Short Pulley Poems

Only Bullies are pulleys pulling people down to pride themselves up
to the mountains high, for better view of our sky.
I’d rather lower myself for love to be lifted
since love is low because bullying is high 

since love is low because bullying is high
I’d rather lower myself for love to be lifted
to the mountains high, for better view of our sky.
Only Bullies are pulleys pulling people down to pride themselves up...

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The clothesline hung, low, and limp.
Raucous, red, long johns 
and worn, white, blue jeans
pinned like butterflies in a box;
dangled bodiless.

The neighbors all envied Mom’s skill.
Nobodies tidy whities were brighter.
The pulley wheel whined and clanked
against back porch clapboards
when a stiff wind blew through.

And, the state of your laundry 
was like the state of the union jack;
you hung ‘um both high
and took ‘um down when the rain came....

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Yesterday , I woke up frozen
In sorrow cubes
Scattered on the ground
To trample underfoot
The certainty of sprouts
Rooted in the fear of crowd
That is sorry , tired
Of the designs of a dream
Of peace and freedom
Embedded in the pulley
Of brotherhood acts


Today , I woke up frozen
In cubes of certainty
Which the sun no longer melts
Even if elevated
At higher temperature
The reality of the scourge
In cubes of certainty
I will face the sober of the whip...

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Like an inner child running wild
Where age now tells me no
An ancient beautful fame, now
In an old woman's frame

Like a spirit so grand
Just waiting to expand
Locked in it's infant cage
Waiting for death to turn the page

Like a butterfly snug
In a cocoon getting ready
The shell is crisp
And wings are spreading

Like expressing myself fully
Raising myself with pen as pulley
Breif but universal
All with in the parameters of a poem
Screaming "Let me out!"


(A rewrite of Caties poem)...

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