Short Pulverized Poems
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A 55 gallon barrel
Full of pulverized
Oyster shells
Mixed with wood ash
And sawdust
And porklard
55 gallons of
Pulverized oyster
Shells.mixed
With basalt.
Alkalinity
Alkalinity
Mind the
Bushels bouiz
Mind the
Bushels!
I would have clobbered him, one said.
you should have smashed his face in said another
two violent women who have never wed
More advice for the young bride, Terry.
You should have pulverized him, I would have.
Expert advice from two women who would never marry.
quick as a molten drop of wax
running down a dying candle,
a single drop of salty tear
left her sunken eyes' boundary
making its way downwards and fell
without a sound, crashing in bits,
like pulverized shards of glassware.
no one heard her soul's silent scream!
Accusations and fabrications,
made without foundation,
have pulverized my heart.
Your insecurities and fears,
your jealousy and tears,
are tearing us apart.
I've given you all of me,
so why the hell can't you see,
it's been you from the start?
No matter what I say,
you’re gonna doubt me anyway,
but it's you who owns my heart.
Form:
sequestered in a
somber sepulchre
where I relinquish
dead memories
and iced nightmares
upon resting ivy,
twisted
with rotting thistle
I'm no longer
able to breathe
pulverized pain
as I shed this
stitched-on hollow skin
resuscitation under
Jupiter's moon
pulverized bodies
of cochineal insects..
uuuummm cherry yogurt's good
Dannon Yogurt's flavors
strawberry, cherry,
boysenberry, rasberry
Contain(or did contain)
Carmine food dye
made from Cochineal Insects
an arthropod native to
Mexico and South America..
Don't that take the cake..
Some people have had
bad reactions to it also..
the morning breeze barely stirs the smoke
from last night's blasts and fire
from the artillery,
smoke sluggish with the suffocating stench
of gunpowder, burnt wood and
pulverized masonry,
yet, in this battered building, in an ugly crack,
is a lovely nest rebuilt by one
now joyfully chirping.
Quaint-n-cleverly qualified, mystic-n-neatly organized thoughts of another,
passionately pulverized paper work, legitimately legalized my soul mate, whole
heartedly-n-compassionately recognized my sole proprietress, the true owner of my
beating heart and my enthralling eyes, the only woman who can make my ***** rise, I
said I do, now can I kiss my Bride.
To be with you is just sublime
I need you more and more each time
sadness like rivers falling from the sky
drowning me indifferently
as I lie still and cry
You've carried me away
To a place where I could never stay
To see this chamber in your heart
To know it exists and be told I can have no part
It's the finest form of your twisted art
Your callous cruelty
Your final blow to my pulverized heart
Form:
I make you tragic
Stir the dormant conscience in your gut
Until you're sick with how you hate yourself
And ashamed because you should
Even as your feet defy the exhortation
That if guilt could make you will
You would
I make you, the villain, victim
Same as me, of you
Your "swear-to-goodness" decent nature
Pulverized, despite your vying
By a temptation no man could be expected to resist
Unless he's lying
Like you
Her kisses like red wine touching his lips
Intoxicating, setting his throat on fire
Like a pair of gazelles,
they raced through the forest of desire
Singing their song of love on an invisible lyre
His breath hot and musky
Against her skin soft and dusky
She lay against him, pulsated, pulverized
While he looked on her motionless, mesmerized
The moon covered them in her blanket of light
Blushing at the lovers in sight.
The cogs of time
are creaking to life.
The time has come for me to shoulder my
responsibility and become a man.
No, it hasn't.
It is time to shut up.
It's time for everyone to shut up.
Not time to think; thinking is an eternal funnel.
Time to grind the stones;
harvest the aeons of work.
The bounties of our travels,
Endless musty rooms of crystals and trinkets
are pulverized by the hulls
of twisted, shapeless juggernauts.
Slipping slowly
Falling down.
Intertwined
And inner wound.
Like a puppet
In a play.
Pulled by strings
As I decay.
Strings so used
They detach.
I start to break
On impact.
Lost inside
A hollow mind.
Emptiness
You will find.
Pieces fall
As I crack.
Shattered image.
Fade to black.
As I split
I combust.
Pulverized
Into dust.
Falling fast
To not exist.
Then disappearing
Into mist.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
I'm consumed by dungeon flames
indifferent to the pouring rains
that blinded me like lonely tears
scalding me with haunting fears
Loosely blowing autumn leaves
crushed to ash before my feet
fiery flames engulfed my heart
shriveled into thickened dark
My soul became a luscent pearl
dropped into the cauldron swirl
as chilled enough the piercing wind
extinguished fire from my limbs
...froze and clotted boiling blood
pulverized into black mud...
I GASP FOR AIR AS MY LUNGS START TO CAVE IN
AM I THE ONLY ONE AROUND ME WHO CAN SEE
AN UNINVITED PERSONA THAT NEVER GIVES IN
MY INNER DESIRES ARE QUICKLY PULVERIZED
INTO NERVOUS TENSION.
GRAVITY PUSHES WHAT OXYGEN REFUSES
TO SEEP IN
NIGHT IS OFFICIALLY PRESENT I BEGIN CHATTERING
MY TEETH , BITING DOWN ON MY LIP
BEAUTY REST OR IS THIS ANOTHER TEST
OF WHAT I FEAR THE MOST
HIS DESIRED CHOICE TO MY GRIEVANCE
THEN AS IF ITS IN A SEQUENCE IT STARTS
I RELAX RIGHT BEFORE THE ATTACK