,
might be time to catapult
but wait...

Every noun has its day
High-heeled or feng-shui
Athletic, prosthetic, flip-floppy

Misty, my darling
your toenails a-sparkling
rise up, dodge that train, walk away.

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My name is Nancy
The name of the contest is "In the Afterglow"

thanks, nette, for the inspiration!...

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Old Grandpa Jones slipped and fell on the ice
Poor fellow paid a mighty heavy price
  He broke twenty-nine bones
  All day long, moans and groans
Hey, Gramps: You're one big prosthetic device




                     December 29, 2020
           Winter Snow or Ice Limerick Contest
                    Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
 Syllable Counts -- 10 10 7 7 10 -- Poetry Soup Syllable Checker...

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Golden light upon the shattered wood,
snow upon the worn stone steps.
 A fragment of forgotten rose,
caught in the rusty hinge's bloom.

 Grey leaves cling to winter's bone,
ethereal mist upon the river's spine.
  Frost's pale kiss upon the flagstone.
Crisp silence broken by the wind's score.

I'll attend to the worn wooden gate! 
  Commencing the fragility of things,
Growing fragile with each fading ray.
 Gnawing like the whisper of the wind's prosthetic wires....

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Broken glass world
pithed with black flags
madmen and misfits.
Where is our god in all this fantastic muck? 
Atop an out of touch mountain top...
Salving wounds of savant sons?

Far below all the rest flayed and salted. 
mostly forgotten
Our collective-depressive monkey minds fleeing to
origami boats. 
Drifting upon shark finned ponds.
Flaming arrows line the shores.
Ribbed strays and one-legged orphans
turning tricks for milk and crumbs 
and the rustic prosthetic called 
love....

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