Short Redrawn Poems
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Respect for elders was the way it was
Seems no longer that way, it's very repugnant
The world has moved on
Rules have been redrawn
Today is how it'll be from today forward
Another whole year has come and gone
Perhaps this year we'll awake to a new dawn
Where world peace will reign
We'll throw away the chains
And the map of the world will be redrawn
© Jack Ellison 2016
hanging on the hinges the door
is a broken tongue choked
pulsing taste all over the floor.
staccato whisper i murmur
'no' in reply, can't find the exit
in the sky but it won't hurt to
try. removed face, disgraced
erased & redrawn with no eyes
- gone with sunrise.
I'm teasing my favorite commenter (you know who you are) - lol!
My friends told me I'm not quite right.
So, I saw a doctor for some insight.
The doctor, at first, could only doubt it,
"I don't know how you live without it.
Medical science must be redrawn -
your personality is gone."
A lust redrawn, a passion
under wraps, recasts the theme
and sings a different tune.
A travesty of love most people say,
an instance of familial abuse,
it's not the usual way.
Stigma or no stigma?
they battle with a feeling others cannot share,
they care, just in a different manner.
A lust redrawn, a passion
under wraps, recasts the theme
and sings a different tune.
A travesty of love most people say,
an instance of familial abuse,
it's not the usual way.
They struggle with the stigma,
they battle with a feeling others cannot share,
they care, just in a different manner.
A lust redrawn, a passion
under wraps, recasts the theme
and sings a different tune.
A travesty of love most people say,
an instance of familial abuse,
it's not the usual way.
They struggle with the stigma,
they battle with a feeling others cannot share,
they care, just in a different manner.
A lust redrawn, a passion
under wraps, recasts the theme
and sings a different tune.
A travesty of love most people say,
an instance of familial abuse,
it's not the usual way.
They struggle with the stigma,
they battle with a feeling others cannot share,
they care, just in a different manner.
A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her rent.
The swan should be redrawn,
blood-money paid
with those same blunt tools
they broke into her with.
Of course it's being judged, why expect anything less.
Comes down to discernment between comfort and distress.
Biases are natural, otherwise we'd all be dead.
So logically you'll instantly judge everything you've read.
So read this and then think again, with new mind reborn.
As semblances of story surface, with plot lines redrawn.
Subtly steering focus from the objective given.
Then suddenly reminding you to judge what has been written.
To enter silence, mind-body withdrawn,
awareness poised in the void of stillness,
we sense within, pranic gridlines redrawn,
manifest as rapture of blissfulness;
currents divine in dance of playfulness.
Heart’s the centre, where energies converge,
each node of form celebrating bliss surge,
resonation with cosmic vibration,
melding head with heart, as with love we merge,
gripping presence in vibrant elation.
27-March-2022